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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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Aye. That. Don't let Kennedy get a hold of it, though. His brain will drip out of his overlarge ears.

Gee, you'll never make friends talking like that.

[ oh, sarcasm. his favourte fall back. but his voice does become lower and more serious with the next thing he says. ] You two are going to duel no matter what I say, aren't you?

I won't hurt him. Much.

[Yes. Both of them derived a certain satisfaction from it, Kennedy perhaps moreso than Jack.]

[ that answered his question and he sighs. ]

Thought so.

What is it you object to, exactly, McCoy? He's the one what suggested it!

Oh, I'll tell you what I object to: being roped into another duel in this damn place. Do I look like some raving cavalier fanboy? Both of you need to cool your jets.

[At the mention of "rope" and "duel", Jack shivers. Because of course, the last time he dueled, there was a rope, and he ended up getting tied to a tree in the middle of the forest until Mistress Jacky happened along and saved him.]

Don't worry, McCoy---we'll assuredly lift a pint together afterwards. [Kennedy was probably the closest thing Jack had to someone from home, even though they were separated by nearly a century.]

[ it's a good thing Jacky was sent home, otherwise he would have been upset about his name being dragged through the mud that evening. ]

Don't worry? Don't worry, he says. Thanks for giving me a headache.

[What? Bones McCoy is a perfectly valid pirate name. In fact, Jack might start making up some stories about said pirate's dashing exploits. And spreading those about to the younger population of Luceti.]

Well stab your own neck then, with your hypowhatsit. Or I've still got some salamanders...?

[ he'll be literally angry with rage if you do this to him, Jack. and at the memory of an extremely dried up and deceased salamander, he baulks. ]

No. I'm not going to waste my supply and I don't want to wake up and find a salamander on my damn pillow.

There's some sleepin' in an old hollow log near my ship, mate. I'll dig you out a few and dry them myself.

What did I just say?

[Ohhhh McCoy---Jack will so get this for you as a belated birthday present.]

[ good luck finding out about it, Jack. ]

[Maybe Scotty will spill this information, McCoy. They are rather pals, after a fashion.]

[ you wouldn't dare. ]

[Meanwhile, somewhere back in his room at House 7, Scotty is getting a thought: "Oi. McCoy's birthday. I'd best tell Jack, he'd not want to miss it." Perhaps he is thinking this as payback for that time when McCoy made a ginormous snowman crush him to the ground. Or maybe not. But maybe.]

[ really, Mr. Scott? can we put all these escalating pranks behind us and lift a drink instead? ]

[Back to Jack again, now. Jack, who is digging salamanders out of a rotting log so he can cure them in front of the fire. He'll keep the legs crunchy for you.]

[ he figures Jack has got distracted and walked away, so he sighs and shuts the journal. great. he's so happy right now. ]

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