One day... [Hopefully, they'll meet up one day. And then Martin can be awkward at him in-person.]
Could be! And let me check on changing who has it plugged in.
[There's a few minutes between Martin's messages.]
O...kay, so it's not the transceiver. I think it just doesn't like Jet. [Martin has his own theories on why that may be.] It also screeches randomly sometimes, too. Next time it goes off, I want to see if maybe it's a signal trying to lead us somewhere?
[ One day! K will undoubtedly find the awkwardness kind of endearing, so it's all good. ]
Huh. [ Having never met Jet in person yet, either, K doesn't have the faintest inkling about why the metal detector transceiver attachment would only react to him, and randomly. (Which is a shame, because it'd probably be nice to not always feel so alone surrounded by humans.) ] Now you've got me invested, I wanna know what its purpose is too.
Good plan— just be careful. It could lead you right into trouble. How are you two doing out there so far?
Surprisingly okay? We haven't hit anything that wants to eat us, but we're keeping as much to the shore as we can. The river's about the most dangerous thing we've seen, and that's more for how fast and big it is near the mouth.
What about you? All as well as it can be? You were just getting back to the base as I left, I remember.
Sounds like you're finally having a stroke of good luck. About time.
[ Instead of answering Martin's question right away, K's smiling as he turns the camera toward his surroundings, offering Martin a scenic view as he continues walking. Though he intermittently turns the camera back to face himself as he recites: ]
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
[ He's quiet for a few moments afterward. Then finally answers Martin. ]
Stayed a night at the base and I'm already back out travelling, with Senku now. He's managed to arrange a meeting with someone on the island — not the Pacairs, and not the cabin creature. Someone solitary, and very protective of their "territory". I'm sort of Senku's plus one.
[ Not only to make sure he survives the trip and encounter, but to possibly act in a diplomatic capacity if needed. Senku is Senku; his tendency toward pragmatism and bluntness at the cost of social graces can sometimes lead to trouble. And he's self-aware of that fact, so K got invited. ]
[While K won't see, Jet might have a view of Martin blushing as he listens. Wordsworth!]
Oh... oh, that's lovely! [Don't sound like too much of a fanboy. Dont.] I haven't heard that poem in ages. I can't remember all of it, but...
Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, Lethe's weed and Hermes' feather; Come to-day, and come to-morrow, I do love you both together! I love to mark sad faces in fair weather; And hear a merry laugh amid the thunder; Fair and foul I love together.
Let me see; and let me write Of the day, and of the night – Both together: – let me slake All my thirst for sweet heart-ache! Let my bower be of yew, Interwreath’d with myrtles new; Pines and lime-trees full in bloom, And my couch a low grass-tomb.
[There's a solid bit of that poem he's missing in the middle, but it's a lot of words, and he's not like Jon, able to spout them all out on the spot. His recitation is a bit halting, as well, but it feels like he should give K something back for such a lovely 'reading.']
Right, but. Right. Okay. You're out and about. Cool! Who's the person you're meeting with?
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Could be! And let me check on changing who has it plugged in.
[There's a few minutes between Martin's messages.]
O...kay, so it's not the transceiver. I think it just doesn't like Jet. [Martin has his own theories on why that may be.] It also screeches randomly sometimes, too. Next time it goes off, I want to see if maybe it's a signal trying to lead us somewhere?
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Huh. [ Having never met Jet in person yet, either, K doesn't have the faintest inkling about why the
metal detectortransceiver attachment would only react to him, and randomly. (Which is a shame, because it'd probably be nice to not always feel so alone surrounded by humans.) ] Now you've got me invested, I wanna know what its purpose is too.Good plan— just be careful. It could lead you right into trouble. How are you two doing out there so far?
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What about you? All as well as it can be? You were just getting back to the base as I left, I remember.
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[ Instead of answering Martin's question right away, K's smiling as he turns the camera toward his surroundings, offering Martin a scenic view as he continues walking. Though he intermittently turns the camera back to face himself as he recites: ]
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed — and gazed — but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
[ He's quiet for a few moments afterward. Then finally answers Martin. ]
Stayed a night at the base and I'm already back out travelling, with Senku now. He's managed to arrange a meeting with someone on the island — not the Pacairs, and not the cabin creature. Someone solitary, and very protective of their "territory". I'm sort of Senku's plus one.
[ Not only to make sure he survives the trip and encounter, but to possibly act in a diplomatic capacity if needed. Senku is Senku; his tendency toward pragmatism and bluntness at the cost of social graces can sometimes lead to trouble. And he's self-aware of that fact, so K got invited. ]
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Oh... oh, that's lovely! [Don't sound like too much of a fanboy. Dont.] I haven't heard that poem in ages. I can't remember all of it, but...
Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow,
Lethe's weed and Hermes' feather;
Come to-day, and come to-morrow,
I do love you both together!
I love to mark sad faces in fair weather;
And hear a merry laugh amid the thunder;
Fair and foul I love together.
Let me see; and let me write
Of the day, and of the night –
Both together: – let me slake
All my thirst for sweet heart-ache!
Let my bower be of yew,
Interwreath’d with myrtles new;
Pines and lime-trees full in bloom,
And my couch a low grass-tomb.
[There's a solid bit of that poem he's missing in the middle, but it's a lot of words, and he's not like Jon, able to spout them all out on the spot. His recitation is a bit halting, as well, but it feels like he should give K something back for such a lovely 'reading.']
Right, but. Right. Okay. You're out and about. Cool! Who's the person you're meeting with?