✟ 𝟹𝚁𝙳 𝙻𝚃. 𝙹𝙾𝙷𝙽 𝙸𝚁𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 (
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i have given my confession to the snow } OPEN.
Who: John Irving (
extramuralise) + OPEN!
What: Irving returns from Silverpoint, Bible study / seminary homeschooling, & various other occurrences.
When: throughout July (& possibly onward)
Where: Silverpoint, Milton & surrounding areas
Content Warnings: repression, religion, repentance etc... you know, the usual; will update as needed!


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What: Irving returns from Silverpoint, Bible study / seminary homeschooling, & various other occurrences.
When: throughout July (& possibly onward)
Where: Silverpoint, Milton & surrounding areas
Content Warnings: repression, religion, repentance etc... you know, the usual; will update as needed!



( closed & open starters! feel free to PM or plurk me @
reggiemantle for plotting, or just wildcard me something, babbyyyyyy! )
⸻❝ and thе blood shall fill the sea ❞ } for JAMES FITZJAMES.
he Cannery in Silverpoint looms especially large and ominously after the unforgettable Goldner's tins disaster which had previously befallen those few who still remain here of the ill-fated Franklin Expedition, yet nonetheless has Irving still been finding himself increasingly — if not indeed also borderline compulsively — preoccupied by a persistent spiral of tirelessly repeating thoughts which have been threatening to drive him at least halfway towards distraction.
There have been many murmurings of gossip circulating throughout the village about how there apparently might still possibly be a reasonable cache of remaining edible stock somewhere within that now derelict maze of warehouses, hopefully all sitting pretty there amongst the thick layers of dust and filth and ruin of so many years past, surviving even now in a state of perfectly unspoiled preservation. (Hopefully.)
But just to think about what such a thing could mean for their humble community should it prove to be actually true, should the tins be not only retrievable but also undamaged with all their contents still edible— Irving's mathematical little mind spins thrillingly with so much anxious hope and potential. As wary as they've all become of eating anything from a tin can these days, surely they have to at least go and have a look, right? Just in case?
And so Irving goes to seek out Fitzjames, in order to validate if perhaps his Commander, too, might believe that this could indeed be a worthwhile endeavor, and then if he might also be willing to accompany Irving along for the task— because regardless of whether or not the Cannery does turn out to be a great boon upon their resources and supplies, it doesn't at all seem like a safe place to go venturing into alone.