[ This is probably the nicest prison that Sam’s ever seen - but a prison is a prison, and he’s not so far out of the Raft that it doesn’t chafe at him even more than the general level of what the fuck that comes along with waking up somewhere that you definitely didn’t fall asleep.

All right, fair, he’s been travelling around enough that being briefly disoriented on waking up to something unfamiliar hadn’t been completely out of the realm of his current normal, but the key point there is brief. A fancy ass place like this isn’t exactly the setting that someone trying to stay under the radar is gonna seek out, and with Steve and Natasha nowhere in sight - yeah, the only explanation is a very unusual kind of kidnapping, which.

Great.

His initial exploration of the hotel and casino hadn’t ended up with anything all that helpful, and trying to fight his way out all on his own sure as hell isn’t going to accomplish much, so for the moment he’s found himself regrouping back on the casino floor.

There’s a colorful shotglass in his hand, and he eyes it with a raised eyebrow. ]

Do they think an open bar is somehow gonna make all of this less creepy, or any of us less pissed off?

[ Sam hadn’t even gone there to swim - which is probably pretty obvious, considering that he’s fully dressed - just to have a look around. It’s just his luck that a freaking tsunami rears its ugly head while he’s there.

When the wave is over, and they’re being told just to hang tight and things will be fixed as soon as possible, like this is some kind of theme park ride that’s malfunctioned theme park ride and they’re all just going to have to deal with hanging out on the tracks for a little while, he’s more irritated than anything else.

If they’re trying to kill them, this is a really weird, ineffective way of doing it. If they’re trying to mess with them - yeah, pretty effective.

Fortunately, he’s no stranger to treading water for indeterminate amounts of time, and he’s more concerned about anyone else who happened to be in the area at the time. ]

Hey, how you doing over there?

So what’re we thinking - Stepford’s Casino, Intergalactic Big Brother, or some kind of messed up social experiment?

[ It’s not an exhaustive list of what the fuck that’s occurred to him, but science test subjects, fucked up new style prisons, and human cattle - among others - are a little bit darker than he really wants to go on what’s essentially a social media post. ]