ic contact//CURRENT

[darkov]

[INSERT DEFAULT INBOX VOICE MESSAGE/EMAIL GREETING HERE]
email: ENABLED (will go unanswered)
text: ENABLED (high probability these will go unanswered)
phone/audio: ENABLED
video: ENABLED
latest status update 3/6/2018

Comments

[h2no]

You're not going to like this, but... I can't answer that one for you. We experience being here so differently, there's no way to know.

[though... he hazards a guess being away from family like gina will always hurt. even if martin is here for years and forgets her face and voice.]

There's no right or wrong way to feel about it, either. It's just... how you do.

[darkov]

[so it's about the same as what Cassandra said. it's both assuring and not-so-assuring, because more than anything, Martin wishes he could have someone he trusts give him solid answers. even if living in the compound was hard and fraught with anxieties, there was security in trusting in others to know all the answers.

he nods, somber, and crouches down to put the figure safely back in the bag.]

Uh-? [his fingers graze one more ball of tissue paper. he plucks it out, squeezing it before unrolling it to expose the little mightyena carving.]

Mightyena...?

[h2no]

Yep! [he chirps happily, not dwelling on the topic change. he's always trying to encourage to martin to lead things himself and if he wants to drop it then it's dropped.] I wasn't sure about that one, but figured it couldn't hurt. You wanna see him now?

[darkov]

Ye-yes, please. [it's cute! mightyena's already cute...but this is handheld, not-slobbery cute.]

[h2no]

[archie nods, standing up and releasing the hyena pokémon into the hallway. it yips immediately, trotting over to martin and pressing its head against his shoulder.

friend...]

[darkov]

He-hello, hi-- [he fidgets, winding up sitting on his legs to brace and shrug against the nose snuffling in his ear. once he's situated, he holds out the little figure for investigation.]

Did-did you see this? Archie made it. It looks like you...

[h2no]

[mightyena licks at martin's face the way he always does, because intelligent pokémon or not, he's still a friggin' dog. he looks over at the carving, sniffing, then back at martin, tail wagging and ears pricked. he boofs lightly. yes! that's him! he remembers modelling for it!]

[darkov]

[his breath peppered with a shaky kind of laugh, rubbing his cheek with the back of his hand.]

I'll put it upstairs. In my room. [he glances up toward Archie.]</small. That's a good spot, right?

[h2no]

[he nods with a smile.]

That sounds good to me. You wanna go up with Mightyena? I'll stay down here and get a drink.

[darkov]

Oh--a-alright. [he gets to his feet with the bag, gesturing to mightyena to follow and head toward the stairs, realizing along the way:] This is the new house, so you haven't seen the new upstairs...I-I mean, it looks mostly the same, I guess. Just backwards in spots...