I'd sit there and look at the deserted lakes and I'd sing

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MARCH 2024 EVENT

PROMPT ONE — EXIT STRATEGY: With the way via the main road a no-go, Methuselah finds a potential and very dangerous way out of the Milton area: the Milton Mines. During the Aurora, the Interlopers must find a way to safely navigate the mines and find a way through.

PROMPT TWO — BRAVE NEW WORLD: Interlopers make their way into the Lakeside area, and are free to explore the more of the Northern Territories: a place of both industry and leisure.

PROMPT THREE — THE ECHO: On Aurora nights, the aftermath of the Darkwalker's attack on the Interlopers continues to ripple through the community — with a painful affliction.

EXIT STRATEGY

WHEN: Mid-month.
WHERE: Milton Mines.
CONTENT WARNINGS: claustrophobic situations; potential injury/maiming; potential electrocution/electrocution injuries; potential burn injuries; hyperthermic situations; exploration horror;


Unusually, Methuselah returns to the town around the middle of the month. He is looking pleased and will ask that the Interlopers gather in the Community Hall. Once gathered, he climbs onto the small stage at one end of the Hall and explains that following last month’s Feast, he set out to try to find a way out of Milton, and he believes he may have found a way out.

He goes on to explain that although the Milton Mine has been closed for many years, there may still be access through the mine. The mine had two entrances through either sides of the stone, one on the Milton side since many of the residents worked the mine back in the day, but there was also an additional entrance on the opposite side, which led to a railway track that allowed easier export of coal and precious materials towards the coast. Having gained access, he believes the mine seems to mostly remain intact, but not easy to get through. However, he discovered that during the Aurora, the old mine and its electronics came to life — meaning a way through is certainly possible during those times with the added electronics in play.

It is not much, and it is certainly incredibly dangerous, but it is something. There is certainly no way out towards the south; towards the north might be the Interlopers’ best chance of finding a way out of Milton.

Methuselah will ask for any volunteers to join him in trying to find a way out via the mines, taking them up north and then waiting for an Aurora to happen before they can then make their way through and explore the mine system. Anyone is free to sign up, and he suggests someone drawing up a sign up sheet so that Interlopers have an idea of who is leaving the town on the journey.

The hike towards the mines is a long one, taking a few hours on an incline to reach the northern mountains. Waiting on the Aurora may take time, so setting up camp is the next step — waiting for night and hoping the skies fill with night soon. Interlopers are free to explore the mine beforehand, but will find a lot of it locked up tight. With areas unreachable without power and the darkness suffocating, they won’t get very far.

When the Aurora does finally come, the mine will come to life: the system’s lighting will come on throughout, albeit flickering and a little unreliable. Machinery and track systems whir and groan as the mine slowly cranks itself into functioning once more. While there are maps of the system to help Interlopers navigate the system — showing a second entrance labelled as ‘Lakeside Entrance’ — the true difficulty in getting through lies in wait.

Interlopers will find that parts of the system have been partially flooded: with the frigid water in places mostly ankle deep and others reaching no higher than knee-high on an average-height man. What’s worse, is the half-destroyed electrics ravaged by both time and the Aurora mean plenty of loose wires hanging here and there. It’s possible to accidentally catch yourself on them, meaning burn injuries and mild electric shocks — but care should be taken in checking if these wires may have fallen into these flooded parts. Stepping into these live waters will be far more deadly. They will also find that the electronically-powered gates that open through into areas may not function, with the fuses having been blown.

Gaining access through the mine is not impossible, however. It will simply require a little bit of legwork. One of the larger caverns of the mines houses a fuse board. Characters can switch off sections of the mines in order to traverse them safely, find new fuses in toolboxes scattered through the mines in order to open the gates and make their way through to gain access to the elevator of the mine — which will also require new fuses, in order to power the electrics to get it to function.

It is perhaps, most frustrating, that once Interlopers get the elevator working and head downwards into the final section of the mine, that they will come across hand-cranks — allowing them to use the elevator without the need for electricity. But at least the hard part is over, and the Interlopers now have a way through from Milton that doesn’t require relying on the Aurora to power the mine’s electrics.

On the lower section of the mine, there will be a handful of more gated rooms to get through before reaching the Lakeside Entrance, and more wires and flooded areas to traverse. But you can taste it: something on the air. You’re close.

You’ve made it, Interloper.

