[ Finn's been pretty quiet since they've arrived on this planet. Granted he was extremely upset about being stuck in a desert again and didn't want to make a fool of himself by snapping at a stranger in the first five minutes- But even once they were in the Mouse House, Finn's more or less kept to himself. He's spoken when necessary, seemed friendly enough, and has probably been seen having conversations with the orphans more than once.

Truth is, he's losing his mind. The desperate hope that he's going to wake up back home has yet to come to pass, though, so he's begun to get a little more active every day.

Today, that includes literally doing mind-numbing work, which is exactly what he's been needing from the start. And it's hot down here, no wind to speak of, so he's down to a sleeveless undershirt that's mostly there to just hide the scars. He's been using shovels, swinging picks, and stopping suddenly every now and then because of a skittering sound at the edge of his vision... Probably nothing.

About an hour later, he catches a really good look at a rodent of very unusual size as it scurries by about a foot away.

His scream echoes. Also, don't forget to duck, because that shovel just went flying. ]

[ After a few more days of this, Finn decides he's lost his mind and finally gets a little more comfortable with this whole mess. So he goes out and does something a little stupid. Gambling.

It's not like he has a lot of money or that he's the only one using it (he might have been buying things for the kids lately, whoops). But he's always been kinda lucky where it counts. Plus, he's finally admitted to himself that he has a touch of the Force. How hard could this be?

He loses everything in five minutes.

Thankfully, some guy wanted to make a mockery of him, betted a hefty pay if he could win against them in a quick arm wrestling contest. If he lost, there was some ominous threat about owing them? Anyway, thirty minutes later and Finn has a whole table to himself with a stack of coin with drinks all around.

If he sees you coming in, you're going to get something along the lines of: ] Hey! You wanna play? Want a drink? I'll get you a drink--

[ Let him have this. He's living. ]

[ ooc: If you see nothing you like or want to change a prompt a little, go crazy! If you're not sure about something, feel free to ask! I'd love to do whatever.

As a note about the first prompt, because of the Force thing, I figure the rats will probably be chill with him maybe (he's got a history of that sort of thing in the comics), so we can play with that if you want. But he also has a terrible history with animals, so encounters will likely not end well. ]