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Who: James T. Kirk & anyone!
What: A few open prompts, feat. the fog, Kirk's journal, his growing beard, etc.
When: Month of April
Where: Milton, mostly outside and the Community Hall

Content Warnings: None for the moment, but will edit if need be.

— the fog
— downtime at the community hall

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— the fog

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[ Jim is never going to complain about the cold again. No matter how rough it was when he first got here, whatever's happening right now is so much worse.

It's bad enough that the temperatures drop; but to add to that, there's a dark, thick fog that barely lets him see a thing when he looks out the window. It would be great if he could just hole himself up near a fire, but as it is, he can't do that. First of all, they do kind of need wood to keep a fire going and he needs to get that from somewhere— and secondly, food is also a basic necessity. That and, well, the fact that there could be people in actual need of help and he's of absolutely no use locked up inside the house.

So, whenever it looks like the weather's easing up on them, Jim will take that opportunity to venture outside. His destination will more often than not be the Community Hall, but he may be headed elsewhere in search of supplies. He's not going far either way, but whatever reprieve he thought he'd get from the fog and the blizzards is short-lived, as about halfway to his destination he starts to feel it.

Shortness of breath, dizziness. Each inhale becomes more and more labored, and as his clothes get damp from the fog, it feels as though it actually hurts. It's not long before he's trudging instead of walking, his pace slowed down considerably, and his destination seems farther and farther away, no matter how hard he tries to move forward.

A hand would be great right about now. He'd love not to die out here. ]

— downtime at the community hall

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[ Whether he got his ass saved or he somehow managed to claw his way out of the aching cold through sheer force of will, Jim does somehow make it to the Community Hall at least a couple of times. Supplies are scarce and all the more difficult to transport when the weather's this bad, so he does spend a few days here, taking up a small corner with a few blankets and a pillow he's turned into a makeshift cot, trying to take up as little space as possible.

He'll be largely quiet, but he's eager to help regardless. If he sees anyone cooking, he'll offer to help; if anyone's tending to injuries, he'll let them know he knows first aid and his bedside manner is pretty great. Struggling with the cold? He'll gladly give up one of his blankets.

Otherwise, feel free to interrupt him as he sits just near enough to the fire to feel its warmth and get some of the light coming from it. He'll have an old journal he managed to find in Lakeside, using a couple pencils to jot down notes, or make a few sketches. There's one or two of their current location, things he remembers from the trip to the Lakeside, as well as a number of more elaborate sketches of some kind of wood-based water heating system for a rudimentary shower, but more importantly, a basic greenhouse. Distant dream when the weather's currently like this.

Or, you know, if you feel like teasing his poor beard trimming skills, his face is currently looking like a haphazard mess. He doesn't know what the hell razors are and a scissor will only take him so far, okay. ]