[Open] All the world seems in tune on a spring afternoon

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Who: Jonathan Crane
When: Month of April
Where: Cadens + Horizon
What: Cadens (Cadfael) + Horizon (Open) + Sarstina (Norman)
Warnings: Possible discussions of trauma and PTSD







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[oversurge]

True as you can get. [ The answer comes out in a lazy drawl. Look, he sympathizes. Kinda. He's run through his share of shit going down on his own team, and it's never a good time.

Guess it's over for now.

Reno's brows crinkle. It's not disgust. No judgment here; he's watching with the rest of 'em, and it ain't like he feels anything about the whole show. But he's not, y'know. Taking notes? Why's it feel as though this guy's taking some real good notes. ]

Well, I'd say you could ask them nice about seeing more of it, but they might just put you up to go next.

[ Who in the hell knows. ]

[restingstitchface]

Only if I've gone and done something foolish.

[Will he? The urge is there to knuckle down and work. But he knows when to keep his head down. Bone and skull related puns aside.

He closes his eyes behind their glasses. Inhales lightly and gently shakes his head as if dismissing the thought.]

Either way, I have no intention of ending up on someone's barbeque pit.

[oversurge]

[ Now that the show's over, half the people have got up and left, and the rest are around picking bones and etching things on them for the fire. All so ceremonial. Can't say he really gets the point. All this reverence for, what? A big bird that'll eat you?

He snorts, dismissive. ] No shit? Don't that make you special.

[ Yeah, join the club. He's pretty sure no one here wants to be pecked to death while wrapped up in a cozy sheep sack.

Eugh. The thick fog isn't helping the atmosphere. Makes him wonder what Rude would think of this shit. Or Tseng. Probably the same thoughts he's got. End of the day, their job is just a job, whether that's an execution or playing bodyguard. These guys here? This feels like it's more than a job for them. The feeling it leaves is uneasy. ]

[restingstitchface]

[One would expect Crane to wrinkle his nose at foul language. He is a prissy intellectual who finds vulgar words offensive.

But he barely indulges in acknowledgement; the distant look on his face is all he can muster. The criminals and crazies had all indulged in more colourful language. This man's use of it, well... doesn't that make him special?]

Only as special as the weather.

[Now he gazes around at the fog. Beautiful in some ways, frightening in others. He appreciates the similarity.]

[oversurge]

[ Yeaaah. Okay, there. ]

Well. [ Reno claps the man on the shoulder, a gesture that's more dismissive than friendly, and part of him is expecting his hand to come away greasy just from the guy's general...everything. ] Enjoy the barbecue, I guess.

[ Or whatever. He's taking off now that the show's over. Staring at a bunch of bones burning to ash is underneath watch paint dry on his list of priorities. Can't say he's got better things to do, but he sure as hell's got better things to do than this. ]