[He's on his feet the moment that he blinks back to awareness. The pain in his head, the dryness of his throat- They're both something he's grown all too familiar with from living days on end without water. So when he takes a look around the room he's found himself in, zeroing in on the glass of water by the bed is an almost natural habit, and it's emptied in next to no time. Nowhere near enough to sate his thirst, but it's at least a start.

It's only then that he notices his own lack of clothing, though another look around the room turns up nothing more than a fresh bout of confusion. So he ends up digging through drawers. Flings open the wardrobe. And while he can't find his own clothing, the shirt and trousers he finds for himself are far cleaner than anything he's seen in over a decade. So despite how wrong this all feels, the clothes at least feel like enough of a barrier for him to make his way through the closest doorway.

And straight into a bathroom. Complete with the sounds of water running through pipes. That in itself is all the motivation he needs before he's almost diving towards the bathtub, twisting the taps on to full and ducking his head underneath the stream to drink.

Sorry, bathroom buddy. But this room is occupied.]

[With his repeated attempts to escape leaving him back at the very start time and time again, his decision to investigate the newest structure is a forced one. Even with the seemingly endless supply of food and drink, even the comfortable beds and the reminders of a world long gone, he knows he needs to find a way out of there. So he can only hope that somehow, this...building offers him some answers. Better than having to ask his questions to others, after all.

The busts are only offered a cursory glance, the food left in offering given the most of his attention. And if he happens to grab a fresh apple from the pile, he shows absolutely no remorse. Why waste food when there's bellies that can be filled instead?

Of course, that thought changes a little when he makes his way into the atrium and sees the vast array of food on display. Dishes that're both a distant memory to him, and something entirely alien. It takes no time at all for him to claim a plate, each food given a sniff before he either adds it to his plate or dumps it back down. Anyone who ventures too close is given a rough grunt. A warning to keep their distance, because he will bite.

Naturally though, even he reaches his limits soon enough, and he ends up having to abandon his plate before he ends up emptying his stomach right then and there. So the murmurs of a hot tub nearby is something that catches his attention. A chance to sit back and take full advantage of a resource he usually has to fight tooth and nail for isn't something he wants to miss. Which is why, at some point, he ends up sinking in to the hot tub, his clothes left to the side simply because that appears to be how things are done here. And somehow, it's relaxing enough that when the newest addition to the tub ends up sitting within arm's reach, his only reaction is to blink an eye back open to look over at them.

...no, he doesn't know what he closed his eyes either.]

[The idea of wearing a costume is something that goes entirely over his head. So when the fights begin and a palm leaf is shoved into his hands, all Max does is stare up at it. At just how green it is. Yet another reminder of how different this place is to everything he remembers. The longer he's here, the more he starts to think that he really has lost his mind. Again. That either this is a hallucination, or home is nothing more than a fever dream from a broken mind.

When the Wolfman appears though, he's leaning more towards the former than the latter. Because that? It's decidedly not a man in costume. And the moment the chains snap, Max is moving towards the weapon racks in search of something to defend himself with. Something a whole lot more effective than a damn leaf.

He may not want any part in this fight, but he's not about to sit back and let himself get eaten either.]

[Come at me with anything and everything. Max isn't uh...a people person. So smut either takes a whole lot of build up or aphro. Outside of the above, he can be found anywhere with water/food/greenery, basically.]