BRAVE NEW WORLD

WHEN: Mid-month, onwards.
WHERE: Milton Mines (Lakeside Entrance); The Ravine; Lakeside area.
CONTENT WARNINGS: themes of exploration/survival; themes of peril; acrophobia; potential character/npc death from falls; potential injuries, potential cold injuries/hyperthermia risk;

Coming out of the mines, you will be greeted by a small mining camp and railway track enclosed by mountains on both sides. It’s incredibly sheltered here, with little wind chill and not as much snow on the ground compared to some of the more open areas of Milton. It may be best to rest here for the rest of the night. There are several portacabins that were used to house some of the former miners, along with additional cabins with one being some kind of foreman’s office, one that served as a kind of mess hall and one for bathing/toilet needs.

While there is little in terms of supplies left in there, some scraps may be found here and there — plus the cabins will provide decent shelter from the cold, which may be the last Interlopers will get ahead of the long walk down through the mountain track and into Lakeside. There is also plenty of coal left lying around, too — allowing for Interlopers to craft fires to keep warm. Even with it being sheltered, it’s still cold out.

In terms of where to go from here, the only way seems to be to follow the track. It’s a long walk, but rather straightforward if you keep to the tracks. A good few hours of it, but it’s quiet — and there doesn’t seem to be much in the way of wildlife or windchill here. It almost seems too easy, or as easy as it could be in regards to a long walk through thick snow.

Until you come face to face with the ravine.

The world opens up to you, with the tracks stretching over a huge valley via a… mostly sturdy-looking wooden and steel bridge. There doesn’t seem to be any way around it, no alternative route of getting over to the other side. Crossing the bridge is the only option. Care should be taken, with Interlopers now being vulnerable to the wind and the snow-laden tracks. As sturdy as the bridge looks, it seems to creak and groan under the weight of a single footstep. There even appears to be the remains of fall train-carts in the depths, from some unfortunate incident years ago. It’s probably fine.

Crossing the bridge and continuing down the tracks will eventually have the world opening up even more — you’ve finally reached Lakeside. Thick boreal forests crowd around the tracks, and in places, Interlopers will note that the tracks have buckled and become badly damaged. When they find roads, they will also find them in similar states of disrepair from beneath the snow. Following them for another hour or so will eventually lead to Lakeside’s Maintenance Yard. From here, there is a road, with directions: signs pointing towards Milton, the Coast, Lakeside Resort and the Carter Hydrodam.

For those interested in searching the Maintenance Yard, they will be greeted by a large, fenced in building. Fortunately, a great deal of the fencing has been damaged with the bad weather and it is easy enough to gain access. The place is a bit of a mess: scrap metal, wood, and dissued trucks and cars litter the yard, along with wood that can be used for kindling and firewood. Inside the Maintenance Yard, it is a little bit of a mechanic’s dream. There’s plenty of tools in this place, and even a forge which could be used for crafting if someone has the patience to fire it up and keep it hot for long enough. There’s plenty of stores of coal, at least. But in terms of a living space, there’s not much else other than a small break room with some comfy chairs to catch some quick shut-eye. Searching the Yard for any letters or such will reveal a similar theme to that of Milton: difficulty in reaching the Mainland with postage and correspondences, the lack of staffing, and the problems with wildlife. There are also complaints and concerns over growing dangers of small quakes causing damage to the roads and rail system.

Following the road towards the Lakeside Resort is a mostly quiet and pleasant enough trek, as long as one keeps close to or on the road there as much as possible. The Resort is largely secluded, even if it is around the actual lake itself, and it’s easy to see just why this place would have been a popular vacation place.

The resort is a collection of a dozen luxury cabins dotted around the edge of the lake, each of them with a decent amount of space between them for privacy. The cabins themselves are sturdy and well built, but look far more modern and almost designer in terms of style - with huge almost floor to ceiling windows and spacious porches for that perfect lakeside view, and open plan rooms and balconies. Each of the cabins contain multiple bedrooms, suitable for vacationing families and mix both modern technology and more rustic means of heating homes — making them ideal for all weathers.

A couple of the cabins are not completed, appearing to be a kind of expansion of the resort that was not finished. Build materials still remain here. Some of the cabins on the furthest side appear to have become victims of vandalism, having been broken into and completely trashed with windows smashed, furniture missing and broken, and any goods completely ransacked from the place. There are perhaps five cabins out of the twelve that remain fully intact and may contain useful items such as food, basic medical supplies and tools, and will certainly be excellent shelters for those looking for somewhere to stay.

There is also a Camp Office, situated at the east side of the lake. Used as a kind of main office of maintenance for the cabins, along with an office or tourist centre of sorts. It has a decent stock of hiking and outdoor essentials. The Camp Office does also have a small living space upstairs — presumably used by Lake staff or rangers, with a wood stove and kitchenette, along with a bathroom and several bunk-beds. It appears that the Camp Office wasn't abandoned until a short while ago — no more than a couple of months.

