The Price of Knowledge @scienceandsolitude - Tumblr Blog

[So, where have I been the past.. what, 6 months? PLENTY OF PLACES. LEMME TELL YOU. At this moment in time, I have a job. I work at a comic book store and I'm pretty satisfied with it tbh. I'm also slowly trying to save up for a new laptop and I'm trying to storyboard a video game. FUN TIMES. Currently I'm stationed in the South Park fandom. Which is quite a hoot. You don't know angst until you've seen the SP fandom. I also have an oc blog going. Kinda slow on him though. And I am currently working on a Red Queen Alice blog. Because why not. I've kinda changed a lot over the past year. And for the most part it's been for the better.]

#also I'm going to ALA. You should find me lmao #ooc

Sometimes I wonder if this island is stationed somewhere near the Antarctic. I have never had to deal with such an intense Winter, and I lived in both England and the Northern United States.

#trumpet noises

Good gracious, I forgot just how many of you are on this island again. Hello. Erm, I do apologize in advance for my awkwardness. I haven't had social contact in a while.

#trumpet noises

Even after essentially hibernating my way through December, I can't stand the cold, never will.

#trumpet noises

No matter how long Wilson slept, he would always still awaken on the island. The young scientist groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes slowly as he glanced around. Ah, right, it was still winter. As much as he would like, there was no time for dilly-dallying. Science had to be done, and, to his dismay, physical activity. Boy how he despised exercise. He's been on this island for a good YEAR and he hated the very idea of breaking a sweat. He was still stubborn as ever, which, in many ways, was a good thing. Wilson's stubborness proved useful to him when surviving on this god-forsaken island. He would find a way out, and by god he was going to keep searching for it. . . . Okay, he would keep searching for it after he chopped down some more trees. Good LORD it was cold out here! The male pushed himself to his feet, eventually shifting to stare down at his hands. Still here, and despite the cold and stiffness of his muscles, he could work. And that was all he needed, really.

#ic #open?? I guess? HI.

[How quaint. Long time no see, eh? I think I'm finally getting Wilson's muse back. ..Slowly. S'up. I mean, I dunno, no matter how long I stay away, Wilson continues to be my dearest child.]

#ooc #wipes everything.