Today's just an interesting intersection of the familiar: fortified rooms, computer equipment, tech troubles, and people aiming frustration at him on their first day. If only he'd prepared a bingo card for his descent into the unknown--so far feeling pretty fucking known.

He's skipped the sample room, for now. Sequels don't always live up to the originals.

Which says something about him, he's sure.

Leaning into his hand, he tips his head, hair just barely lifting away from the close crop at his ear. "Did you try unplugging it and plugging it back in?"