[ Garma misses the sunlight less than others might. In their own way, the mines remind him of the interior of a spaceship, cramped and with a darkness surrounding all the way. He could do with better lighting generally, but ah well... The state of his mind and body is a lot more concerning, and Garma feels increasingly torn apart inside.
They've had a lot of quiet evenings when they set up camp, all professional and focused on their missions, but inside the mines, Garma is starting to be unable to stand the silence. Silence means that he's being drawn further home, only he knows his home is with his family, so far far away. So in the evening, when everyone hasn't retreated to their tents yet, Garma is going to try and get a conversation going. ]
Let's talk about home for a little. Our real homes, back in our worlds. Share something you like and miss about your world, or something interesting that you don't think another world shares in common. We all come from such colorful backgrounds and yet we have barely exchanged stories. It's a waste, isn't it?
[ He sounds steady as he speaks, but he's twirling his fringe incessantly. Home... He wants to retain a sense of it that isn't here.
Later in his tent he is going to actually do a full body check of himself undressed, because he is starting to be freaked out about the mere concept of even being himself. How is his wound looking? Will shining a flashlight over his whole butt naked appearance unveil any other horrors? ]
((ooc: feel free to threadjack and reply to other people's stories at any time - we're all at the same campsite, listening to other is realistic, and group dynamic building is encouraged.))
Mods! / also mingle?
They've had a lot of quiet evenings when they set up camp, all professional and focused on their missions, but inside the mines, Garma is starting to be unable to stand the silence. Silence means that he's being drawn further home, only he knows his home is with his family, so far far away. So in the evening, when everyone hasn't retreated to their tents yet, Garma is going to try and get a conversation going. ]
Let's talk about home for a little. Our real homes, back in our worlds. Share something you like and miss about your world, or something interesting that you don't think another world shares in common. We all come from such colorful backgrounds and yet we have barely exchanged stories. It's a waste, isn't it?
[ He sounds steady as he speaks, but he's twirling his fringe incessantly. Home... He wants to retain a sense of it that isn't here.
Later in his tent he is going to actually do a full body check of himself undressed, because he is starting to be freaked out about the mere concept of even being himself. How is his wound looking? Will shining a flashlight over his whole butt naked appearance unveil any other horrors? ]
((ooc: feel free to threadjack and reply to other people's stories at any time - we're all at the same campsite, listening to other is realistic, and group dynamic building is encouraged.))