A bright flash of light fills the room as the station's first visitor materializes. He's roughly six and a half feet, a gargantuan sword strapped to his back. The rest of his body is festooned with various other weapons, but nothing about him seems more threatening than his mere presence. "Right... odd." He says.

He'd merely moments ago been hacking his way through the forest surrounding his crashed starship, searching for supplies, when he came across a rather oddly colored pool of water. A bright light shined from within it, so he assumed some sort of metal could have been causing the light. He reached in to feel what it was made of, but suddenly found himself where he was that very moment: Standing in a room that appeared to be a bar.

Styx glances around the odd scene, not seeing anyone else present. It must have been some sort of odd trap of some kind, or possibly a form of teleportation technology he hadn't encountered before. He draws Pain and Panic from their holsters, walking casually across the room, but keeping his eyes open for anything suspicious. He glances out the window to see a lake, surrounded by a beach and tanning chairs, as well as strategically placed trees.

The scene didn't look natural, like it was all a man-made resort, which is what it probably was. Why a random portal in a forest brought him here was beyond his understanding, but he might as well search the place a bit for anything of worth.

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