Lately, Jim's been keeping pretty busy. Between running the farm and finishing the work on the house he's been building there, most of his time has been sucked up, and his days start early and finish late. He's kept contact with those closest to him, but he hasn't taken a lot of time lately to greet new faces, or meet new people. That's definitely on him.
He does try to spot any new faces around Asgard, this time around. He knows there have been some new arrivals and he wants to get to know a few at least, help them settle in however he can. He can't do much, but he can show them around, answer questions, see that they have what they need-- granted, there are the gods here, but other Wanderers were a lot more helpful when he first arrived than the gods were, so he hopes he can offer that, too.
Other than walking through the city greeting both new arrivals and familiar faces, Jim can also be found at the farm, where he splits his time between tending to the crops, taking care of the animals, or cleaning and sweeping, with his dog always following happily in tow. Either that, or he's working on the last few details of the house, nailing a few things into place, varnishing the woods or painting.
Anywhere he might be, he seems more keen on wearing high turtlenecks than usual, or anything with a collar that can cover his nape. He'll often scratch at the back of his neck, frowning when that itching sensation comes from nowhere, but it's difficult to spot the words that pop up every once in a while.
Maybe if he's distracted or bending his head slightly, someone might spot a word on occasion; liar, cheat, smug and manipulative are the most common to switch back and forth, their significance enough for him not to want to talk about them with anyone, even though they were all true about him at some point in his life. Maybe even now, at times.
((ooc: bit of a generalized starter but I'm pretty much open for anything! feel free to run into Jim anywhere, or poke me if you'd like to plot anything more specific.))
james t. kirk ▹ star trek aos
He does try to spot any new faces around Asgard, this time around. He knows there have been some new arrivals and he wants to get to know a few at least, help them settle in however he can. He can't do much, but he can show them around, answer questions, see that they have what they need-- granted, there are the gods here, but other Wanderers were a lot more helpful when he first arrived than the gods were, so he hopes he can offer that, too.
Other than walking through the city greeting both new arrivals and familiar faces, Jim can also be found at the farm, where he splits his time between tending to the crops, taking care of the animals, or cleaning and sweeping, with his dog always following happily in tow. Either that, or he's working on the last few details of the house, nailing a few things into place, varnishing the woods or painting.
Anywhere he might be, he seems more keen on wearing high turtlenecks than usual, or anything with a collar that can cover his nape. He'll often scratch at the back of his neck, frowning when that itching sensation comes from nowhere, but it's difficult to spot the words that pop up every once in a while.
Maybe if he's distracted or bending his head slightly, someone might spot a word on occasion; liar, cheat, smug and manipulative are the most common to switch back and forth, their significance enough for him not to want to talk about them with anyone, even though they were all true about him at some point in his life. Maybe even now, at times.
((ooc: bit of a generalized starter but I'm pretty much open for anything! feel free to run into Jim anywhere, or poke me if you'd like to plot anything more specific.))