Archie Kennedy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
simplestgift) wrote2012-11-08 05:38 pm
simplestgift) wrote2012-11-08 05:38 pm
Thirty-Seven Bells: [Voice/Written/Action]
[Last he knew, Archie Kennedy was lying in his cot on board His Majesty's Frigate Lydia, in the surgeon's cabin. No one really remembers falling asleep, do they? But when he was falling asleep, he was very warm. It's the cold that wakes him.
When he opens his eyes, he's lying in a bed of grass. Overhead is a pale blue sky, and November bites the air.
He's back. After more than three years, he's back.
He sits up, shivering, and looks over his shoulder. The wings are there again. He's had a good long break from them, but there's something that is both thrilling and horrifying about their existence. Beside him, folded nicely, are civilian clothes, on top of which lies his journal. He dresses quickly, but only so he can stop shivering before his shaking hands open the journal. He speaks with a stammering quickness, voice unsteady.]
This is...M-Mr. Kennedy. [Using his real name in front of everyone has come to feel very wrong.] I've come back. I've come back, and it's been three years. How long has it been here? Who is still here? Elizabeth?
[He'll wind up both at house 36 and house 7, desperate to see sorely-missed faces. Later, much calmer, he makes another announcement, this one writen.]
It has come to my attention that it is November already. On December the First, beginning at four o'clock PM, as happened one year ago in Luceti, there will be a Christmas ball and feast. I will require help with the food, setting up, and cleaning after. Anyone wishing to attend may do so, so long as they are properly dressed. This year it shall be held in the Battle Dome.
[OOC: Archie is returning from his mallynap believing he went home for three and a half years, somehow alive and with memories of Luceti. He looks no older, but he's definitely thinner and his hair is no longer than shoulder-length now, so he does look somewhat different. Have fun.]
When he opens his eyes, he's lying in a bed of grass. Overhead is a pale blue sky, and November bites the air.
He's back. After more than three years, he's back.
He sits up, shivering, and looks over his shoulder. The wings are there again. He's had a good long break from them, but there's something that is both thrilling and horrifying about their existence. Beside him, folded nicely, are civilian clothes, on top of which lies his journal. He dresses quickly, but only so he can stop shivering before his shaking hands open the journal. He speaks with a stammering quickness, voice unsteady.]
This is...M-Mr. Kennedy. [Using his real name in front of everyone has come to feel very wrong.] I've come back. I've come back, and it's been three years. How long has it been here? Who is still here? Elizabeth?
[He'll wind up both at house 36 and house 7, desperate to see sorely-missed faces. Later, much calmer, he makes another announcement, this one writen.]
It has come to my attention that it is November already. On December the First, beginning at four o'clock PM, as happened one year ago in Luceti, there will be a Christmas ball and feast. I will require help with the food, setting up, and cleaning after. Anyone wishing to attend may do so, so long as they are properly dressed. This year it shall be held in the Battle Dome.
[OOC: Archie is returning from his mallynap believing he went home for three and a half years, somehow alive and with memories of Luceti. He looks no older, but he's definitely thinner and his hair is no longer than shoulder-length now, so he does look somewhat different. Have fun.]
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So you were dead, but they sent you back anyway? [Into a future Archie should never have. But if that’s true—maybe things are better than she thought.]
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[There really is no explaining it. Not when what Archie's describing defies every rule of what they know about being taken and sent back. But even with how Luceti has made Amelia accept so many impossible things, this seems like too much.]
You're sure? About everything you're saying, and that it all happened.
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Yes. Although...it doesn't make a great deal of sense to you, does it?
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[Sorry Archie. He knows Amelia’s not the type to pull punches.]
I mean—I’m happy for you, really. But there’s a saying we’ve got about things seeming too good to be true.
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Look, I wouldn't think about it too much. It's not like either of us will be able to understand it anyway. You'll give yourself a headache trying.
[And maybe Amelia feels a little bad for being so cynical about it.]
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You hear from everyone yet?
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[It's not a matter of things being better. Just people being busy.]
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[Right into a question Amelia doesn't want to answer.]
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