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Three Bells: [WRITTEN] - New Horizons in Lit Appreciation

They have everything Shakespeare ever wrote in the library. Everything! It's a fountain of gold. I could spend days here. I'd sleep here if they'd let me. I don't think I've ever been happier. And there's no theatre group here? None? Do people here not realize what they have? What kind of a world is this?

In case anyone asks, I'll be in the library for the rest of my life.

[Or really just the rest of the day. At some point he'll have to come up for air and grab something to eat at the 7th Heaven, where he'll be buried in 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. It'll be dark before he goes home, carrying only a single book.]

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[ lifting his head from the bar and looking very serious. ]

No. You would have ended up with a broken neck.

Then I couldn't... [he makes a swooping gesture with his hand] ...glide or anything?

As far as I know, you can only levitate with these things. I've never tried myself and I'm not in a hurry to throw myself off something at a great height.

[ he pales at the mere consideration at doing this. ]

[This smile creeps onto his face.]

Not scared of heights, are you?

[ McCoy doesn't answer him. maybe if he ignores this question, it will go away and never be brought up again. ]

[Riiiiiight.]

You are, aren't you?

Heights. Flying. It's all the same to me.

Oh, I can only imagine what it must be like to fly. I think I liked going up to the fighting top because it felt a little like it. Kept trying to convince Horatio of it, but he was the same as you.

[Another swallow of whiskey.]

Nothing good comes from flying, kid. I should know. Hell, I can write the book on the subject. And the fact they have the nerve to stick these wings on my back... [ he trails off into an agitated a little huff. the wings still bothered him. ]

I hate flying. And heights. And transporters.

I jumped off a cliff recently, so I can't say. [He glances behind and stretches his wings out, wondering if they would have made a difference.]

[ . . . allow that to properly sink in. ]

Good God man, why would you -- did you lose your mind?

We were being chased and the ship was leaving without us. It was only water.

... You jumped off a cliff and into water.

[ still looking at you like you've lost your Goddamn mind, Archie. you just described his worst nightmare. ]

It was fun!

[Mostly because of the satisfaction he got out of Bush screaming for them to stop because he couldn't swim.]

Enjoying a nice, cool mint julep on a hot summer day is fun. Having people listen to you when you're trying to treat them can be fun too. What you just described to me? I wouldn't call that fun.

[He raises a finger.] I listened to you. You didn't seem to be having fun.

Because the acting captain was there. [ a lie, of course. it's hard to derive humour from something as worse as the wounds that Kennedy had when he brought in. ]

[Not convinced.]

As if Mr. Scott would mind. We spent a few hours the other night drinking and taking the piss out of one another. [A pause as something occurs to him.] I must have acted completely mad when I first came here, and I haven't had a sane moment since.

I'm not going to diagnose you. [ he tugs at the collar of his coat. ] I'm off-duty.

I don't need a diagnosis.

[He needs Horatio. He sighs heavily, suddenly looking quite melancholy. Horatio was good at keeping him out of trouble, or in a worst-case scenario, getting him back out of it.]

[ noticing the dip in morale, he puts down his glass and claps the other man on the back. ]

[Bounce! Archie gives a tight smile of appreciation, ignoring the fact that he feels a tad patronized.]

[ deal with it, kid. this is what he does. ]

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