ph_logs | [OPEN] It seems strange, how we used to wait for letters to arrive

Who: Jon Sims (

apocryphalarchivist) and... you!
What: May Top-levels
When: Post Land-Ho!
Where: Across Marrow Isle
Warning(s): Mentions of infestation and insects, more added as needed.

1. CHRYSALIS [Closed to Cecil]

It was strange, to have one's home suddenly feel unfamiliar.

Between the waterlogged town and his similar, drenched cottage, Jon's been feeling some adjustment pains while settling back in. Loneliness feels lonelier, somehow, and connections feel intangible, like he's reaching out to someone on the other side of a window. It's been a strange think, to go from being snared by something, taken for a ride, made to feel something wholly different from himself, and then... go back to life. Live normally, day to day, among his friends, colleagues, and neighbors.

The predicament he finds himself in isn't a new one: desperation to reach out, but reeling back from closeness. It's never been quite so pressing, either.

It's only before he gets a chance to take the first step, himself, having just been considering reaching for the phone, when a knock at his door rings through the home, only muffled by the wind the open windows carry through. He stands from his only-somewhat-soggy chair, and, upon opening the door, can't help but look shocked, even if just for a moment.

"Oh. Cecil, I---" Jon trails off, several things he'd been thinking to say colliding in his throat all at once. I was planning to come see you. We sure went through it, huh? You were an anchor for me, while I was lost to myself. Thank you.

He doesn't manage any of that, but clears his throat, opening the door wider for his hater-turned-neutral-friend-in-law pseudo-stranger fellow thread of the web acquaintance. (Even that didn't feel right, but labels were, after everything, understandably fuzzier than usual.)

"Please, come in."

2. ADRIFT [Closed to the crew or any visitors aboard the Mipha's Grace]

Well, that's enough of all that.

Between demons, and floods, and bugs, Jon's relieved when the Mipha's Grace is restored to its former glory, and ready to set sail. There's a certain peace to crunching numbers for supplies and ensuring everything is ready to go, even if that peace is, for a time, interrupted by the tension that comes with being on the sea so soon after the floods, but after time, the familiarity returns. The daily routine starts its motions anew, and the ship thrives with life.

Jon's keen to keep his nose to the grindstone throughout the day, but when night falls, there's finally a moment to take a breath. He lingers by the rails of the ship, staring over at the moonlight that shimmers off of the waves, thinking about everything his mind can possibly grasp and nothing at all, all at once.

He's pulled back to the world when he hears footsteps, though, and offers a small smile back towards whoever's joined him, before returning his attention to the sea.

"Beautiful, isn't it? It's nice to be able to appreciate it again. Nights on the Stag Beetle were too stressful to appreciate the sea and stars fully. I had no idea how much I missed it until now."

3. RESTORATION [OTA]

Strange times caused strange measures, and today, on the lawn of West Dream Analytics, Jon is sweeping over the grass.

It's all with good purpose, of course. Pieces of broken wood, scattered trash, and lost items are pushed into a larger pile, more easily knelt beside to pick through and properly throw away. He's fluttering between tasks, scattered over while he helps with the efforts, and, for the moment, is busying himself with sweeping washed-up sand down the paved walkway up to Neil's home.

On one of his glances up to get a scope of everything, he catches sight of someone making their way up, and offers a short wave.

"Oh--- sorry, need inside? I'll be out of the way in just a second."

~~That's what he gets for not prioritizing the door and the path to it. Nice going, Sims.~~

[OPEN] It seems strange, how we used to wait for letters to arrive

(Wrap and start a new one? Or are we going to add a player to this thread?)

(wrap makes sense! i'll drop a link for Neil's inbox! :3c)