The umbreon jolted awake, the harsh sting of electrical lights and the cold metal acting as his chair was quick to let him know- he wasn’t in his ship. No, where was he?
Shaking himself awake, Arch began to take stock of his surroundings- harsh green-and-red lighting that buzzed endlessly in the air. A solid metal floor and ceiling, and the same metal walls garnished with paint in an attempt to give the room personality. The solid metal door across from him reminded him of apex laboratories- and so did the poster by the wall. Directly across from him sat a table full of foodstuffs, scattered haphazardly across the table and the room.
With a confused grunt, he attempted to stand. Only to find himself unable to move- pinned beneath several straps of leather. Arch’s head would snap up- the door sliding open a big-bellied hylotl walking, or rather waddling, into the room.