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  1. Rec 87

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    I write you now a few lines from Portsmouth to say how we have been getting on. All going as well as I could wish and we have been busily employed preparing ourselves to ship out to Cadiz. Ready for sea tomorrow.

    Being the correspondence of Captain Francis R.M. Crozier of the H.M.S. St. Vincent and Captain James Fitzjames of 26 Sussex Square, Brighton, between the years of 1849 and 1851.

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    05 Jan 2022

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    Instant classic (epistolary pining!)

  2. Rec 28

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    'Aren't you tired? Don't you ever want to ease it?'

    In which Francis makes a mistake, and everyone else has to live with the consequences. Set in the gaps of ep. 5: only canon timeline shift is that the Tuunbaq's leg-nabbing is postponed by about a week, so the Crozier/Fitzjames bitchfight continues uninterrupted.

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    19 Aug 2021

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    I’ll not have a picture, he thinks, gazing grimly at James’ drawn, damaged face. I’ll not have a miniature to tuck inside my breast pocket, or a sketch made on a winter’s evening by the fireside. It will be my own burden to remember him, until such a time as this cursed land takes me, too.

    Twenty five men return to England. For Francis, this means making a poor job of keeping James from scuttling his career, and working out what a sea captain might do with himself in the absence of a ship.

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    19 Aug 2021

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    "Look, the whole of London's cracking up," she told him. "I'm finding it hard enough to work as it is without my commute being screwed up by the buses going on strike, and half my books turning into birds. That angel is wrecking everything, but in particular, my life - and you're too busy hating yourself to open your eyes and deal with it. I'm telling you, it has to stop."

    "Is that all still happening?" Crowley said vaguely. "But I found him."

    "Oh my God, you can tell you don't commute," Anathema said. "The buses went on strike, Mr. Crowley."

    "That's perfectly normal for London. You'll learn."

    "You're not listening! Not the drivers, the buses. They're organising - meeting in secret, holding little candlelight vigils. Nobody else really knows what's going on - everyone's just assuming it's, like, general TfL incompetence or something - but it's only a matter of time. So what are you going to do about it?"

    "Er... have they submitted a list of their demands?" Crowley said helplessly.

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    25 Jun 2020