[Just kidding, he's already on the ground being a grumpy pain in the ass with his new backpack. What did Manley contribute to the actively-crashing effort? Nothing, he sat down on the floor and cowered, as is customary.
Being on the ground is better, but it's also gross and weird and he isn't having a good time. He's got a death grip on his free backpack like these supplies are actually going to do him any good—annnd that's as far as he's gotten. He needs a guide. Please help.]
Well, this has all been very, very, very exciting so far! And doubtless our untimely fall to our near-deaths was very, very unavoidable and no one on that cramped station could have seen it coming and done something about it!!
[So he's having a great day. He's just a supremely tall dandy tree man slogging through miserable muck here, having a great time! Nothing is wrong!! He could kill someone with the force of his irritability but look, he looks cheery enough...]
Now then, since we're all here, perhaps we should stop and consider how best to help one another— [he means himself but never mind that] And... what is that accursed noise?
[It's probably a Death Monster, stay tuned.]
II. the most embarrassing 4th grade school play
[Being whisked away to be put on stage isn't a problem as far as Manley's concerned—at least until he realizes he's... not been given a script with lines to read... these are just stage cues. He does, of course, only realize this when no one turns to him expecting him to speak, and outright shush him a few times—he's not actually consulting the script for some reason. Hmm.
He's a prop. They've enlisted him to be an actual goddamn tree. It's an insult, clearly. Someone throws a plain brown robe over him and tells him to hold still in the background, but they probably weren't bargaining for someone quite so, uh, obnoxious.
As such, in the climactic scene, whether or not you're in the audience or fumbling through lines up here with him, he's quite abruptly marching out of his set piece position into the middle of the action.]
Hello! Hello, everyone, please stop shouting nonsense from the audience, thank you!!
[The audience is not enjoying this, shocking absolutely everyone. There is, in fact, more shouting, although less enthusiastic now...]
I would just like to point out, just make everyone aware, that this is completely inappropriate, and while I'm sure it was a mistake made in innocence, and not malice, I would prefer to do something else!
[Someone throws a bottle from the audience, which makes Manley startle and then turn on them with fussy outrage, so that's how this is going to go now—]
III. for some reason he's in wyver because there are pyres here
[Why is he in this disgusting jungle city??? Who knows, who cares: There are pyres here and he's making a fuss about it.
Or: complaining and generally scoffing derisively every time he sees one, mainly so someone will ask him what his problem is and he can complain even more pointedly... But also because it's not as if he can do what's asked of him and write his wishes down.
He gets told what to do eventually and since it's expected, well, sure. He has a pen, and some parchment, and eventually will stop pouting at the pyre long enough to put something on the page... he'll hold it up to display it.
It's a doodle of himself, surrounded by? Bags? They're money bags, incidentally, but that's probably not clear.]
There!! Isn't it magnificent?!
[tell him he's beautiful even in 2D]
IV. wildcard?!
[what else is Manley doing:
-complaining from the moment he sets foot on that ship -not being helpful during the crash/aftermath -pointedly avoiding intervening in any unrest in the cities... that's not his problem... -not catching fire you assholes -whatever else you want, hmu.... jojoveller]
manley tinderstauf | pyre