Following the road to the Hydrodam is a trickier one than the one to the Resort. There is a higher volume of predator wildlife here, with wolf howls closer and more frequent. With the current state of wildlife’s behaviours, it is likely to face attacks from wolves on the way there. The Carter Hydrodam has clearly seen better days. It seems to have fallen into disrepair and may have only been run by a small skeleton crew. While the Hydrodam is gated and locked up tight, it’s possible to break in through the gate and gain access.

While the lower dam is currently out of bounds, Interlopers will be able to get into the upper levels of the main building of the Hydrodam, which consists mostly of offices, maintenance rooms, a medical bay, and rooms banked with control panels, plus staff areas. The med bay is relatively well stocked, but might need a little forced entry with certain medical lockers and cabinets. Tools and other useful items can also be found here, along with bunk rooms, a small canteen and bathrooms/showers. It might be possible with some work to get access to hot water here — the showering systems run on a back-up furnace system, and while some of the pipes are broken, it might be possible to fix them to get the hot water system up and running again.

Following the road to the Coast will find a dead end. The bridge that heads over towards that direction has been damaged beyond repair, and there looks to be no way of getting around it. Perhaps, much like with getting out of Milton, there may be an alternate way of getting further south, but time will tell.

But for now, here is an entirely new region, ripe for the picking. While it appears some places have already seen minor scavenging (with the exception to the vandalism and looting of some of the resort cabins), Lakeside is largely untouched. It is full of game to hunt, an expansive lake to take up ice-fishing in, and indoor locations to search through for supplies. Some Interlopers may decide to stay here permanently now that it’s easier to travel between Lakeside and Milton.

THE ECHO

WHEN: Aurora Nights, the month of March.
WHERE: Everywhere
CONTENT WARNINGS: supernatural/otherworldly afflictions; themes of grief; themes of loss

There are roughly no more than ten Aurora nights during the month of March, and everything occurs as usual: the insanely bright colours swirling in the skies before you, the crackles and pops of static in the air providing percussion to the strange, ethereal chorus of almost-electrical sounds. The electrics of the world around coming alive with its usual sputtering and falters. There is much mystery to these strange, almost supernatural phenomena — but they almost feel like a kind of staple in the Northern Territories.

But on these nights something different happens.

If you listen closely, the sound of weeping can be heard on the air. Those with the Aurora Call Feat will be particularly drawn to the sound, and will hear it more clearly compared to their fellow Interlopers. It is the sound of a woman, and those paying attention might be able to recognise the voice it belongs to: it is the same woman heard over the static of radios and televisions in December and early January. The same woman that spoke to Interlopers, telling them to sleep, with the promise of help — thus granting some of them powers. It is the same voice that screamed out the night La’an Noonien-Singh died, and the night of those recently killed in the church.

She is… grief-stricken. Her weeping is a raw and anguished thing, and the more you listen, the more it seems to grip at you. You feel her pain, maybe it echoes within your own. Those you have lost, those you have failed or hurt — a reverb that grows stronger as the night continues. It is an all-consuming pain, its depths endless. It brings tears to your eyes.

You carry this pain, as she does.

You feel it in your very bones, in your flesh and sinew. It’s an exhaustive pain, and as the night progresses, you find yourself incredibly weary. In a strange state of fatigue that won’t even allow you to sleep.

You may find yourself going in search of comfort amongst friends, or loved ones. To hold a hand, to embrace them — to not be alone in this pain you feel.

But it is a pain that is too great.

On these nights, you will find yourselves alone, without the comfort you would otherwise lean on. You will not be soothed by that comfort of others. For as long as the Aurora lasts, reaching out and touching others will bring real physical pain to you. It will hurt to touch others, and physical contact will produce a sharp biting pain, even for those who may not feel pain otherwise. Too much. It’s… too much.

Some of you were told once, in a dream: “Don’t you understand it now? We are all connected. The Aurora connects us.”

Once the lights in the sky fade, that pain will finally ease and the woman’s sobs will go quiet — but it will return once more, when the next Aurora comes.

FAQs

EXIT STRATEGY

1. It is entirely possible for NPC Interlopers to die in the mines due to electrocution, and players are free to use NPCs — we ask that players give mods a heads up so that the masterlist can be updated accordingly.


BRAVE NEW WORLD

1. The lower dam is currently completely physically impossible to access. The door that leads there is jammed shut. Characters will notice half-frozen water leaking on the floor around the door.

2. It is possible to find bodies in Lakeside, however there is a... suspiciously low amount of them, and the rare ones found by characters will have been there for some time. They will have appeared to have died of exposure.

