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Who: Jonathan Strange & you!
What: surprise, people come back after being torn to shreds by a murderous bear spirit. also, don't fuck with said murderous bear spirit
When: A few days after Shaun's post & Strange's death
Where: all over the boat, ending up at Strange's creepy apartment
Warnings: chatting about being torn to shreds, Strange's shaky mental health.
As he revives, gasping for breath as air re-enters his lungs, the first thought that runs through Strange's mind is 'well. That went poorly.' He lingers in the room where he revived for a while, taking as much time to collect his thoughts as he can. Because he suspects he died. He remembered seeing that terrifying thing up close and watching in vain as his spells didn't do anything. And he remembers failing, which honestly is just as bad as the 'dying' thing.
Needless to say, Strange isn't really seeking out anybody at the moment. He'd much rather stay to his own thoughts. But it's a small ship and he'll inevitably run into someone. Strange first stops by the kitchen to eat an orange and judge the new fruit selection.
But eventually, he makes his way back to the familiar: his Venetian apartment, still wrapped in the darkness that should wrap him. Because honestly, he's craving familiarity and things to make sense at the moment. Strange doesn't really tell anybody he's headed to his apartment, but the door being left open and the sounds of swearing or light snoring are a pretty good giveaway as to where he is.
What: surprise, people come back after being torn to shreds by a murderous bear spirit. also, don't fuck with said murderous bear spirit
When: A few days after Shaun's post & Strange's death
Where: all over the boat, ending up at Strange's creepy apartment
Warnings: chatting about being torn to shreds, Strange's shaky mental health.
As he revives, gasping for breath as air re-enters his lungs, the first thought that runs through Strange's mind is 'well. That went poorly.' He lingers in the room where he revived for a while, taking as much time to collect his thoughts as he can. Because he suspects he died. He remembered seeing that terrifying thing up close and watching in vain as his spells didn't do anything. And he remembers failing, which honestly is just as bad as the 'dying' thing.
Needless to say, Strange isn't really seeking out anybody at the moment. He'd much rather stay to his own thoughts. But it's a small ship and he'll inevitably run into someone. Strange first stops by the kitchen to eat an orange and judge the new fruit selection.
But eventually, he makes his way back to the familiar: his Venetian apartment, still wrapped in the darkness that should wrap him. Because honestly, he's craving familiarity and things to make sense at the moment. Strange doesn't really tell anybody he's headed to his apartment, but the door being left open and the sounds of swearing or light snoring are a pretty good giveaway as to where he is.
