[video] un: linneus.

[inaurare]

Hello every… ah, anyone who might see this. My name is Linneus. I... am not sure if this is working.

[leaving comments on other people’s posts is one thing, but putting his own out is quite another, and there’s a certain degree of nervousness that hasn’t been present in his everyday interactions, accentuated by the fact that he is clearly chilled and just about holding off a shiver]

I was hoping perhaps someone might be able to help. Someone in Olympia, that is. You see I returned from Wyver just now and-- well, look.

[the shift in camera angle is clumsy, but eventually he steadies the device on his surroundings. A broken-in window, the snow blown inside in small drifts. As he pans it’s clear that what little home he had started to make for himself has been quite overturned, covers tossed back and pulled off beds, cupboards and shelves standing empty, but he doesn’t linger too long on those. His main focus is on the window, one hand reaching into frame to gesture as he draws closer]

I can manage much of the housework and the cleaning, but it’s this is the trouble - it’s sort of a sash window, but it draws to the side instead of up. [a careful tug - broken glass notwithstanding, it’s clearly stuck open] I’m not sure I can manage to take it off its track by itself - I think the glass will break further if I try. But I hoped someone might try and help me with finding a replacement and perhaps fitting it?

[turning the camera back on himself, a slightly shy smile.]

I should forewarn that I may not be capable of instant repayment, but I would consider myself in your debt and endeavour to do what I can. I… await any reply, even if you’ve only advice to offer, but I shan’t be instantaneous in my replies, you understand. I have no small amount of cleaning up of my own to do…

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[hurtled]

Yes, of course. I just -- [She runs a hand through her hair. Expressing this in actual words to another person is more difficult than she thought.]

There are people important to me still asleep. I check in on them, as much as I can. It's the same for you too, I imagine.

[She'll get to the point soon, really.]

[inaurare]

[hesitantly-] I haven't looked, honestly - of course there are people I would want to see again, to make sure they're here. But there are far more I would rather never see again... they remind me of things I prefer to keep in my past.

And even if the few I care about have made their way here... I'm not sure what visiting them would accomplish. I know how that sounds, but...

[hurtled]

The way I see it, if you haven't looked for them even once, the uncertainty will always keep nagging at you. [How is that preferable to security in confirmation, she holds back from asking.

Instead:] The choice is yours, though, and I'm not going to fault you for doing what you decided for yourself. I merely presumed there was somebody you want to visit, when you asked.

[inaurare]

[a steady breath, an exhale]

It will. It does. I did look in the beginning but I haven't since; it was just... overwhelming.

You aren't wrong, though. Honestly I think it would be a different matter if I had found them, first.

[hurtled]

[Aw, now she's getting pangs of guilt. It's clearly a sore spot for him, and not her place to pry.]

We don't have to talk about this if you'd rather not. You've been awake and down here for months, after all, you have a life of your own. What was in your past can remain in the past.

[On her end, she knows her boss, her partner, all those people who care for her, they wouldn't want her to do something as meaningless as while her time away when they are in stasis. That's why she has to make herself of use in their absence.]

[inaurare]

[a little chuckle, shaking his head]

I'd rather not go into it, no, but that isn't your fault - I took myself there.

Still, though, the possibility of getting stuck here still remains. And with that comes not just losing the ability to withdraw and remain impartial, but also the possibility of losing contact with sleeping loved ones.

[hurtled]

You've put quite some thought into the matter, for someone who's repairing a house to live in here. [A compliment. Really.]

Frankly, I don't know how our gracious hosts do it. I reckon I'd die from boredom if I did nothing except watch the rise and fall of civilization over centuries like them.

[While the occasional trip is fine, she can't imagine living on the station for the long term. Yes -- almost a twisted form of #firstworldproblems.]

[inaurare]

[a little lift and drop of his shoulders - a shrug, or the closes Linneus gets to one]

I’m a worrier. I tend to think things through a lot. Living in Wyver my thoughts were turned to returning here eventually - now I have, and I can’t very well turn back, can I?

[or he could but it’s a long journey, and he doesn’t fit so well in Wyver anyway...]

I suppose there is little use in worrying. I should just focus on the things I can do - on what is immediate for now.

[hurtled]

Right? Worry makes you frown, and frowning will make you grow old even faster.

[Wyver's not bad, to her mind, though perhaps too hot-blooded and loud for him. In his case, to stay where he has an attachment to should be better.]

I see that you've gotten some offers of help already, but you now have my contact info as well, if there's anything I can help with. I was planning to go back and take a look when the weather eases up a little.

[inaurare]

[he laughs with that]

Well, yes. But there are such things as laugh lines as well!

[a little dip of his head]

Thank you, I think I shall manage. But it will be good to see you when you are able to make it back to the area.

It is quite the distance...