3. Wolves can be found in Lakeside, and their tracks are incredibly common. Interactions with wolves can happen in the exploration of this region, and they will behave much like they did during the September event and be incredibly hostile to players.

4. Bears are also common in Lakeside, and their tracks can also be found. They technically should be still hibernating, and much like wolves — they will be aggressive towards Interlopers. Keep your distance!

5. Lakeside unlocking comes with a Companion Event of an Interation with a new NPC!

THE ECHO

1. Essentially: physical touch with others will bring Interlopers physical pain. Sorry about that.

2. It is possible for Interlopers with Aurora Call to attempt to reach out to the woman. Those interested can inquire into what that interaction may be like! They can find out what that entails here.

PLOTTING POST

Comments

[goingtobeunwell]

The footsteps are steady, unbroken, that's a good sign. It's a good sign -- until it the steps begin to waver, stumble, and then there's a wide circle of melted water and charred brush. And worse, so much worse, there's blood. He can see splashes in the snow like blots of ink, an amount that's enough to start fretting over as he begins to hurry up the trudged path.

He calls for him by name, then has to pause to cough, lungs still not strong enough to fight both the icy air and the soot. He repeats himself, calling and coughing, stepping over more droplets of blood, his own heartbeat pounding in his ears as tries to keep himself calm.

The more logical part of his mind wants to form a plan in case he finds Raju in a state, but he finds that he can't seem to focus. Thinking of Raju as anything but hale and healthy makes him want to tear his hair out in agony. He can't, he just can't do this again--

He thinks he spots an upright figure moving, but it's hard to tell one form from another in the darkness. "Raju!"

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Raju hears his name, but doesn’t know where. Again, and he doesn’t know where. Every part in his chest hurts, guilt and remorse twisting his insides into their own shapes, and not being able to push through it well enough to pinpoint the sound is making something about the pressure worse, but—

There. Finally, there.

“Franc—“ Raju starts, but what was meant to be a demand breaks into a fit of coughing.

“Francis.” His tone is harsh again even over the roughness of his mistreated throat, and the tone will have to do because he isn’t close enough to reach out and push Francis away yet. “Didn’t I say to leave?”

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“You’re bleeding.”

Never mind the rest! He clearly doesn’t care about anything beyond the fact that his friend is now injured, and still incredibly unstable.

“You can walk, mn? You need to walk with me now, we’ll find a clearing, we’ll…”

He can feel the heaviness in his heart now, that ache of grief starting to pull on him like an anchor. It’s oppressive, like the smoke, like the sobbing in the lights, and all Crozier wants to do is pull Raju into his arms and hold him.

“We’ll sit until the aurora’s gone, until it stops. Please.”

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Please. The word stops Raju short, his steps slowing. He'd been ready to lean on instinct, on the expectation that even an older, more experienced man will follow orders. He hadn't thought about it. Francis might not. Every man who'd used to be in his life would, except the ranking officers. But this man— there's a place where experience and intimacy intersect strangely, and Raju hasn't seen everything there is to see of him, but in moments, he feels like he's seen enough to map the rest. This doesn't feel like a man who pleads lightly. Not like this.

If I leave you out here and you die what do you think that'd do to me?

It's still an odd thought.

"I'll be alright." Anything harsh in his voice is all physical now. He's trying to sound gentle. He coughs again and again holds it inside, this time for fear whatever's bleeding in his mouth might alarm the man more. He's very aware, now, of the blood collecting in his loosely curled fingers, curling around and dripping down them. "But you have to go. I'm not safe to be near. Not yet."

[goingtobeunwell]

The blood is just around the corners of Raju's lips. It's his gums, he thinks, it's in his gums or his teeth or the bleeding's further down, internal, his lungs or his stomach --

"No."

He doesn't move forward, keeping their distance, a kind of compromise. "No, you're staying in my line of sight until all of this nonsense calms down. You're bleeding, and you're setting goddamn fires left and right, and you're my friend!"

[load_aim_shoot]

Raju's lips part to say — well, something, he doesn't know what — and his eyebrows pull together. That has always meant something else before. Not stay. Even Seetha...

The thought hurts. It hurts more as a memory than it had hurt at the time. At least, for Raju. But Even Seetha had known what had to happen. She only needed help accepting it. Accepting it was hard, but she still knew. Refusing to go altogether, refusing to see sense at all, Raju doesn't know what to do with it. There's something... something about it.

But it doesn't matter. Wanting doesn't change what's true.

"And I'm dangerous." His voice sounds a little desperate, knowing from before that this argument isn't going to work on this man. But it's the most important fact that Raju has. His hand rises to rub at the centre of his chest again. "I'm sorry, but it has to be done. You have to keep yourself safe."

