[winning a suspicious lottery meant nothing, considering his idle state inside the grail by the time he received it. however, his name hasn't been called by a magus in what feels like a millennium, and an opportunity to experience something out of a battle royale sounded almost like a mistake. that's probably why he agreed, if he's being honest with himself.
he's not surprised when he suddenly appears in front of a pod, and he's not surprised when he arrives either. reception prompts arjuna for any questions once he's greeted at the front desk, and he has none. ... he does have a ton when he comes back later though, after being poked by his watch. it takes them about twenty minutes to convince him that he doesn't need an antidote, to the confusion of bystanders.
he spends the next hour or so exploring, still occasionally glaring at his watch— but he's quietly taking note of places of interest: the library café, a bar that won't do the trick because he can't get intoxicated anymore, a spa... the area's much too large! he's not too sure if he'll ever be able to explore the entire ship. where he finally stops is the casino area, overwhelmed but spotting an empty seat for slots and he finally decides to try something out.
arjuna's understanding of the game is surface level only but it doesn't take long for a crowd to form around him. he keeps hitting a 777, one by one, fake money pouring out enough that an employee eventually steps in to politely ask him to find a different seat so this one can be fixed. he doesn't need to be told twice.
he's about to find another slot machine before he spots a game of "roulette" according to the sign, standing by as he watches the current game. he has never been a gambling man, but he can see why some are. there are others mingling nearby, prompting him to finally speak up. he hasn't spoken a word to anyone outside of staff yet.]
Will you join the next round? I'm considering it, but... [guess who caused that crowd and got kicked off.]
II. GRAVITY, ANNOUNCEMENT
[stranger things have happened to him than suddenly floating in unfamiliar spaces, in this case the bar, so his face is stoic while guests scream and cry and panic and... right. he still has his bow if danger shows up. he immediately latches onto a railing to help move himself around, perfect for reaching the cocktail that drifted from his hand although it's now pointless to drink it.
he perks up at the sound of the captain's voice, quiet as he processes what this could possibly mean. he frowns, deepening as the captain further explains, and he already wishes for the grail to pull him back. hasn't it only been a few "days"?]
1862, America. The "Wild West"? [not the exact time frame but oh, that brings back memories. bad ones even. which is why he probably also mumbles:] Westerners are wild.
[— ahem] They expect us to contribute for this, which is interesting.
arjuna | fate
II. GRAVITY, ANNOUNCEMENT
III. WILD CARD