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MHA #8, Sunday
Feb. 14th, 2021 05:53 pmStark was alone today as he was most days. The one person in this or any universe he would have wanted to spend this particular day with remained out of reach and he was used to that. He was used to be alone but also considering, vaguely, that perhaps he didn't always have to be that way.
He had sent flowers to a few of his friends today and to his delighted surprise had received deliveries of his own. The 3 vases were set in different places his apartment and he found himself smiling at them throughout the day whenever they caught his eye. He wasn't truly alone now. There were cheerful yellow reminders of that right in front of his face.
But perhaps he ought to finally try and reconnect to old friends as well. He had his comms from Moya, had never lost it even during the last time he'd been gone from the island and still couldn't account for. It stayed in his pocket, usually, as a touchstone of sorts. He had no idea if it still worked. It didn't seem active. He also didn't know if he could still connect to the ship from here. It had been possible, before, but things could have changed. Nothing on this island or on Moya had ever been certain. There was probably someone on the island who could help with making a connection, if he looked. Perhaps his rarely used phone could even be modified.
He wasn't planning on going back. Not yet. Certainly not permanently. Still, the baggage this week had him thinking on his surviving shipmates more than usual. He would like to speak with them again and reassure himself that everyone was well.
For now though he was content to sit here with a mug of tea and a cupcake covered with extremely pink frosting and heart-shaped sprinkles from JGoB.
[Mostly establishy but could be open if anyone had a reason to stop by]
He had sent flowers to a few of his friends today and to his delighted surprise had received deliveries of his own. The 3 vases were set in different places his apartment and he found himself smiling at them throughout the day whenever they caught his eye. He wasn't truly alone now. There were cheerful yellow reminders of that right in front of his face.
But perhaps he ought to finally try and reconnect to old friends as well. He had his comms from Moya, had never lost it even during the last time he'd been gone from the island and still couldn't account for. It stayed in his pocket, usually, as a touchstone of sorts. He had no idea if it still worked. It didn't seem active. He also didn't know if he could still connect to the ship from here. It had been possible, before, but things could have changed. Nothing on this island or on Moya had ever been certain. There was probably someone on the island who could help with making a connection, if he looked. Perhaps his rarely used phone could even be modified.
He wasn't planning on going back. Not yet. Certainly not permanently. Still, the baggage this week had him thinking on his surviving shipmates more than usual. He would like to speak with them again and reassure himself that everyone was well.
For now though he was content to sit here with a mug of tea and a cupcake covered with extremely pink frosting and heart-shaped sprinkles from JGoB.
[Mostly establishy but could be open if anyone had a reason to stop by]