open / and I've been putting out the fire with gasoline

[brushoff]

Who: Dorian Gray & others!
What: body horror, creepy portraits, murder???
When: early May & onwards
Where: Milton, Lakeside

Content Warnings: NPC murder, will edit as needed

( open & closed starters in the comments! )

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[lieutenantsteward]

The fuck is an email?

He makes a note to ask the Doctor.

"Fun?" he prompts because the rest of what just came out of his mouth is absolute nonsense.

[brushoff]

"Fun," Dorian repeats. A wide smirk of a smile spreads across his face as he muses, "Anything's more fun than sitting at a bloody desk. But travel's when you run into interesting people. You step outside of your own life, your own circumstances, and see something new."

[lieutenantsteward]

At least that can agree on that.

"This...job was the only way I was going to travel anywhere," he says gently. "I do understand the desire. I think all men do."

[brushoff]

Dorian makes a little noise of interest at 'this job' before he continues,

"Tell me more about yourself," Dorian asks. "I've picked up gossip here and there about you sailors, but that's just gossip. It's hardly the truth."

[lieutenantsteward]

Thomas isn't surprised by that. The others here can't keep their mouths shut.

He rolls his eyes.

"What have you heard?"

[brushoff]

"Honestly, the moment I heard the phrase 'HMS Terror,' that told me all I need to know," Dorian shrugs. "No details needed—your story is a bit infamous in my time. And because it's a bit infamous, I also know it's not the sort of thing one brings up to practical strangers."

How the fuck do you loop that into casual conversation? Hello, don't mind me, just want a little chit-chat, terribly sorry about that starving and dying and possible lead poisoning of it all.