1. I've heard teeth can explode in air this cold. Imagine.

[bestsir]

Who: Harry Goodsir and divers hands.
What: Continuations from Harry's TMD threads, plus open to anyone else who wants in.
Where: All around.
When: In the days leading up to September's event.

Harry has found a house. It's much like the others, but what catches his attention is that it appears to have been owned by a person—a woman, he concludes from the clothing and other belongings left behind—with an interest in natural history. There's a bookcase in the front room with a variety of scientific and medical texts—nothing scholarly per se, but popular studies accessible to lay readers. He cannot find any other trace of the former inhabitant—no body—and so after wrestling with his conscience for a bit, he eventually gathers up what seems most personal and puts it all in a storage closet. Just in case.

He'll open the door to anyone who stops by.

Otherwise, he is out and about, making himself useful where he can.

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[castitas]

"That's pretty fair." there's a little smile at that. "Well, once you find questions, I don't mind if you come find me to ask."

Genuinely, she honestly doesn't mind. She's happy to help. She falls quiet for a few moments before her gaze shifts to the bowls of stew, his and her own — now given to him.

"... You should eat. Before it gets cold. I'll give you some peace."

And with that, she quietly gets up. There's a little nod of thanks. "... Thank you for letting me sit with you."

[bestsir]

When she stands, he rises as well, as one does. "Thank you for the company, Miss Marsh. And for your kindness."