[color=green]"1903? Alas, I missed the turn of the century..."[/color] Aster sighed, his hand already coursing through is messy hair as he leaped from his pod-thing and landed directly in front of the stout professor. 

 The man reminded Aster of a good friend from his troupe, an excellent actor and a lover of the "mad scientist" archetype. Aster glanced at his goggled-eyes and grabbed the robe and flung it over his shoulders as he tied the rope loosely around his waste. It was likely the robes of a monk, assuming that this place remained in practice after all of these curious contraptions were implemented everywhere.

 Aster wasn't that astute when it came to technology. His father's ships and all the boats from his town were powered by a mix of steam and clockwork, but beyond that he wasn't even sure if his father knew how the boats ran. He always left special effects to the ones who were good at it.

 That being said, his eyes meandered around the expansive room as pod upon pod lay in a line, either used already or still containing a for that was potentially like himself: grey, unconscious, waiting.

[color=green] "I'm not experiencing any headaches of the like, good doctor!"[/color] he announced,[color=green] "Whatever process you executed has succeeded with flying colours! Why, I don't believe I've ever felt this good!"[/color]
 
 His mind was reeling! He couldn't wait to start planning his next show, to find the tribe of actors with whom he could perform to his heart's content.

 Though his heart slowed down as one question came to his mind. He was already making a few steps towards where he thought the door may be hiding, but this one thought caught him on his heel as he pivoted back to face the good doctor and the other people who've woken up that he'd clearly forgotten about entirely.

 [color=green]"Say, good sir... what is the state of Sink? When I... passed away, the political climate was rather hostile, so to speak. Has it changed? Has the state improved? And more importantly... why are we back?"[/color]