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300kgbackpack) wrote in ph_logs2023-10-07 04:03 pm
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[Open] | A Long Way From Home
Who: Sam and the General Public
What: Familiarizing himself with the island
When: Throughout October and likely to persist
Where: All the places
1. Feeling Like A Ghost
Living at the Inn, Sam doesn't show himself much. When crowds are in full swing, he is decidedly absent. He skirts the wall on his way in and out, keeping a paranoid eye on them all. He doesn't talk unless he's spoken to first, just giving a grunt or a nod of acknowledgement.
(Un)fortunately, he can be stopped in his tracks, usually by being cornered, or just touched. His opinion of you won't change (much) if you do so.
When he's able to move into a nice little house on the very edge of the village proper though, he will be seen considerably less, at least at first. He doesn't have much at all to show for his time here, but it's only been a week since his arrival. He doesn't have a lot to do, to move in, but he is trying to set himself up. He has a to-do list of his own, supplies that he's going to need when he has the Brass, and at least at first, he knows he's going to need to take his meals at the Oak and Iron. But those are going to be few and far between. He's gone longer without solid meals; there isn't an ounce of body fat on him for a reason.
If you come by his house on the outskirts, you may find him napping on his own front porch, with an infant likewise dozing in a soft sling across his chest made out of the shirt he arrived in. He's tired between explorations and the singularly exhausting ordeal of meeting new people. Sorry about that.
2. Don't Be So Serious
When he'd arrived, Sam's first encounter with the spirits inhabiting the island had been...tense. Mostly because when he's happened upon those incorporeal folks before, he'd been dragged through the tar, tossed into the Seam, killed time and again. But he'd been told they were peaceful. That they wouldn't do a damn thing to him.
Now he's out in the middle of Lockwood Forest, moving through the trees once again, finding trails or making the beginnings of them himself. He's in a pair of heavy duty boots suitable for hiking this time around, dressed in a set of basic clothes that he's already made sleeveless. He climbs trees, vaults deadfalls, and generally behaves as if this is his natural habitat. He climbs up sheer rock faces with the agility of a professional free-climber. This man may have been a mountain goat in another life.
All the while, as Sam scales these things, he'll be chatting back and forth with the bundle of his daughter tucked against his chest. He's looking much livelier than when he arrived.
3. Anything You Need
Finding the bulletin board had taken some doing, but not much. It was doing a good job as a bulletin board in that way. Asking one of the others about town had directed him toward it, and now he's standing and reading it with one arm tucked around his child's body, telling her the little things that he's reading off from the signage clearly weeks old. Not a lot of it makes sense to him, and the bewilderment reads on his face, but he skates right on past it all.
One thing does catch his attention: Seeking Accounts of the Strange and Terrifying. Shit, he has plenty of Strange and Terrifying, and the guy promises a beverage, so why not?
Find him staring at the board as he debates on whether to add something to it himself. He's never had to advertise his services before, he doesn't know how, he doesn't know how fast word of mouth can travel in communities like this...
4. Patience
The beach, even more than his new little house, is a place of safety. It's nothing that he can really explain to anyone, but it's here that he gravitates when he's not walking the trails or climbing the trees.
If you find him here, he will have removed his shirt and shoes and settled himself down to sit in the sand, close enough to the water that it laps at his feet. His baby will either be in his lap watching the water with him, or else snoozing.
You may hear Sam whistling quietly as he sits there in the breeze. You may see the extensive marking on his body too. At least he's not self-conscious about it.
5. Wildcard
Do you wanna just run into Sam out and about? Perhaps you're curious about a new arrival. Perhaps you heard a baby fussing and needed to confirm it was real. Perhaps you heard this man can carry up to 150 kilos without assistance and need some help moving shit. It's whatev.
What: Familiarizing himself with the island
When: Throughout October and likely to persist
Where: All the places
1. Feeling Like A Ghost
Living at the Inn, Sam doesn't show himself much. When crowds are in full swing, he is decidedly absent. He skirts the wall on his way in and out, keeping a paranoid eye on them all. He doesn't talk unless he's spoken to first, just giving a grunt or a nod of acknowledgement.
(Un)fortunately, he can be stopped in his tracks, usually by being cornered, or just touched. His opinion of you won't change (much) if you do so.
When he's able to move into a nice little house on the very edge of the village proper though, he will be seen considerably less, at least at first. He doesn't have much at all to show for his time here, but it's only been a week since his arrival. He doesn't have a lot to do, to move in, but he is trying to set himself up. He has a to-do list of his own, supplies that he's going to need when he has the Brass, and at least at first, he knows he's going to need to take his meals at the Oak and Iron. But those are going to be few and far between. He's gone longer without solid meals; there isn't an ounce of body fat on him for a reason.
If you come by his house on the outskirts, you may find him napping on his own front porch, with an infant likewise dozing in a soft sling across his chest made out of the shirt he arrived in. He's tired between explorations and the singularly exhausting ordeal of meeting new people. Sorry about that.
2. Don't Be So Serious
When he'd arrived, Sam's first encounter with the spirits inhabiting the island had been...tense. Mostly because when he's happened upon those incorporeal folks before, he'd been dragged through the tar, tossed into the Seam, killed time and again. But he'd been told they were peaceful. That they wouldn't do a damn thing to him.
Now he's out in the middle of Lockwood Forest, moving through the trees once again, finding trails or making the beginnings of them himself. He's in a pair of heavy duty boots suitable for hiking this time around, dressed in a set of basic clothes that he's already made sleeveless. He climbs trees, vaults deadfalls, and generally behaves as if this is his natural habitat. He climbs up sheer rock faces with the agility of a professional free-climber. This man may have been a mountain goat in another life.
All the while, as Sam scales these things, he'll be chatting back and forth with the bundle of his daughter tucked against his chest. He's looking much livelier than when he arrived.
3. Anything You Need
Finding the bulletin board had taken some doing, but not much. It was doing a good job as a bulletin board in that way. Asking one of the others about town had directed him toward it, and now he's standing and reading it with one arm tucked around his child's body, telling her the little things that he's reading off from the signage clearly weeks old. Not a lot of it makes sense to him, and the bewilderment reads on his face, but he skates right on past it all.
One thing does catch his attention: Seeking Accounts of the Strange and Terrifying. Shit, he has plenty of Strange and Terrifying, and the guy promises a beverage, so why not?
Find him staring at the board as he debates on whether to add something to it himself. He's never had to advertise his services before, he doesn't know how, he doesn't know how fast word of mouth can travel in communities like this...
4. Patience
The beach, even more than his new little house, is a place of safety. It's nothing that he can really explain to anyone, but it's here that he gravitates when he's not walking the trails or climbing the trees.
If you find him here, he will have removed his shirt and shoes and settled himself down to sit in the sand, close enough to the water that it laps at his feet. His baby will either be in his lap watching the water with him, or else snoozing.
You may hear Sam whistling quietly as he sits there in the breeze. You may see the extensive marking on his body too. At least he's not self-conscious about it.
5. Wildcard
Do you wanna just run into Sam out and about? Perhaps you're curious about a new arrival. Perhaps you heard a baby fussing and needed to confirm it was real. Perhaps you heard this man can carry up to 150 kilos without assistance and need some help moving shit. It's whatev.