Judah Kaplan (gotnofear) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2015-01-11 23:37:00 |
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Storms and boats and surviving on the ocean for a lot longer than Judah thought was possible were still things that were living fresh underneath his skin. He was, for the most part, soldiering through it though. Even if it had been only about a day since him, Graves and Cohan had washed back up on Kamong. It wasn’t going to improve anything to dwell on the fact that Eli had looked like he’d seen a ghost when Judah had been hauled into the lobby of the resort. Wasn’t going to make his mood any better thinking about the fact that the three of them had probably been written off as dead, since what were the odds that they would come back after being shipwrecked? Because it turns out that the people left on the island had known something had gone wrong with the boat. Radios or something. Judah was foggy on the details, he had been pretty exhausted when Mia had gone through trying to explain things to him. But that had been yesterday, and he had decided that morning when he had crawled himself out of bed, ignoring all the aches and pains, that he was going to treat today like it was any other day on the island. Every shrink he had ever sat in with would have told him that he needed to process and acknowledge his experience. But he had processed enough while he had been on the water. There was no way he was going to spend any more time navel gazing. It was probably a little funny that he had decided it was the right time to give Lydia pointers on survival skills. But nobody could guarantee the amount of time they had on the island, and Judah had been looking for something to do, and he had promised her ages ago that he would go over it. His first choice would have been the infirmary, but Judah knew if he showed his face in there it was just as likely that he would find himself in one of the beds while his dehydration and exposure got fussed over. So while he avoided the one place that he usually spent the most time, Judah had kept himself occupied, until he had found Lydia and gotten her to agree to meet him in one of the common areas. She might have had an agenda, but if she did he hadn’t been told, so he wasn’t going to expect some kind of ambush. There was gear spread across one of the tables, and Judah had kicked both of his feet up onto an empty chair, examining his cracked and red knuckles while he waited for Lyd. “What do you want to learn first?” Judah asked, looking up at the sound of someone moving towards the table. |