[ This week in The Quarantine Is Not A Cool Place, imminent domination looms on the horizon? Apparently? Finn met one of these guys once in the ice maze (where he presumably learned that he's Taako) and he seemed like an okay guy, actually. But hey, what does Finn know. That guy he met either deadass murdered someone off-screen or turned them into a bird maybe, both of which have been established as fully feasible and fully horrifying.
Realistically, Finn probably stopped paying very close attention the second they hit the "freedom is a lie, we'll bring order" sentiment. He was busy losing his fucking mind, which may or may not have actually just been gripped by the icy fingers of straight-up panic. What he knows is his mind has long outlined for him that he cannot afford to not take this message seriously, no matter how weird it may be.
Anyway WHAT'S UP, FINN'S HOME, EVIDENCED PERHAPS MOST CLEARLY BY THE WAY HE GOES TO TOWN SLAMMING THE FRONT DOOR OPEN. He pulls from somewhere dumb like a closet shelf or under one of the beds... three homemade bug out bags! He has also stashed for his convenience an empty one. Finn's not dumb, okay. He prepared for this possibility within a week of arriving. ]
Who's still here?! We need to regroup!
[ That empty bag is the one he's starting to ransack this room to fill, as efficiently as possible. Mostly random snack foods and stuff that could supplement what he already put together rations-wise, but at this point he's also stressed out enough to start reaching the "if it fits it ships" event horizon. Nothing is safe. Which, ironically, is the whole point and he was right all along and he KNEW IT. ]
action; its birdgate 2k17
Realistically, Finn probably stopped paying very close attention the second they hit the "freedom is a lie, we'll bring order" sentiment. He was busy losing his fucking mind, which may or may not have actually just been gripped by the icy fingers of straight-up panic. What he knows is his mind has long outlined for him that he cannot afford to not take this message seriously, no matter how weird it may be.
Anyway WHAT'S UP, FINN'S HOME, EVIDENCED PERHAPS MOST CLEARLY BY THE WAY HE GOES TO TOWN SLAMMING THE FRONT DOOR OPEN. He pulls from somewhere dumb like a closet shelf or under one of the beds... three homemade bug out bags! He has also stashed for his convenience an empty one. Finn's not dumb, okay. He prepared for this possibility within a week of arriving. ]
Who's still here?! We need to regroup!
[ That empty bag is the one he's starting to ransack this room to fill, as efficiently as possible. Mostly random snack foods and stuff that could supplement what he already put together rations-wise, but at this point he's also stressed out enough to start reaching the "if it fits it ships" event horizon. Nothing is safe. Which, ironically, is the whole point and he was right all along and he KNEW IT. ]