[He might have thought it was all a dream, if not for the waves lapping at his hands. Yu quickly pulls himself to his feet and checks his surroundings. A beach? But what happened to—...hm. Doesn't seem to matter, at the moment. There's not a train track in sight, no less a train, and so...it seems he's gotten involved in something strange again.

He doesn't take much time to orient himself—at the moment, he doesn't seem to need it, and he figures he'll figure everything else out later—before he starts doing what he can to help out. In this case, he can be found handing out towels to other new arrivals who got a mouthful of sea water or even setting up tents with locals or other Chosen.]

Not exactly a pleasant wake-up call. [... said specifically to Chosen who are covered in sand and salt water, like him. He offers a sympathetic smile.] At least the weather's good.

[Idyllic, one might say. Eerily so.]

a. [Yu Narukami can't keep his nose in his own business. Maybe that explains why he's standing by one of the game booths now, as if he works there or something. Approach the booth, which has a stack of colored bean bags and a few wooden planks, and you'll find out that—oh, okay, he does work here, at least for the time being.]

Welcome to cornhole. [He puts his hands in his pockets. It's meant to be casual, and he seems friendly enough, but his demeanor is a little serious, too, as if he's planning to give this his all.] I'll be your opponent.

b. [Whatever had him working at the game booth, he's free of it in the afternoon. To that end, he's roaming the beach, shoes off with pant legs rolled up to keep them from getting wet. He's got something in his hand—a seashell? Okay? And he's examining it thoroughly while prowling the sands. For anyone that happens to make eye contact, he flashes a little smile and a small wave.]

Have you seen one like this? [He holds up the shell. It's a small conch, smaller than his palm, with a perfect swirl at the end.] Apparently there's a prize for the closest match.

[Maybe he'd be willing to split that prize if they win.]

a. [The morning after the festivities, when all the tents have been cleared away, Yu is back on the beach. There's something calming about the waves, too be sure, but also... it's the closest thing to his world he could find. The inn, the town, it's all surreal enough to be considered unreal, and he's found it a little unsettling. 

A cool, damp fog has settled over the beach in the early dawn. After a quiet moment, he removes a pair of glasses from his pocket and puts them on. A wistful expression flits across his face for a moment as he pockets them again and turns, making his way back down the beach to Aldrip.]

b. Woah! [... Okay, so giant bird wrangling is probably not going on his skill list any time soon. It's fine—if your definition of "fine" includes him diving out of the way as a giant warking Chocobo charges right at him. Yeah, he's got this. 

More accurately, what he's got is a rope and a prayer. Oh, and you. You're here too. Yu gives a cursory nod and then starts looping the rope.]

Distract it for a minute—I've got an idea. 

[Congrats, you been voluntold. As a decoy. Have fun!]