It's all too strange. Too distracting. He's forgotten to prepare for the next inevitable cough, and a couple drops of blood drop with it onto a patch of snow. Whatever he's bitten must be near the front of his mouth. He grimaces, wiping the back of his hand over his lips.

[goingtobeunwell]

He, too, watches the blood drip down onto the snow. "So's a wolf, but I don't make a habit of feeding one," he says dryly. "I'm not going to add fuel to the fire." Not meant metaphorically.

"I'm going to keep watch, else I'm afraid you'll succumb to burns or exposure, and both things I've seen firsthand. Do not make me have to go through that again because you think this is the noble thing to do."

He needs to keep his argument watertight, and he glances around to find a spot that will be suitable for a bivouac in the middle of the night. "There, up the hill, I can see a few rocks. That's where you'll sit, and I'll keep watch from a safe distance away."

[load_aim_shoot]

A safe distance away. Raju's quiet for a moment. He can't argue with that even if he wants to, not in any way that will convince Francis to act sensible, and a sound argument is at least something to hold onto right now. Eventually Raju gives a few loose, tired nods, swallows, looks up the hill and starts to move that way. But he's forgotten, too, the extra work it takes in this cold to manage bare feet and he stumbles, reaches instinctively for Francis' arm to steady himself and then lets go with a gasp, jerking back and ending up on his side in the snow.

He doesn't bother to get up yet; he's panting, frowning at Francis' arm. At his face. "There's..." He looks at his palm. For all that pain just an instant ago, there should be something more than a cut wrong with it, even a deeper one. "You felt that. Didn't you? It wasn't just me."

[goingtobeunwell]

Instinct has him immediately reaching out once Raju so much as stumbles, and likewise there’s a harsh and sharp pain to his arm. He stumbles back with a very soft grunt, looking back at Raju with an equally-bewildered expression on his face.

Was it touch? How could this be?

“I felt it,” he says gruffly, rubbing at his arm. Raju’s touch never hurt before, no one’s had, thus —- “I felt it before as well. It’s…it’s the Aurora, it must be.”

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Raju's nod is slow, his gaze distant. "The other times too. That we touched. And..." He breaks into a cough against the back of his hand, and when it's finished his expression is tight, angry.

"These... these thoughts. And this, too, all of it, making us feel things that aren't ours. I knew it earlier, but I forgot. I should have tried harder to remember. I'm sorry Francis, I put you in danger, letting myself get, get... caught up in it. It's ridiculous. All of it's ridiculous. I won't let these creatures win."

His fist hits the frozen ground, and the distant fire flares, and he frowns fiercely up toward the spot Francis had picked out. "I'll do it again. Better this time." He pushes himself halfway up and then looks at Francis again, his determined expression faltering.

"I'm going to... to sit for a while. You'll be, um. Alright? In this cold? You took off your coat..." Raju looks around, as if he's going to just spot it nearby. They've gone some distance since then, and Raju doesn't know in what direction. Remembering Francis' lost coat reminds him of his own shivering, but he can't afford to focus on it. He'll have to focus soon on other things. But it's his fault Francis is determined to stay outside here, and Francis is older, his health surely more fragile. There's enough time, isn't there, to see to him first?

"I can't afford to forget again, that none of this is coming from me. But if you really won't leave, you'll have to be safe. Warm. You have to leave long enough to make sure you'll be alright when you come back. Do you understand?"

[goingtobeunwell]

He knows exactly what Raju is referring to; He has to find his parka. He’s still far too warm from all the flames and fast sprinting, but he won’t be for very much longer once the rush of adrenaline starts to slow.

“Go,” he says. “Go. I’ll find my coat and meet you back here.” It’ll be dawn soon, just a few more hours and the aurora should fade once more.

He touches his own arm as he turns to walk away, waiting for the same pain but obviously finding nothing amiss. His body is still his, his mind still weary and full of agonized cries, which is also fairly typical for Francis Crozier.

He finds his parka back along the path and folds it over his arm. He stands still there for a minute or two, just needing to recover from the multiple hits they’ve both taken together. The others - Thomas, Harry, Edward…he hopes they aren’t in this kind of pain as well. He inhales the clear, crisp air, filling his lungs over and over, and then turns back to find his friend and make camp for the rest of the evening.

