It was day two on Pelorum, and already Elias was feeling that he wanted to get the hell off of here. The moisture and salinity alike had gone through the wrappings on his face, and the cloth clung to it uncomfortable without in any meaningful way preventing the itch that got exponentially worse near the mangling upon his mug. At the same time the sun got into his eyes and blinded him, and turned his skin to a crisp. It wasn't exactly as if he was going to cover himself in sunscreen, what with its oiliness likely ruining any material it touched, Elias much disliking any synthetic materials for clothes. Perhaps though, in such a world he should have reconsidered. Out of spite for the world, and out of concern for a good business he still had to do, he refused to do this. Perhaps one of the chipper bastards on the crew always acting helpful could get something synthetic for him.

He cursed under his breath. He knew he shouldn't ever think of him like that, it was just anger with his predicament spilling over to any topic his mind touched. They had taken him in and showed kindness, whatever they were, bastards they were not. Well, at least in the metaphoric sense; with outer worlds they had come from, it was certainly possible they were such in a literal sense. But that didn't matter to him. 

Going towards the town hall in between the swanky and run-down parts of the island they had landed on, he knew things were not going to be easy here either, it was an intuition of sorts. It was never easy. He thought back to the bank incident, the one that didn't leave him in debt for the keyboard turned to powder from his skull's impact on it solely because he had no money to his name. For a very, very brief moment he thought he might go to prison for the fact, a return to slavery once more. But the uptown bank was seemingly too high class for that and simply kicked him out with a sneer. 	

Well, at least there was one place he now knew for a fact that couldn't help him. One to mark off. 

Going through the sliding doors, he had already written a great big "I AM MUTE, UNARMED, PLEASE HELP ME" on his little piece of blackboard. He stood for a while in the quiet of the building, until an elderly security guard approached him. The man stooped a little to read the blackboard, and then back up at Elias, before again reading the words. "Well, I'll see what I can do for you." the man said, shuffling off to the relief of the giant that he wasn't going to get tasered today.

Eventually he returned with a similarly elderly woman, he motioned for him to follow. "We are happy to welcome and assist anyone with disabilities in work with Pelorum governance. Thank you for coming to this town hall, how may I assist you?" she said, lazily and without inflection that suggested she was reading back a line from training. 

He wrote "I NEED TO RECOVER MY IDENTITY." on his blackboard, to a gasp from the women. "Someone stole your identity?" she exclaimed. "You know I knew about scammers but to see it in person, why I never-" as gently as he could, Elias put a hand on her shoulder while shaking his head. Then he wrote anew on the blackboard. "I LOST ALL MY DOCUMENTS. NEED NEW ONES."

"Oh." the woman muttered, suddenly much less interested now that the matter wasn't part of some deep crime she heard about on television. "This way." she said, shuffling off to a small office. It was hot, and the lady quite unfortunately didn't seem to mind this with the fan in the room likely as old as its occupant. Stewing in his own sweat, Elias took a seat opposite of her. "So, what's your name?" she asked, and then entered it seeing as Elias already wrote it down anticipating the question. 

"Date of birth? Thank you... Well, I'm sorry to say you don't look anything like your picture." she said, giggling. 

"I AM HORRIBLY DEFORMED BECAUSE OF AN ACCIDENT. BUT IT IS ME I ASSURE YOU." 

"Well, do you have anything else to verify your identity? Documents, specifically."

"NO."

Quite impressively, despite being two feet shorter than Elias even when discounting her elderly hunch, she managed to look down at him from over her glasses. "Well, I can't help you then. You're going to need somebody with a connected account to help you. Maybe go to the labs at the local hospital to get biometric verification.

A piece of chalk once more turned to powder between his fingers, the man then gently poured it like sand onto the table. Without a word, he left the building. Well, at least it was one more trial in the rings of hell completed.