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exsiliumlogs2013-12-14 07:04 pm
overclocking) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-12-14 07:04 pm
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Date & Time: December 14
Location: SNOW
Characters: Chronooverclocking and Rosette soul_sister
Summary: A nun and a demon walk into an icy tundra...
Warnings: Rosette Christopher vs. home improvement
[ Chrono and Rosette are no strangers to less-than-luxurious living. They've lived out of cramped cars or made temporary homes in naked forests, and slept under nothing but the star-painted sky. Outside of the occasional lack of privacy, Chrono hadn't even particularly minded the cramped living quarters on the moon. It's why, when word began trickling up to the Transports still on the base of a frozen wasteland, he hadn't been too concerned. Surely they could make it work, right?
Unfortunately, after a week actually on the surface, morale is a little less spectacular.
There's been extensive debate regarding how they should handle accommodations—if it could really be called that, when it's more akin to "how to not freeze to death every night". They've become experts at starting and maintaining fires, of nice-talking their way into Exile homes for a night, of throwing together makeshift wind breaks using whatever materials they can find- even if it's just a poorly constructed igloo. But pouring most of your time and energy into preventing hypothermia doesn't leave much for finding a more permanent solution, either.
For a long while now, silence—the eerie kind that only a heavy blanket of snow can create, muffling heat and sound alike—has been broken only by crunching footsteps and panted breaths. As the sun flirts with the edge of the horizon, and Chrono realizes once again that their remaining daylight is precariously limited. He contemplates convincing Rosette to turn back. They can seek refuge back at the Pad and regroup, or beg their way into an Exile home for the evening. Try again after they've rested properly.
He's half-turned to do just that when his foot catches something poking out of the snow (wooden, investigation will reveal) and faceplants with a remarkable lack of grace or dignity. ]
Location: SNOW
Characters: Chrono
overclocking and Rosette soul_sisterSummary: A nun and a demon walk into an icy tundra...
Warnings: Rosette Christopher vs. home improvement
[ Chrono and Rosette are no strangers to less-than-luxurious living. They've lived out of cramped cars or made temporary homes in naked forests, and slept under nothing but the star-painted sky. Outside of the occasional lack of privacy, Chrono hadn't even particularly minded the cramped living quarters on the moon. It's why, when word began trickling up to the Transports still on the base of a frozen wasteland, he hadn't been too concerned. Surely they could make it work, right?
Unfortunately, after a week actually on the surface, morale is a little less spectacular.
There's been extensive debate regarding how they should handle accommodations—if it could really be called that, when it's more akin to "how to not freeze to death every night". They've become experts at starting and maintaining fires, of nice-talking their way into Exile homes for a night, of throwing together makeshift wind breaks using whatever materials they can find- even if it's just a poorly constructed igloo. But pouring most of your time and energy into preventing hypothermia doesn't leave much for finding a more permanent solution, either.
For a long while now, silence—the eerie kind that only a heavy blanket of snow can create, muffling heat and sound alike—has been broken only by crunching footsteps and panted breaths. As the sun flirts with the edge of the horizon, and Chrono realizes once again that their remaining daylight is precariously limited. He contemplates convincing Rosette to turn back. They can seek refuge back at the Pad and regroup, or beg their way into an Exile home for the evening. Try again after they've rested properly.
He's half-turned to do just that when his foot catches something poking out of the snow (wooden, investigation will reveal) and faceplants with a remarkable lack of grace or dignity. ]
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He sets about filling the grave back in as Rosette speaks, then spears the makeshift crucifix into the frozen ground. Tests his weight on it once, twice, before stepping back with a small nod. It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth; how many have they buried, metaphorically or otherwise? It seems like all they do anymore is mourn the dead.
But this is the most that they can do.
It's as they're walking back to the cabin that Chrono unwinds the scarf and stands on tip-toes to drop it over her once more. ]