For such a fast moving person, Hawks gets off to a bit of a slow start. He isn't used to waking up in the ocean, let alone this whole dimensional rift thing. He feels a little queasy. His wings are drenched, which won't keep him from flying, but certainly is an annoyance. Before he can get his bearings enough to take off, though, he ends up at the spa.

Well, that part is all right, though no one has satisfactory answers for just what the hell this is. He tolerates it, but comes out the other side not with dripping wet clothes, not with freshly dried clothes, but with no clothes. No amount of protest seems to get them back, so he takes the towel and covers what he can with his wings.

The first order of business is finding a place to stay and get some damn clothes. He's observant and good at gathering information, so he figures this part out easily enough. At least...the housing part. The clothes thing? He's not so sure about that one.

So you may encounter a naked hero (he's still got that towel and his wings) stopping you. He doesn't seem the least bit embarrassed about this, so maybe it's not too awkward?

"Hey, weird question. Some robots or something took my clothes. You got any good ideas on where to get new ones?"

The good news is: Hawks got his clothes back! The bad news is: it's raining like crazy. It's mostly just an annoyance. He can't seem to stay warm enough, so he has his feathers fluffed up, wings tight against himself. The water does run off his feathers somewhat, but he's not a bird. He doesn't have total waterproof insulation.

A stray little dragon certainly seems to think he does, though. It follows him around, looking wet and pitiful, until he finally rolls his eyes and gives in, picking up the little guy and tucking him into his shirt. It's not all that warm and dry there, either, but any port (or shirt?) in a storm.

"You better not be a fire breather," he says. You can encounter him when he picks up this dragon. If someone else is around, Hawks will definitely notice them.

"Sorry, don't think you'll fit in my shirt like this guy. We should find someplace less soaking wet, huh?"

Later, dragon still safely in tow, Hawks decides to do what he's used to doing and play hero. Are you out where you might get hit by lightning? Do you need a rescue? Wave an arm, a tail, a limb, something! For a smaller character, Hawks can move them out of the way either physically or with his telekinetic feathers (it's a whole thing). For larger ones, get ready to be body slammed by a very fast moving flying guy, narrowly getting both Hawks and his target out of the way.

"Man, this place really keeps you on your toes, huh?" he asks. "Sorry about the tackle there. You okay?"

It's not all that easy to rope Hawks into menial tasks, so he isn't much for the potato thing. He pitches in occasionally, but cooking and prepping food isn't really his thing. Eating them, however? Now that is speaking his language. He'll try any potato dish. Whoops, looks like he missed the memo that they might have side-effects. Catch him with his mouth full and warn him or...you know. Don't warn him and see where that goes.

[ ooc: hit me! kinks are here. 20+ characters for dirty things, please. pm this journal if you want to plot something! ]