in the captain's chair

Jim didn't have much to pack but what he had was all stuffed into his bags. All that was left was to wait around for his portal. It was scheduled for later tonight for some reason and after seeing that the only other portal back home was in a month's time, he'd had to take it.

To pass the time, he was sitting on his stripped bed, playing some stupid game on his phone. He was trying to ignore the fact that he'd miss this place and the people. He was trying to be cool and collected and not at all sentimental because that was the kind of guy he was.

It required a lot of repression. And Jim was a repression expert.

[Open door/post. Jim's last post on island for now and totally good with SP since I'm getting this up a little late.]

After the picnic yesterday, Jim was taking it easy today. Wandering around in only his shorts all day had given him a bit of a tan (and sunburn) and the heat had sapped a lot of his energy so he wasn't going to be doing much moving today.

Jackson, who was currently a bunny, was on his bed, flopping around and chasing a few twigs that Jim had brought in for him. Jackson was going to owe Jim so much for taking such good care of him. He hadn't left him in the ocean once and that was a huge step up from the whole basketball incident.

Jackson the bunny was kind of cute but he would never, ever admit that. Not to anyone. Jim was scrolling through games on his phone and keeping an eye on the bunny as he did. Lazy day.

[Door and post are open]

The notion of sleeping in wasn't unfamiliar to Jim. He tended to do it all the time. If people really wanted to see him, they could wait until he got his lazy ass out of bed and woke up.

Right now, he'd accomplished the out of bed part. His hair was still standing on end, his eyes were still blearily and he'd already mistakenly gulped down some flat soda thinking it was water but he was awake and he was clothed (and he was sorry about that, ladies). One of his first thoughts upon waking up was that he could totally be excused if he messed up Jackson's side of the room in his half awake state.

Yawning, Jim pulled the door to his room open and leaned against the door frame, peering out into the hall to see if anything interesting was going on. And maybe he was trying to sniff out some free food or something that'd help him wake up a little easier.

If not, he was liable to fall asleep standing up. Wouldn't be the first time.

[Post/door open to all]