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come_sailaway2023-08-04 12:23 pm
lightconductor) wrote in come_sailaway2023-08-04 12:23 pm
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Seeking: Normalcy
What: Watson, aiming for some equilibrium
When: Late July/early August
Where: The infirmary, the library, the sauna, etc.
1, Library
Watson, seeking some level of reassurance in the days after his latest death (by exploding deep fryer, of all the insulting things), retreats to a favourite of his: fiction. Unfortunately, the novel he'd been working through before all of this happened was a sea novel, full of pirates and adventure on the waves, and that leaves somewhat of a bad taste in his mouth, just at the moment.
He sighs, and tosses the book to one side.
2, Infirmary
It seems unlikely that people will want him, so soon after an excursion; still, sometimes it's more about the normalcy than anything else, and he ends up lurking in the infirmary like its his own personal office (he knows it isn't, really, but it feels like it's his, sometimes).
3, Sauna
While cold water certain has every reason to put an ache in his bones, there's no earthly reason he should still be feeling it now. It's probably in his head head.
Nevertheless, while Watson is a frequent visitor to the sauna, he's there a little more often than usual lately. Like a true sauna connoisseur, he goes nude, a towel over his lap for modesty's sake; the crater-like scar of his shoulder and the mess of smaller shrapnel scars down his leg are on full display. He sits with his head back, and his eyes closed, but there's a tenseness to him, as though even here, he cannot truly relax.
4. Bobby B's
In the evenings, he writes, scribbling furiously in a notebook with a fountain pen that never seems to run out of its green ink. He smokes as he writes, almost absently, occasionally forgetting about the cigarette in the ash tray as he becomes intensely involved in one particular passage.
5. Wildcard
You know how to find me.
When: Late July/early August
Where: The infirmary, the library, the sauna, etc.
1, Library
Watson, seeking some level of reassurance in the days after his latest death (by exploding deep fryer, of all the insulting things), retreats to a favourite of his: fiction. Unfortunately, the novel he'd been working through before all of this happened was a sea novel, full of pirates and adventure on the waves, and that leaves somewhat of a bad taste in his mouth, just at the moment.
He sighs, and tosses the book to one side.
2, Infirmary
It seems unlikely that people will want him, so soon after an excursion; still, sometimes it's more about the normalcy than anything else, and he ends up lurking in the infirmary like its his own personal office (he knows it isn't, really, but it feels like it's his, sometimes).
3, Sauna
While cold water certain has every reason to put an ache in his bones, there's no earthly reason he should still be feeling it now. It's probably in his head head.
Nevertheless, while Watson is a frequent visitor to the sauna, he's there a little more often than usual lately. Like a true sauna connoisseur, he goes nude, a towel over his lap for modesty's sake; the crater-like scar of his shoulder and the mess of smaller shrapnel scars down his leg are on full display. He sits with his head back, and his eyes closed, but there's a tenseness to him, as though even here, he cannot truly relax.
4. Bobby B's
In the evenings, he writes, scribbling furiously in a notebook with a fountain pen that never seems to run out of its green ink. He smokes as he writes, almost absently, occasionally forgetting about the cigarette in the ash tray as he becomes intensely involved in one particular passage.
5. Wildcard
You know how to find me.