IC CONTACT

[ukan]

This is Lark Tennant, leave a message.

[Or a note, or a drop-by]

Comments

[corkscrewed]

You were practically the first person Jon introduced me to when I got here, you know?

Well. Maybe like, third or fourth.

[ukan]

Third or 4th? my pride. I'm going to have words with him when he's back.

I've had people bringing me food. Is anyone bringing some to you?

[corkscrewed]

Oh, yeah. Tim's looking after me, which is actually ridiculous, because he's death tolling and I'm literally fine.

I'm okay. Honestly.

[ukan]

Me too. He'll be up soon and we can put all this behind us.

[ He'll just keep on parroting that at anyone who asks. ]

[corkscrewed]

Can I come bring tea? Like, this afternoon.

[ukan]

Are you sure you want to leave Jon?

[corkscrewed]

I mean, obviously not, but Tim's here. It's not really alright for me to just hover over him like an anxious ghost. He'll be back.

[ukan]

[ He wishes he was as sure of that as Martin seems. ]

Tea would be nice, then. Meet me at cabin 101.

[corkscrewed]

[ martin had doubted jon once, and it had nearly cost him everything he had left. it doesn't matter how long it takes; he won't doubt him again. ]

Sure. See you in fifteen.

[ukan]

Lark leaves the door propped open so Martin can walk in easily. There's a puppy with him, Trevor's new one, but Lark is holding her on his lap and letting her chew a rawhide.

[corkscrewed]

Martin heads in, shutting the door behind him. "Where should I plug in?" The kettle in his backpack. Easier to just make it here - partially so he doesn't risk spilling it on himself, partially in case they need more.