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Who: Crozier and the Terrors (new band name I call it)
What: Crozier's making stops to see everyone. He's knocking on every. Single. One. Of. Your. Doors. Whether you choose to RP it is entirely up to you.
Who: Everyone! With special consideration for Shaun, Goodsir, and Jopson
When: The day after the nightmare
If asked 30 or so days ago Crozier would have considered caring for a ship of eleven, plus himself, a far easier job than tending to a full crew of over a hundred. He's mildly annoyed to realize that this is not the case, and a lesser manifest leaves no reason for strangers to remain just that. It's his duty now, as it had been before, to care for the people on Terror and to see them through any hardship. As he rises and dresses that morning he cannot help but recall Una's advice from the last time this happened.
Secrets have a way of coming out in the dream-realms, and it's best to try and get ahead of it.
He readies himself to call on the men and women of Terror. He's hardly qualified to bear the emotional burden for them, and he's already cringing at some of the conversations he needs to have, but he knows he needs to try.
Because they were his people. His ship, his people.
((Crozier is indeed going from cabin-to-cabin in search of people. Many options here: RP, spam, assume. If you'd like you can also have your character ignore him or try to duck out, because who wants to talk about feelings?))
What: Crozier's making stops to see everyone. He's knocking on every. Single. One. Of. Your. Doors. Whether you choose to RP it is entirely up to you.
Who: Everyone! With special consideration for Shaun, Goodsir, and Jopson
When: The day after the nightmare
If asked 30 or so days ago Crozier would have considered caring for a ship of eleven, plus himself, a far easier job than tending to a full crew of over a hundred. He's mildly annoyed to realize that this is not the case, and a lesser manifest leaves no reason for strangers to remain just that. It's his duty now, as it had been before, to care for the people on Terror and to see them through any hardship. As he rises and dresses that morning he cannot help but recall Una's advice from the last time this happened.
Secrets have a way of coming out in the dream-realms, and it's best to try and get ahead of it.
He readies himself to call on the men and women of Terror. He's hardly qualified to bear the emotional burden for them, and he's already cringing at some of the conversations he needs to have, but he knows he needs to try.
Because they were his people. His ship, his people.
((Crozier is indeed going from cabin-to-cabin in search of people. Many options here: RP, spam, assume. If you'd like you can also have your character ignore him or try to duck out, because who wants to talk about feelings?))
