[ Awareness comes with the heat of the sun beating down on his back and an unfamiliar, jarring sway. The creaking isn't unlike the way a ship creaks and groans as things settle, but everything feels off. The air doesn't have the crispness of the ocean that he's come to expect. Had they been ambushed? Where was everyone else? Opening his eyes, Sanji shoots into a sitting position, which ends up being a mistake as his stomach flips with nausea that's enough to make him gag. After a few breaths to center himself, he reaches into his suit pocket and is relieved to find that his lighter and cigarettes are still present.

Thank the seas for that. He could definitely use one.

Taking one of the pendants, he turns it over in his hand before tucking it into a pocket. Water is handed through the wooden bars and he instead holds it out to his neighbor. ]

Go ahead, I'm good.

[ It hadn't been an easy acquisition by any means, but being good with words and laying on the charm certainly helped. (The identification papers he'd been handed took the guesswork out of a lot of it.) While waiting tables in a crowded, dirty tavern supposedly filled with the worst sort wasn't high on his list of things he wanted to do, it felt like the easiest way to blend into the background. Besides, who paid much attention to the worker bees when they weren't right in front of you?

Gossip and leads are better listened to in passing, but the best part about working in any sort of dining establishment? People love to talk when they think nobody is really listening, though it becomes a little more difficult with rowdy guests or when a fight breaks out. Spotting a table of newcomers, he weaves his way through, trying to edge around what's bound to become a skirmish. ]

Welcome, the food is warm and there's certainly something you can call a drink on tap. Thinking about the local delicacy? I'll save you the intestinal distress- don't. What will it be?

[ He smiles pleasantly enough, waiting. ]

[ Failing to resist the urge to delve further into an area that had probably been sealed away for a reason, he's drawn toward the long marble hall that was clearly once a pool or large bathing area. Where he can envision crystalline water in its heyday, it's been long overrun by muck and mold, giving the air an unpleasant smell.

It's empty and silent, making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, the steam filling the room almost oppressive. Still, the black mirror that takes up the expanse of wall holds his attention- and worse, his curiosity. It's odd, right? Out of place. He looks back over his shoulder, his laugh high and tight. Nervous? Who's nervous? ]

Is this place freaking you out or is it just me?

[ After all, the steam is loosening the muck on the mirror and it's just his own reflection, nothing at all to be nervous about. ]

[ If none of those suit your fancy, let's come up with something together! oopsallsadboys I've tried to keep it spoiler-free and I'll mark for spoils, but lmk if you want none of those or have questions. <3 ]