bad luck, old sport

[goingtobeunwell]

Who: Francis Crozier and OTA
What: Uh oh, more bad luck for Milton's other resident old man!
When: Throughout February
Where: Crozier's igloo, the town and the outskirts, the basin

Content Warnings: The Terror AMC™'s specific flavor of horror -- possible mentions of cannibalism, starvation, illness, murder, gore, addiction, Victorians

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[castitas]

Kate smiles. "It sucks there's no internet, I could at least show you that way."

It's not the same as seeing it for yourself, she knows. But he'd still be able to see a whole lot, read about what they all do there.

"... maybe there's, like, a... National Geographic?" Kicking it old school with paper stuff. "It's a magazine. Or something close to that. There's gotta be something in a physical copy here somewhere that might have photographs and stuff in it. That way you could see it yourself, in a way. I could keep an eye out for something like that for you."

Totally a mission in life: Find Mr Crozier Antarctica stuff. She'll have to ask Rorschach if he might have anything like that in the library.

[goingtobeunwell]

What the hell is internet?

But a magazine he knows, and he responds to the offer with a very gentle nod of gratitude. "If you would, I'd be grateful."

Besides, something like that would be interesting reading for an old semi-academic as himself. He can't even fathom the things he's missed between his era and hers! Electricity and hot water on demand is something he can wrap his head around, but all else? The old, broken vehicles and these communication systems people keep referencing are entirely too foreign for his mind.

"You've taught me something today, Miss March. It's not something I take lightly."