POST-HURRICANE LOG | OPEN MINGLE

[oneandmikleonly]

[Past the 9th of the month, the hurricane's finally blown itself out, leaving a great deal of mess behind (but at least, a lot less mess than there would have been without the crew's various antics, right?)

After the calm there's the storm, but after the storm, there's...uh, actually, it's not all that calm again yet. Look at all these notable goings on that you can play with:

SICK PEOPLE are still a thing. Are you still suffering from the ravages of alien cave flu? Finally finding the energy to crawl out of bed? Starting to come down with it yourself? Getting dosed with cure attempts? Doing the dosing? Or maybe you're not sick at all but went hurricane surfing and are now prone in the medbay. It's been a rough couple of weeks.

The HURRICANE'S AFTEREFFECTS still linger. Fish in the base aquariums and biomes are just starting to resume their regular activities. Maybe some of your special fish friends are still spooked and need some coaxing out? Maybe you want to swim out to a more distant biome to check on creatures like the Reefbacks or the Birdogs? Or maybe you want to stick closer to home and do things like finish repairing the busted corridors, and cleaning out the kitchens and showers so the food and bathing situation doesn't descend back into complete travesty.

For those who've started wandering out, there's also FAMILIAR ITEMS washing up -- things from your home, or at least...someone's home. Is an embarrassing photo of you now plastered against an observatory window for the world to see? Your fancy car from home buried in the sand of the Safe Shallows?

Lastly, on the night of the 13th (and subsequent nights...), a distant DISCO LIGHTSHOW becomes totally visible on the horizon, in the Monolith's direction. What the heck? Maybe that's worth checking out.

And of course, there's always PLANNING, MISSIONS AND SHENANIGANS to do. Go nuts!]

Comments

[splinten]

It's worth checking. If not, it might be further.

[Hopefully not much further? They'll have to find out. The Atlantic ocean is named for Atlas, he knows, so he's wary here of just where the clue might take them. Best to start with what is easiest.]

[potentite]

[He frowns.] West is so vague. But I guess it'll make sense when we see it. It must have been an important enough clue that it makes sense.

[splinten]

Do you have it in you to go tonight?

[He knows they shouldn't. But he's enjoying himself here, with Jake, and going back to base would be—]

[potentite]

[Without thinking, he shifts his hold on Dirk's arm, hand sliding down to loosely hold his.]

Why don't we head west until it gets too dark?

[The moons and stars are enough to fly by but definitely not search by in a dense jungle. And if they have to go back that late, it's enough to just creep into bed and avoid as much of the unpleasantness as they can.]

[splinten]

[Dirk does think. He thinks about how much of a burden he is putting on Jake. He thinks about how much Jake needs to be alone, and how much time Dirk has taken from him. He thinks about how kind and patient Jake has been. Caring.

He thinks about the hand held in his, and when he glances to the side, he tries not to sound afraid.]

You sure?

[It's a long flight back and Dirk will be hardpressed not to be near him when they return. Is Jake sure that he deal with that much of him?]

[potentite]

[Jake understands. It would be a lie to say he's totally okay. He's tired, from the fighting and not having any time to himself, and it's wearing on him, but he doesn't regret for a second supporting Dirk or giving up that time. If it lasts too long, he'll have to ask for some support, too, but he'll cross that bridge later. Right now he's fine enough and when he looks at Dirk he feels stronger than before.

He twines their fingers together and gives a gentle squeeze.]

I'm happy to as your best bro. [He smiles at him.] Besides, I'd have lost my marbles to say no to helping such a cute blonde in distress.

[splinten]

Are you LARPing Lara or Indiana, dude?

[It reassures him. The squeeze of his hand, the smile. The little joke. It reassures him.

They aren't going to fuck up this one.]

Let's go.