( by the time the world started coming back into focus, noctis found himself staring down at the cuffs of an unfamiliar, dark coloured jumpsuit. with bleary, unfocused eyes he looked around, trying to wrack his brain as to when he might have fallen asleep...

the room was unfamiliar and the faces even more so.
but it was okay, there was a simple explanation of all of this.

locking eyes with someone nearby, he reached up to his own cheek, and pinched down, hard.
his blue eyes go wide with an obvious— uh oh. )

( he'd followed the man in the hat, thinking that somehow this guy was willing to share some additional information but instead... the jar of— something is handed over to him. looking at it, he can make a guess at what it's supposed to be, but it definitely doesn't look like any drink he's ever seen...

turning to head back to the house, he looked down and slowly, silently, opened the lid of the jar... and leeeeaned slowly in to sniff at the contents.

he recoiled almost immediately, lip curling up at the discovery he'd apparently made. he can be found braving another whiff either on the way home from the man's house, or approaching house five. )

( patrol...? noctis didn't even know what the hell he was supposed to be looking for. some kind of monsters? creatures that were attracted to every day sound and voices? it was a lot to digest all at once, what with being ripped from one reality into this one and all.

bringing out the phone they'd given him, his shoulders heaved in a barely-audible sigh as he typed. )

you ever heard of a "sound eater" before this?

( anything else that works that is outside the above! housemates, moving furniture, etc etc. )