[Palamedes is pretty sure his presence is only tolerated on this boat by their dear Captain Whatever His Name Is, and in the wake of... various conversations, he's elected to embrace being only tolerated. Here on the boat, this means keeping to himself, more or less, and not trying to interfere with any shanties or team building or whatever is going on.
Also, he is a little seasick. Unlike the last time, he isn't standing full in the face of sea winds and waves timing how long his stomach can take it. No, this time he's settled into a corner and just slid miserably down to the deck, to sit there and not look at the bobbing horizon. Nope. Eugh.
But this whole thing is a bad idea, he's pretty sure, so he makes an effort to check in-- with his buds, anyway. Whether that is a grim wave from his corner or actually on his feet and kinda green, But Dealing, he makes a wholehearted attempt to catch up with everyone and ask the same question:]
general check-in with best bud seasick stickbug, ota
Also, he is a little seasick. Unlike the last time, he isn't standing full in the face of sea winds and waves timing how long his stomach can take it. No, this time he's settled into a corner and just slid miserably down to the deck, to sit there and not look at the bobbing horizon. Nope. Eugh.
But this whole thing is a bad idea, he's pretty sure, so he makes an effort to check in-- with his buds, anyway. Whether that is a grim wave from his corner or actually on his feet and kinda green, But Dealing, he makes a wholehearted attempt to catch up with everyone and ask the same question:]
Are you doing alright, so far?