Thirty-Six Bells: [Written/Action]

[simplestgift]

[Written:]

In light of my new duties as first lieutenant of the LES Britannia, impending matrimony, and being bloody terrible at running a foodhouse, I shall soon retire as the owner of Cloud Nine. I'd like to continue to work a few shifts, of course, but the club will need new management. Which brave soul will shoulder the task?

-A. Kennedy

[Action only: He is enjoying the last night of the voyage, simply meditating upon the lovely roll of the ship beneath him. It's chilly out, and he can see his breath, but he doesn't mind, wrapped up tightly in his heavy wool greatcoat. Softly he sings a song swallowed by the night, evidenced mainly by the mist of it in the air around his lips.]

The maiden, oh, the maiden oh.
The sailor loves the maiden, oh!
So early in the morning,
The sailor loves the maiden, oh!
A maid that is young,
A maid that is fair,
A maid that is kind and pleasant, oh,
So early in the morning,
The sailor loves the maiden, oh!

Comments

[voice]

[all7seas]

[Impending indeed.]

How is it out there, Kennedy? How's she sailing?

[voice]

[simplestgift]

As a dream, Captain. There is some roll, no pitch at all. The wind has been favorable to us today.

[Maybe Archie's being a tad manipulative when it comes to the wind, in supernatural ways. It's hard for him to help himself, sometimes.]

[voice]

[all7seas]

And soon enough too occupied with husbandly duties to chop it down at the Nine, eh? Wondered if that might happen.

[voice]

[simplestgift]

Me, running a 1950's night club? I was only doing it because I hoped Ginia would come back.

[voice]

[all7seas]

I haven't heard any complaints about it.


Buffy's been a busy little slayer, you know. Helping your Elizabeth with the wedding plans.

[ written ]

[herotypical]

So afraid of the competition that you had to step down?

-BS

[ and if there was any question of her joking tone, she added a little smiley-face next to her name. ]

[ written ]

[simplestgift]

More that I hate it with all the fire of Hades. I like making drinks, but running the place is a bit silly for a man from 1802 to be doing.

[ written ]

[herotypical]

Said the man to the valley girl trying to run an old fashioned pub.

I do hope you get good offers, though. Competition? Healthy.

[ written ]

[simplestgift]

How is it competition? They're two entirely different establishments. Good Spirits exists to serve drinks. Cloud Nine exists to entertain, and happens to serve drinks as part of it. Plenty of our patrons don't drink at all.

[ written ]

[herotypical]

Feel free to dial down the literal interpretation a few notches, Archie.

[action]

[thedicearecast]

[Amelia's moving around the boat, trying to stay warm. It's been a difficult few days, but her nausea is finally fading--just in time to go home. Still, she's not complaining, since the cold is something else she doesn't care for. Even after a year and a half in Luceti she's still not used to it.

She slows when she sees Archie, however, barely able to make out the puffed air that means he's speaking. If she can get close enough without him stopping, she'll actually listen to the song before she says anything.]

[action]

[simplestgift]

A bottle of brandy,
Bottle of gin,
A bottle of Scottish whisky, oh!
So early in the morning
The sailor loves his bottle, oh!

[He doesn't hear her approach. He leans over the railing, catching the sight of the moonlight glinting off the waters.]

Re: [action]

[thedicearecast]

Nice voice.

[She tries to say it quietly so she doesn't startle him too badly.]

Don't think the maiden would like being loved as much as the bottle though.

[action]

[simplestgift]

[He glances over at her.]

Depends on the maiden.

Re: [action]

[thedicearecast]

Or how much the sailor loves the bottle?

[Amelia shrugs. It's not like she's an expert on relationships.]

What's your maiden think?

[deadpoet]

How does a ship lieutenant end up in charge of a night club anyway?

[simplestgift]

[Ah, Spike. Yay.]

It began as waiting on tables for a friend and ended with a bequeathal when the last owner went home.

[deadpoet]

Well you've done a bang up job with the place, mate. Isn't remotely as dull or as boring as I expected it to be.

[Sarcasm. Because for someone like Spike, Cloud Nine was not his definition of night club.]

[simplestgift]

Yes, yes, I'm giving it away. Perhaps the next man will do better.

[deadpoet]

Anyone take you up on it?

[written]

[truthin_bones]

[While she's never actually taken the time to run a nightclub, or any kind of business really, Temperance Brennan has at least written about it. The manuscript has since been scrapped, deleted from her computer shortly after Booth woke up from his coma thinking the story she had read to him had been their real life.

Still, it's in remembering said transcript that she replies to Archie's note.]

Have you found any interested party yet?

[written]

[simplestgift]

None.

[written]

[truthin_bones]

Although I do not necessarily possess the practical experience, I have done extensive research on the operation of a nightclub for a novel I once wrote. It has always struck me as an interesting job, at the very least.

Would I submit my resume to you?

[written]

[simplestgift]

Well...yes, of course.

action:

[captainhornblower]

[Horatio Hornblower is at peace. More than he has been for some time. Bad weather can't even dampen the mood this cruise has put him in.

A proper Navy, even with only one ship with one gun. It will be frustrating, sometimes futile... but it's something to do. Arm the ship, crew it, get that crew into fine sailing and fighting shape. Prepare to defend this place should any enemy arrive at their door by sea to fight.

And some of the skills he can teach can be applied to land battles as well. He doesn't have good experience with those, but he can lend what knowledge he has.

The captain, at present, is standing on the quarterdeck, looking out across the deck. His posture is almost causal for the moment. His arms are on the rail, and he leans forward. His eyes are on his lieutenant. He can't hear him from here, but he can guess that he's singing. Something Horatio wouldn't be able to really appreciate even if he could hear him.]