[Considering he's woken up in a bed he doesn't recognize (not the first time), with no real recognition of how he got there (not the first time) nor even what world he's in (also not the first time), Theo's doing fairly well, all things considered. Headache's set in from a party the night before that feels like a distant memory now, as he rises to warm sunlight and an uncertainty as to whether he's been sent home after over a year away or this is just another yank of a chain from the city.

All things to find out in due time, by peering out into the hall naked and nonplussed, leaning against his door frame with a flair for the dramatic so far as his hangover goes. While he lets himself wake a little, he watches for other signs of activity before finally fully emerging, sheet wrapped around him - because getting dressed is less important to him than finding someone he's lost. Which is why he's just going to go door to door, trying to peer in to other suites. Anybody who catches his too-blue eyes will get a friendly smile, regardless of whether he's seen them before or not.]

Oh, hey. It's you! [No recognition, all the enthusiasm.]

This your door?

[Acclimating well, Theo's lounging poolside with a pair of sunglasses on and hardly anything else - he does start the night off in a teeny weeny speedo of his own but come the later hours or a trip into the pool, you may just see it floating away from him. He'll have a fancy drink and three bracelets on: taken, open and it's complicated just for fun and flair.

And once the paint starts going around, Theo'll be covered in it. He asks to be a muse to start but gets bored or otherwise too-wiggly about something, and ends up painting others instead; making masterpieces across the bodies of volunteers, with sights of landscapes, starry nights and beautiful swaths of color from both a brush and his paint layered fingers. How fully the bodies are painted is left to the volunteers, though Theo'll perk up if allowed to smack colorful hand prints on ass cheeks. You know you want one?]

[Theo likes winning prizes. So he has a few, the latest being an unlabelled tin (awful prize) he's not at all engaged with trying to open and instead is happy to try and offhand on someone nearby - stuffing it into their arms as he walks by, winking and then immediately attempting to escape questioning about it. Though he is indeed easily chased.

And, it seems, easily caught when it so happens he ends up standing next to a stranger(?) and being tied wrist to wrist. Enamored easily at first by fun tradition, Theo's sparkly demeanor will chip away the longer he stays bound without a way out. Very haha, so funny! and then a lot of wrist yanking.]

... Loooving this. So cool, so fun? Oh man. We need to get it off like, riiight now.

[*comes with crau from time spent in Duplicity, though this could be subject to change. Feel free to hit me with any wildcards in any scenario too. ♥ Open to a lot but contact me at witchpunk if you've got any questions or anything like that. ]