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thecrossinglogs2025-03-16 02:37 pm
theferryman) wrote in thecrossinglogs2025-03-16 02:37 pm
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closed | salt of the river
WHO: The Ferryman, Sunny, and Nagito
WHAT: Questin' & Investigatin'
WHERE: On the bank of The River
WHEN: After the next Crossing Toll is revealed
WARNINGS Claustrophobia, being buried alive, mental & physical pain, more as noted
[The Ferryman is as they ever are: watching The River with preternatural stillness, the weight of The Lantern barely swaying in the winds that sweep across the flat landscape. There is no movement in their facial expression or body language, but restlessness hangs over them all the same. Worry. Unease.
They are waiting. Before them are two rectangular holes cut from The River: through the topmost layer of salt, and into the mud below. There's no way around it; they look like shallow graves.
When their two volunteers arrive, before any preamble begins, The Ferryman reminds them:]
If you decide you want to leave, you can. At any time.
WHAT: Questin' & Investigatin'
WHERE: On the bank of The River
WHEN: After the next Crossing Toll is revealed
WARNINGS Claustrophobia, being buried alive, mental & physical pain, more as noted
[The Ferryman is as they ever are: watching The River with preternatural stillness, the weight of The Lantern barely swaying in the winds that sweep across the flat landscape. There is no movement in their facial expression or body language, but restlessness hangs over them all the same. Worry. Unease.
They are waiting. Before them are two rectangular holes cut from The River: through the topmost layer of salt, and into the mud below. There's no way around it; they look like shallow graves.
When their two volunteers arrive, before any preamble begins, The Ferryman reminds them:]
If you decide you want to leave, you can. At any time.
no subject
That's--that's enough? [Without the focus that performing a task provides, the circumstances of his death strike again. Now that he's at the surface, he'll try to help pull himself back to shore--though it doesn't really seem like the Ferryman needs help, actually.] There were, um-- [A pause as he searches for the word and fails.] Things that didn't match up.
no subject
[The Ferryman studies Nagito's face, their own expression a bit stricken. They scoop their arms under his shoulders in a half-hug, half-carry, to get him back to the bank.]
You found something. [An acknowledgement. They breathe out, understanding and resignation.] That's good. Thank you, Nagito.
no subject
He is absolutely not going to mention he did this once he's gotten his thoughts back together, of course.]