[ All things considered, Thack has probably woken up in worse places, though that thought barely occurs to him considering where he was until just moments ago. It takes some time for the immediacy of the situation to register – in fact, for a while he’d just laid there on the forest floor, curled up in a position that appeared almost fetal. It was only once the spiders had actually begun to scuttle over his skin that he’d moved, with jerky suddenness that saw him rearing up from the ground and clutching at his stomach. There’s a horizontal scar over his abdomen, pink and fresh, healed but still new. He spent a moment trying to assess it in the low light, and then stumbled forwards, away from the arachnid horde.
Now, he’s following a sense of urgent forward momentum which may well be utterly senseless, westward out of the forest. The moment he he spots another person, he stops dead, his lips slightly parted in discombobulated surprise. ]
Are you real?
002.boarding house.
[ It hasn’t been long since his arrival, but Thack is already making the best of it. The boarding house is an excellent opportunity to study his fellow new arrivals in close quarters, so – now that he’s properly dressed, of course – he knocks on every door, holding a small notebook, with a pencil poised and ready to take notes. ]
Good afternoon. [ He has a charming, friendly smile when he needs it, and despite everything there’s an ease and confidence to his gait that seeps out of him. ] I was wondering if I could ask you some questions. It won’t take long.
003.festival.
[ Thack isn’t going to pass up an opportunity to take in some of Rubilykskoye’s culture. He keeps to the edge of the crowd – all the better to observe, of course – and takes his time as he wanders from one food stall to the next, eyes bright with curiosity. Eventually, it gets the better of him (it always does), and he selects a cupcake from one stand, grinning at the immature novelty of it all as he takes a bite.
It must be the air, or his surroundings, or both, but before long it becomes impossible to ignore the warm fizz of want in his gut. It isn’t really directed at any one person; in fact, his eyes rove from one person to another, searching for a returning spark of interest. ]
004.wildcard.
[ throw something else at me or hmu @ crowders if you would like to plot! ]
dr john thackery · the knick
Now, he’s following a sense of urgent forward momentum which may well be utterly senseless, westward out of the forest. The moment he he spots another person, he stops dead, his lips slightly parted in discombobulated surprise. ]
Are you real?
002. boarding house.
Good afternoon. [ He has a charming, friendly smile when he needs it, and despite everything there’s an ease and confidence to his gait that seeps out of him. ] I was wondering if I could ask you some questions. It won’t take long.
003. festival.
It must be the air, or his surroundings, or both, but before long it becomes impossible to ignore the warm fizz of want in his gut. It isn’t really directed at any one person; in fact, his eyes rove from one person to another, searching for a returning spark of interest. ]
004. wildcard.