Captain Crozier (
goingtobeunwell) wrote in
singillatim2024-04-05 07:07 pm
Being born again into the sweet morning fog
Who: Crozier and OTA | Various Closed Starters
Where: In Milton-proper and various places outside of town
Warnings: Mentions of cannibalism, murder, and some fisticuffs
What: April shenanigans, featuring: fog! preparing for the midnight sun! caring for stubborn folks!
When: All throughout AprilWhere: In Milton-proper and various places outside of town
Warnings: Mentions of cannibalism, murder, and some fisticuffs

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He should help, even if he suspects he won’t be wanted.
“I’ll join you. Make quick work of it.”
Crozier walks to the door to take that cursory look outside, holding his breath as he waits for the sting of the fog. When nothing comes he opens it up wider to accommodate them both.
“Next time I speak to Goodsir I’m going to make sure you saw him for your burns.”
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They're supposed to be friends and he's holding him to that.
He walks out in better humor.
"You chose the one man who won't lie for me."
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"That's exactly why I chose him." And not just because he's the only physician he really knows at this point, that's not relevant.
It seems like most of the fog has lifted, not just the oppressive, gray fog that somehow felt like a low-hanging cloud of melancholy. Crozier fills his lungs and then exhales slowly.
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The ropes are still there and he reaches down to try and dig them out from the snow.
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Crozier doesn’t do a great job of running on the best of days, so he sort of half-heartedly jogs up the hill behind him to help unearth their lines.
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He snorts softly and takes up the rope, wrapping it around his right hand to anchor it. "Do you?"
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