Lynne Masters & OTA
Well. It had been a week. Lynne had promised herself she'd give the place a week and decide whether it was for her, after the shit storm of a "welcome" she'd gotten the first time she tried to talk to the other volunteers on the network. Since then, largely she'd been keeping to herself. She had given Finnick a haircut and had managed to get Sam to help her build a shelter. The rest of the week she'd spent shucking coffee beans and trying to decide if being here was really the best decision for her.
Lynne had never been very good at being social. She liked people, mostly. She wanted very much to be liked in return. ...but filling in the spaces to build bridges with others always seemed to be the part with which she struggled the most. She wanted to be good at making friends, but she never had been. There was something to be said about living in one's younger sibling's shadow for one's entire life that made finding the confidence to strike up conversations difficult. She'd managed it with Chris on her first night, but that had been more out of necessity than anything else; she'd needed to know she was in the right place.
Now, a week had passed and she still felt small, insignificant, a little bit frightened, and entirely too overwhelmed. ...the jury was still out. She'd stick it out until she had come to a conclusion one way or the other, she decided. And until then, she'd just waffle around trying her best to be useful and keep away from Malia, because everyone else seemed to think it had been an idle threat, but for the first conversation she had had with the other woman to have culminated in a death threat, well. Lynne wasn't stupid. It was better to be safe than sorry.
So she'd gotten a cup of coffee and left a wide berth around the pregnant woman as she made her way to the far end of the camp. She'd watch people for a little while and if she found anyone sitting alone that looked like they had a friendly face, then she'd approach them. Until then, she'd just sit and enjoy the fact that she was on a beautiful island in front of a bonfire and under a starry sky. Hey. Things could be a hell of a lot worse.