[load_aim_shoot]

His feet are cold, as he crosses his legs at the top of the hill. Cold, with pebbles and little sticks digging into the soles. His chest hurts. And his stomach, and his mouth, and his throat. Now, he has to acknowledge all of it. His gaze tracks Francis in the distance, and then he moves it away. Closes his eyes. Tries to think about his body, about the earth beneath it and all the things growing there, about the air and the lights above it, the voice. The world around him, whatever this place really is around him, if he's actually—

No. The world around him, and his body, and his body's place in it. The sky above, the lights, the voice: something else. His body, and himself inside it, and everything else inside it, too. The feelings, the thoughts. The crackling sound of the fire, the tickle of smoke, and the place that had come from. Not from himself. From some place else. The impossible ability put inside his body too by something outside himself.

It's hard. He feels like a boy, having to remind himself how to think, how to do things he's always known, having to start again over and over. But none of this is coming from him, and the determination not to let it win is hard inside of him, and awareness of Francis somewhere nearby is soft, a man who insists on risking death to stay, if Raju can't do this right this time. He'd tried before leaving that cabin he'd been failing to sleep in but that time he hadn't been thinking about it the right way, hadn't been holding on to what he really is, and what he isn't.

Shivering's creeping into every indrawn breath, and he's used to it now. The coughing that comes here and there isn't distracting him as badly now, and it's coming less often. The complaints from the various places in his body have faded here, haven't faded there, and the voice that shouldn't be inside the lights in the sky is crying. He can hear it better, now the crackling of the flames is gone. The guilt and the failure is a part of him, but apart from him. It's settled oily and nauseous in his stomach, and he is some place separate from it. He realises his fingers are curled into his palms, tucked in the warmer space behind his knees. He doesn't know whether to open his eyes yet.

Fear. The feeling behind it is fear. But fear with a reason, maybe; he could risk everything sparking back to life inside if he were the only one who'd be getting burned. But Francis is here, somewhere. Raju doesn't know yet if it's safe, whether he can keep this up and do anything else at the same time.

[goingtobeunwell]

Regrouping mainly consists of finding a place that isn't in the immediate path of the wind and setting a small fire to take some of the chill out of his body. He piles a few stones around it before leaving it to find Raju again, equal parts hearted and alarmed that there doesn't seem any sign of a fire. By arctic standards Raju had practically run out of the house naked.

His parka smells of smoke, he doesn't even need to lift it to his nose, but it's still warm and heavy and just right. As he stands in front of a very pale-looking Raju, the hysterical sobbing boring a hole into the back of his skill, he looks between the parka and his very cold, very silly man and lays the coat over his feet and lap and chest.

Then he turns and steps away, not feeling like being reprimanded at the present time. The sun will come soon, he can gather some food then for the two of them.

[load_aim_shoot]

The new feeling solves his problem for him; something heavy is over Raju now and his eyes snap open to see Francis' back, the back of his head, the coat draped on top of him. He remembers the first time that he'd seen it, how thick and warm and soft it had looked, remembers the urge to trick it off the man and take it for himself somehow during those first, bitterest months of shock at a cold worse than anything he'd known, the way that he'd wanted it before he'd put the urge away. It's not something he'd ever take, or ask for.

His eyes are stinging and burning, vision blurring again as he looks down at himself, and he doesn't know why. The cold is sharp and awful now, but not in a way he's aware of any urge to do anything about. He's been trying too hard to separate himself from everything. His next few breaths come fast and sharp and he closes his eyes again hurriedly, shivering.

The coat is slipping off one of his shoulders in the wind. He doesn't know how much later it is. Shuddering keeps moving outward from the centre of his chest, but he's almost certain that isn't coming from his mind, now, or from what the voice from above is feeding it. When he tries to stand his feet are uncooperative, still; he moves the coat hurriedly out of the soil and snow on instinct, one hand catching himself on the ground, and takes in a sharp, shocked breath at the cold air moving back into places Francis' coat had been covering.

He clenches his jaw. He pushes himself up. He starts making his way down toward Francis, stepping slowly and carefully, and clumsily. The pain in his feet is distant. The leaden ache in his muscles and limbs is distant, too, like the memories trying to surface whenever he catches that sobbing on the breeze. But he holds the coat tightly, thoughtlessly, in a way more designed to hold a bundle of it close against him than to cover any great portion of himself up.

"You said you'd be using this." He can't make it sound like a reprimand, he realises as he hears the words coming out. There isn't enough energy behind them. It is one anyway, or it should be.

[goingtobeunwell]

"You're wearing it wrong."

Crozier rubs his hand onto his trousers and stares up at the horizon. Soon. The Aurora's already starting to slowly fade, the screaming will be over soon.

He's been watching Raju from his promised careful distance, waiting for another wall of flame or bonfire caused by the wailing and pain coming from some far side of heaven. He waits for the stressors to become too much again, for some kind of anguished cry or collapse but finding nothing but Raju sitting calmly and carefully.

