Ty is used to rain. He's used to hurricanes and thunderstorms and rainstorms that are warm and last five minutes before they clear away again to sunshine. What he's not used to is being out in the rain with only clear plastic rain gear and no idea where he's at.

It's all just a tad overwhelming, and crowded, which are two very good reasons for not shifting into a bird and flying like mad in any random direction. If he were thinking rationally, he would realize that this fucked up dreamscape isn't exactly a place where he should be concerned about keeping his shifting nature a secret. But he's scared, frankly, and cold and just... numb from shock and cannot make heads nor tails of the public transport system.

"I hate cities," he mutters to himself as he plops down in his assigned seat on the train.

Rain gear doesn't do a lot of good when it's been stolen.

Tyrell snuck into the park, looking suspicious as hell but trying to be careful as he picked out one of the few trees big enough to hide him, where he could strip down and quickly shift into a crow. He flew around the city a bit, trying to test the boundaries and failing, before returning to the aforementioned tree only to find...

Well, at least his shorts were still there.

Cursing to himself -- this would never happen back home -- he tugs on his shorts and toes on his sandals and tries to jog as best he can through the rain back to his motel. He's soaked through before he gets anywhere near. He feels warm, but not from the rain, just from himself, his own body, and he's got an itchy feeling all over. He rubs his hands over his arms, using blunt nails to try and get some relief.

Here's the thing: Hawai'i doesn't have much in the way of dangerous animals. Sharks and jellyfish? Sure. Landbased predators? Thin on the ground. One time he tried to study a lion at the zoo, but all it did was lay there and flip-flop its tail around. As a consequence, Tyrell isn't sure he's got the wear with all to really terrify anybody with that shape.

What he does have at his disposal is a German Shepherd form. And that's what he shifts into when he sees someone cornered by a pair of Bulldogs in the afternoon.

He growls and snaps and lunges for the leg of one of them, praying that he doesn't have a knife or a gun or anything but his fragile masculinity to protect him. It's worth a shot.

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So, I'm thinking that this is a lot for anybody. There's no way any of us who are from elsewhere came here and said yeah ok I'll blend in nicely.

So where do you escape to? What's your favorite place to commune with nature and shit, if that's what you do? Where do you go to separate from it all for a little while?

I like the Up park, but I'm a Submissive so I don't think they'll like me hanging around there too much. Down park's kinda you know. Sad af.

(( Tyrell's info can be found HERE. TL;DR -- He's a shapeshifter with extremely watered-down demigod blood in him. Woohoo. Hit me up at evilsalmon or Evil Salmon#2308 if you have questions or want to sort out a different starter. ))