Where: Training field
When: Late afternoon
Who: Tobo, open!

*Tobo's first instinct on waking up somewhere unfamiliar is to get back on his feet, before he even notices the taste of grit in his mouth or the ache in his head. He holds his hand out, palm-down, and murmurs something in an odd language...then says it again, louder, to no effect.

Now he's looking around, expression increasingly tense and baffled.*

Where the hell am I?