But he'll die if he stays out much longer, fire or no fire. The exposure is going to be too much for his heart to take, let alone his poor, abused extremities. He hopes that there'll be no further argument about this; he can handle a little fire if it means Raju will be safe.

"You're going to lose your feet if we don't get you inside."

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Raju looks down at his feet. What he sees is dirty and stained, some patches of skin in red, some a strange pale colour under the soot. It's a moment before he connects the statement to its meaning: Francis wants Raju to go inside. Raju thinks about it and then nods, the movement loose.

"It should be safe," he agrees in a quiet rasp. "I think I know how to..."

He isn't sure how to explain. He can't think of what words to use. He breathes out, frowning a little, dismisses the rest of the sentence with a shake of his head, watching his frustrated breath fan out in front of his face. "I might've figured it out. But I was staying somewhere that way. I thought if you came back I'd know from there, since it's close. It should be, um..."

He turns, squinting into the odd dim twilight while another shudder moves itself over him, then he scrubs the side of a hand over his face, shoulders slumping. "I'll find it," he says and his fingers tighten around the coat for a moment, feeling it soft and thick under his hands, and then he holds it out toward Francis with a wordless, expectant noise for Francis to take it back.

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Crozier kicks some snow over his small, dwindling fire and then turns without a word, decidedly not reaching out to take back the parka. He doesn't need it as badly as Raju does. "My cabin's not far, we'll go there."

His feet, god, what to do with Raju now? As clever as he can be about makeshift tools and procedures, there's nothing he can think of that will work to cover his lower extremities. They just have to walk as quickly as possible and hope that he didn't do too much damage to himself.

He needs to sleep, and Crozier's determined not to let him out of his sight now. He'll tend to any frostbite, put up with the potential fight when he tries to get him to lie in front of the fire, and then feed this stubborn man.

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It takes another moment for Raju to follow the gesture, and the fact that Francis expects Raju to come with him. There's no discussion about it; it's only something that's already happening. A little of the tension drains out of Raju and he starts walking after Francis, pulling the coat around his shoulders now and clutching at it over him unselfconsciously. His gaze moves to the sky, the sunlight almost growing there, and to the lights above, lighter now but not quite gone. And the sobbing. His eyelids flutter, jaw tensing.

It isn't coming from him. It isn't his. This regret and failure, his long, earned list of cruelties and pain, it's a weapon used against him now, and he is going to resist it. Remember that he's separate from it. Something like this isn't going to defeat him.

He puts his head down against the wind, shuddering as it hits his fingers and his face, and tries to pick up his pace enough to walk beside Francis, see him in the corner of his eye. He leans closer to him, then remembers the beings that drive this place are using more than one weapon against them tonight, and straightens his course and his posture again.

"Damned pain in the ass," he mutters, half to the man beside him, half to himself. "Can't even touch anyone. What a stupid curse."

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Raju’s not the only one ruing this particular setback; Crozier itches to pull him against his body, to keep him warm, offer some sort of physical comfort instead of just fraught words.

He grunts softly in agreement and picks up the pace, hoping Raju can just keep himself upright until they reach the cabin. He’s strong, he can see this, but even a strength like Raju’s can waver until a constant onslaught of cold and emotional torment.

Up ahead the ramshackle cabin appears, a dilapidated little beacon of hope.

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Raju doesn't walk any faster when they see the cabin. His aches are going to ache; his body feels the way it always feels after a fight, after pushing himself as hard as he needs to and coming out the other side, and all it means is that he's won. The cold is hateful, but the cold here is always hateful and he'd been working hard sitting on that hill to separate all of it, the memories tearing at his mind and the bitter sharpness on his skin, the heavy, sick nausea, the various pains sitting in their various places, and then himself somewhere inside next to all of it. It hurts, but all of it hurts, and relief is going to mean sunlight filtering into the sky. Not bright, the way he's learned not to hope for here, but there some place behind the clouds, washing all the unnatural light away. Inside is only the place that Francis is going to be.

Time is strange, since he'd... calmed down. Raju doesn't know how long between that moment and the one where the cabin is in front of them. He'd been focusing on walking. He's used to being very certain on his feet. Confidence in the movement of his body and the placement of his feet usually is easy.

There's another blur, a series of moments. Now there's wood beneath his feet and the sight makes Raju slow, something picking at him. The floor is clean, more or less. It's the contrast of it. He grunts softly to himself in realisation, heads back to the doorway, and lowers himself with another grunt and a heavy thud as he hits the wood. The snow is cold in his hands. The cut looks like it's scabbed over his palm, mostly, so maybe washing his feet like this here will be alright. He doesn't have anything to wash with but snow. Maybe it'll do.

