[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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[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. ]