o1 . june catchall (closed)

[itknowsyou]

Who: Jon Sims + CR new and old; tap me at ochrona for a starter.
What: The Archivist arrives in Trench.
When: June, the month of archives and reflection.
Where: Throughout Trench.

Comments

[frogfear]

Yup. Really. That's where Rosie came from too. Someone rescued her when she fell from the sky, and he didn't have a place to keep her, so he gave her to me.

[Her tone turns more casual, knowing he came from the dream means he's used to a certain level of... unpredictability. Animals, people, and other objects falling from the sky probably won't even strike him as terribly unusual given some of the chaos that struck Deerington.

Her eyebrows lift as he talks about trying to organize the books, like he's already found some new pet project.]

Good luck with that. I think most of us have just kind of figured out how to work around the fact that this place follows absolutely no logical organizational system whatsoever. You can always find what you need - you just kind of have to feel it out.

[itknowsyou]

[ He rolls his eyes at she fell from the sky, in that particularly Deerington way. Of course the cow fell from the sky; why would she have come from somewhere sensible? Never mind that he was just professing nostalgia for even those brief moments of sanity. For as little as he can remember Deerington, this cements that they were few and far between.

She was there for it all. It sparks a furious little flame of hope in him that she will be able to tell him more. ]

Ah, yes. More dream logic. [ He is clearly not thrilled. ] I suppose it's too much to ask we could be free of that.

[ He hates to confess that it feels so familiar to him, in a way that he does not quite know how to unpack. ]

[frogfear]

[She shrugs a little at the eyeroll. At least she had spared him the details about the guy in the plane who had been trying to save both people and animals from falling to their deaths.]

What's the old saying? The more things change, the more they stay the same?

[It still strikes her as odd that this is the very first place he's come, and she can't help but be curious about how long it took him to find the Archives when surely there were more immediate needs that most would have considered attending to. She nods to the robes that were clearly given to him on the shore by the Wakers.]

So how long ago did you make it to shore?

[itknowsyou]

[ He hedges, here, transparently avoiding the question: ]

Just long enough to realize this will, by and large, be more of the same.

[ (Shiro corralled him into the very basics of self-care, upon which he took off like a shot towards the place known as The Archives.) ]

I suppose even Deerington's welcome was less disconcerting.