Evening, and no further tremors. Was that a good thing? Or a bad thing that simply hadn't happened yet?
Not for the first time, Jess' hands craved a Codex badly enough to make his fingers curl into loose fists. With information, he could do more than simply batten down the hatches and hope for the best, but here, devoid of those basic conveniences, he just had guesswork to rely on. He didn't like feeling this way--blind, hands tied behind his back, holding his breath for the next thing to go sideways.
Proactiveness was better than simply going about day-to-day chores and waiting. Jess had moved onto seeing if he could reinforce some of the heavier pieces of furniture--maybe think up a way of protecting the water tank with the materials they had on hand--by the time Thorfinn finished his day.
Hand resting against an old armoire, Jess was in the middle of scrutinizing a light fixture as the other man passed by the room he was in. "Huh? Oh, hey, Thorfinn." Jess shot him a wan smile. Whenever Thorfinn was around, he made an effort to speak more clearly, knowing the man was listening, working to emulate the words the rest of them bandied around effortlessly. He didn't know if it was an obnoxious gesture or not, but one day Thorfinn might be able to tell him in his own words.
"Today, yes. Tonight, tomorrow..." He shrugged. "Things change. I'm preparing in case they do."
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Not for the first time, Jess' hands craved a Codex badly enough to make his fingers curl into loose fists. With information, he could do more than simply batten down the hatches and hope for the best, but here, devoid of those basic conveniences, he just had guesswork to rely on. He didn't like feeling this way--blind, hands tied behind his back, holding his breath for the next thing to go sideways.
Proactiveness was better than simply going about day-to-day chores and waiting. Jess had moved onto seeing if he could reinforce some of the heavier pieces of furniture--maybe think up a way of protecting the water tank with the materials they had on hand--by the time Thorfinn finished his day.
Hand resting against an old armoire, Jess was in the middle of scrutinizing a light fixture as the other man passed by the room he was in. "Huh? Oh, hey, Thorfinn." Jess shot him a wan smile. Whenever Thorfinn was around, he made an effort to speak more clearly, knowing the man was listening, working to emulate the words the rest of them bandied around effortlessly. He didn't know if it was an obnoxious gesture or not, but one day Thorfinn might be able to tell him in his own words.
"Today, yes. Tonight, tomorrow..." He shrugged. "Things change. I'm preparing in case they do."