Waking up a little disoriented was new to Adan, at least on this station. There were times at home where the quality of certain environmental aspects weren't of the best quality. It didn't mean he had such a hard time, but might have woken up with what felt like a mild hangover, glowing no less, as his body fitted the environment in a way that held up to his own personal wakeful energy needs. Lying in bed, there was a strangness about everything, as he lie there staring at the ceiling. Which, very much already didn't seem to hit a point of recognition. Moving to sit up, even the way his body felt against the mattress, it did not hold the same points. All too literally, as the ridges on his back, they weren't areas that he would normally feel. Except now, he could have sworn there was a sensitivity to his own back.

Gaze moving down, these covers, what was this? This didn't settle right at all. Where was he? The man himself did not take into account even bothering to notice his arms or hands. Not until he began to rub his eyes. Were they suddenly more sensitive to sunlight or was it different? Either way, a piping hot cuppa would do him some good. It was one of those morning rituals he had come to enjoy above all others. Tossing legs over the bed, that finally did it. That was the last draw to lean into the realization something more was wrong here. Looking down at himself, his entire body was simply, not his own.

His eyes could not grow wider than they did in this moment. Even as he jumped up to try and go find a mirror. That was a dizzying feeling, that left him tripping over, 'Oh no,' the pure clutter. Where was he? Was this some type of video game he hadn't signed up for? Was someone making a show to get backers? Kicking whatever he believed to be junk in that moment for stubbing his toe, he began to curse in his own native language. This wasn't the best laid plan, as it left his foot feeling even more delicate with a sensation of pain he wasn't entirely used to. Pain yes, but not at this level. Adan is a Turrconian of Ghevix, who would possibly dare to hurt him? And with his standing in his own house through trade, he was sure someone would be in trouble. He had always been told that information and wealth meant power, and both of those were part of his own standing. Except not here, not where ever he was or whomever he was supposed to be.

Finally catching sight of someone there with him, he froze. About to apologize for the intrusion, he realized it was his own reflection and smiled. Whatever this game was, he could handle it. He would treat this like life and rock it. As a human woman at that. "Challenge accepted!" he called out, starting to do a little dance in place. It didn't last long as he looked down. This felt so different, so realistic. How was he supposed to dress this body? Why were humans so smooth?

Pulled from his thoughts, there was soft feeling against his legs. "Meow," in all of this, he had missed someone. "Oh, hello!" he tried, hoping that his Common was up for this. He had seen cats before, and he was already so nice. Moving to pick him up, more carefully than was likely even necessary, he kept speaking to Kit. "What's your name? Or what's mine, because I'm Adan." Finding the cat's name as he pet his head softly, he tried to run a finger over his paw as a hello. "You don't know how I'm supposed to dress, do you?" he asked, only to gain another "Meow,"

This wasn't getting anywhere, maybe there was a language tool? He felt too nice to put down though. A grumble from his own stomach, it gave him a thought. "Are you hungry too? Do you know what we eat?" This was going to be an interesting morning.

Following the information he found, he made his way to live out this day. This simulated experience of stepping into the shoes of another. He hadn't been to Deja Brew before, but he couldn't help but smile brightly, in awe of what he believed was to come. It was all so nice, so comfortable, and here he was, a human. There was no better way to fit in anywhere here, in this system. Interacting with other humans, in this way. He couldn't imagine a better or more life changing experience. The application for this entire experience was utterly delightful. He had to slow the excited steps, searching for instructions on how everything works.

Adan had known of simpler tastes, and much of this felt so intricate. It made him wish he had taken better lessons and dived a bit deeper into this side. But that didn't matter. Here he was, about to learn a whole new aspect of humanity than what he saw and spoke to living here. A hand gliding over the countertop, he placed a bag down, fully believing he was prepared to get to work. His name was Allie Tor, and he was a barista. He owned a cat named Kit. And soon enough, he would be back to his own body and life with a fresh perspective on everything.

He honestly couldn't believe life could get better than this!

He was frustrated enough that normally he might have been able to light up this entire shop. Frustrated with himself and with the inability to get measurements down. He thought he had it, only to find out that this wasn't the way he was taught. Or maybe it was simply the way these people kept ordering things. This was not the same as a movie. Diner Dash maybe. He could have sworn half the customers had some complaint or another. Whether it held ground or not, he wasn't entirely sure he cared. He was trying!

"Hey, this isn't what I ordered." The gruff voice came from behind Adan as he still found himself having trouble with this damned contraption! Slipping into his own Turrconian tongue under his breath. One that spoke of the man getting in line there, but he didn't expect anyone to hear him or understand that. Maybe that was a good thing. Taking a deep breath, he imagined kicking the cabinet. He did learn! Forcing a smile, the customer was always right. Yes, that would do. Turning around looking for the man who spoke up, he straightened a small apron he had around this waist. The coffee stains were still getting to him.

"I'm sorry sir, I'm having some trouble with some newer equipment," it seemed like the best bending of the truth here, in case anyone knew her face. And was it all that wrong, since it was all new to him? "Could you tell me what the order was? I'll gladly right it, and offer a free pastry for the disservice. But I'll need you to wait in the line behind you." The line full of accidents and badly done orders. At least it wasn't as long as the one currently out the door of disgruntled customers hoping to place their order.

Giving Adan an odd look, the man moved to point at his own cup. Before he could speak though, Adan pointed to a handmade sign. 'My Apologies Line Begins HerePlease accept a free pastry, I will be with you as soon as I can. An older Aev'ik woman standing there, smiling up at the man as if to say she was kindly next, and possibly laughing at the all too quiet frustration exchanged. Adan gave no more mind to this, only going back to work. A hand slamming onto the countertop, only for it to actually work. The excitement that bubbled up in him. "YES!"

Oops... freezing up, he cleared his throat. "I mean, I meant to do that. Yeah," but that didn't drop the smile on his face, as he put a lid on the cup and turned to call out, "Mr. Rex! Tea Rex!"