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It's been some time since Crozier's returned to his cabin, all that trekking back and forth between new areas to try and figure out where he belongs. Belonging has always been an issue, really finding a place that feels like home where he's needed and wanted, and it's the same fight all over again. Where does he fit into all of this?

Does he really fit, or is he just trying to fool himself?

But the little hunting cabin feels homey enough, though as he steps through and rushes to start the fire back up he realizes that there's been some changes to the interior. Meager furniture's been moved, books that were stacked now scattered all of the tables, his pots and pans not where he left them. He'd assume it was a straggler just using his cabin as they passed through, but then he notices that some of the smaller holes in the walls have been patched.

He looks down at Raju with a soft, charmed smile. Good.

He can't touch his friend, which is annoying in a way that makes him want to tear his hair out. It's all settling; he needs to settle for placing warmed water by Raju or clean cloth to wrap around his hands and feet. He has to settle for placing the wolf and caribou blanket on the floor and hope that Raju will find his way into bed. He can only settle for watching him tend to his wounds or offering him something to eat and drink.

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Raju frowns at his feet, picks out pebbles and rocks and scrubs as well as he can, washes his hands as well as he can in the snow after and then stands, slow and shuddering. It takes him a moment to remember to step further inside and shut the door behind him and then his gaze moves to Francis, skipping over the rest of the place. The sky isn't quite as dark outside the windows, but even that doesn't get much of his attention; it doesn't occur to him to look, or to wonder what Francis might have been doing while Raju was distracted.

"You're alright? You were..." He grunts, grimaces down at where a thumb is pressing into the scab on the opposite palm, tries to still his fingers and tries to remember what it was that he'd been saying. There'll be no hiding the state of his throat, will there? Not with his voice like this.

Focus. He'd been asking a question. "Um... You were travelling. You just got back, didn't you? And then this. Your ribs..."

It's like marching, isn't it? The only kind of travelling that they can do in this place? And Francis is older, and was still healing. If Raju hadn't worried he'd burn everyone alive by accident in the tight corridors of those mines—

A good thing he'd worried, isn't it? He sighs, keeps his mouth closed as the sigh turns into a little cough, keeps frowning at Francis. He'd meant to ask for news of the place that the rest of them have been, but it's hard to care about any of that just now.

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Tea, he'll need some tea for that throat. There's a tin cup somewhere, he just needs to find it in all this disarray...

"Jostled, but they held up well," he tells him. If it takes his mind off of everything else, he's happy to speak enough for the both of them. "Followed the train tracks for a while, found the broken bridge. Did a little ice fishing. Came back here to look for you."

Because he'd been worried, and he'd missed his company. Not about to say that out loud quite yet, and -- ah, there's the cup! "Once you've inspected your wounds and had something to eat and drink, I want you to sleep."

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Came back here to look for you. It makes Raju's eyes sting again, and his vision blur just a little. For a moment, he doesn't know why. But it's a strange night, and the inside of him is strange, and he doesn't want to wonder too much about it. There's nothing left inside him that he can pull from to try to figure it out.

He looks around instead. Water near where he'd been sitting, cloth the right size and shape to use in place of gauze. He hadn't noticed it there until now. He clears a sudden thick feeling away his throat, coughs a little, bends to move the lot close to the blankets, where Francis obviously intends to settle down. He doesn't know why he's moving these there. He's already finished what Francis had wanted them used for, without using them at all. But moving them feels useful, and it would be a shame for them to go to waste, and right now that feels like enough.

"Don't waste the food," he says as the rest of what Francis said makes it through. He finishes setting the water and the cloth down and slides down a wall sitting just outside the blankets. The movement makes him grimace and he shifts around, stretching his legs out just a little more, and settles with an arm draped over his upraised knees. "Wouldn't stay down. Save the dinner for yourself."

Or— he's been outside for a while, hasn't he? He knows that, vaguely. The colour of the sky reminds him. "Breakfast," he corrects himself with a frown, trying to focus on whatever it is Francis is doing. "Whatever it is."

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“Then at least the tea, you’ve got soot in your mouth and throat.” He assumes anyway, because he’d been coughing up ash and black soot all night.

The rest of the work he does in semi-comfortable silence, getting the fire roaring instead of merely crackling. He won’t ask for Raju’s help, not having just gotten the flames under control, not wanting to see pain like that on his face again so soon.

Eventually the simple tea is brewed, not rosehip though he does consider it for a bit of a laugh, and he brings it to Raju and sits beside him with his own back to the wall. He’s careful not to touch, minding his distance as he drops his head against the wall with a sigh.