Eight Bells: [Action/Written]

[simplestgift]

[Luceti, Jack Sparrow now has drapes. They are lovely drapes, made of something like spiderweb silk and dyed a nice, neutral, manlyish color. The furniture and silver are both polished. There is even a new rug on the living room floor. Everything looks very home-ish.

Jack's clothes, on the other hand, are strewn all over the place, and every drop of dairy is badly curdled. Missing is a pair of trousers and Jack's Jolly Roger t-shirt.

Archie Kennedy comes dashing into town from the Cullen House wearing a pair of trousers and a Jolly Roger t-shirt. He'll make his way as quickly as is possible to his own apartment to get dressed properly so no one will suspect he spent the week with Jack--least of all Jack. He can be run into at any point.

After all this is accomplished and he's eaten something at Seventh Heaven that does not include porridge, honey, or cream, he will sit down to write this note.]

May I speak with a tailor in this town?

Comments

[ action ]

[herotypical]

[ oh, she is so going to come across archie when he's still in that shirt. she knows who owns that shirt.

she starts off with a friendly wave that gets quickly side-tracked into...huh. ] Hi -- uhm, that's not yours.

[ action ]

[simplestgift]

[DamndamndamndamndamnDAMN!]

Er. It...

[Aw, he can't lie to Buffy.]

It isn't, no.

[ action ]

[herotypical]

Archie, why are you wearing Jack's clothes?

[ not only did she once drag the pirate shopping, but she's known him too long not to become at the very least passingly familiar with his wardrobe. ]

[ action ]

[simplestgift]

[He glances around in a bit of a panic, hoping the pirate isn't around somewhere. In fact, if Dawn is around, that would also be bad, because he spent the week hoping Dawn wouldn't find out he'd turned into an ugly, seven-inch-tall faerie.]

Er. Can I explain somewhere else?

[ action ]

[herotypical]

[ a sigh, but she's sympathetic: ] Your place?

[ action ]

[simplestgift]

[He nods, already starting off in that direction.] Quickly, before he sees.

[ action ]

[herotypical]

[ tucking a strand of hair behind her ears and lagging a bit behind archie. ] Oh? He's -- uhm -- in town?

written

[all7seas]

Kennedy:

Whatfor a tailor?

--Captain Jack Sparrow

[simplestgift]

Sparrow--

To make a Gift.

--Kennedy

[all7seas]

Gift?

[simplestgift]

I thought we talked about it.

[all7seas]

Talked about what, exactly?

filtered 40%

[simplestgift]

For Dawn?

[consultmybooks]

[Giles is sitting in the shade under a tree by the plaza, flipping through a book and enjoying the fact that he has his sight back. He happens to look up just in time to see Kennedy scurrying across the plaza.]

Kennedy, is everything all...

...good lord, what are you wearing? [Because that is an ugly shirt. He thought you were better than that, Archie.]

[simplestgift]

[Three hundred people in this village and he had to run into one of the ones he knew.]

Everything's fine, Mr. Giles.

[Everything is not fine.]

[consultmybooks]

If that's the best you could get from whoever you stayed the week with, I hope you left it a mess.

[simplestgift]

Spoiled milk everywhere, I'm afraid. Although it wasn't altogether unpleasant--he did very well for someone who clearly knew nothing about how to treat a faerie. How did you know it was me?

[At least, he doesn't recall revealing his identity as a tiny goblin. He'd been avoiding that.]

[consultmybooks]

You didn't look at me like I was insane when you saw a very large dragon building a boat, which led me to presume that you knew about it in advance. That narrowed it down to about four people. And you knew my name - most people I knew didn't recognize me in that body.

[simplestgift]

There was the boat, yes. [Giles was the only person with an English accent who had been talking about building a boat, so he'd assumed.] You won't tell anyone I was a tiny, ugly brown man, will you?

[generalflirt]

[You know hanging out at Seventh Heaven is far less effective when you don't have a head. Masaomi's actually here to troll for girls, but seeing as how he's at a table, headless, right next to Archie... he might attract attention. an odd black smoke is coming out of the neck where the head should be. But mostly he's just sitting here, lurking. Looking for people.

Chilling.]

[simplestgift]

[Archie glances toward him, genuinely disturbed. His food is here, but he's having a hard time eating with a headless guy(?) sitting nearby, so he asks a waitress to bring him a box to carry it home in.]

[generalflirt]

[...Oh, that's Kennedy, who helps Mikado, right? Masaomi pulls out the PDA and types on it a bit. It takes a while, but eventually he leans his upper body over to hold out the PDA to be read-]

Good afternoon, Kennedy-san.

[simplestgift]

[Oh. Well. The terrifying headless monster is polite, at least.]

Good afternoon. Do we know each other, sir?

[generalflirt]

[Type, type.... type.]

I'm Masaomi Kida. You helped my friend a while ago

[He points at his hoodie. The white one he usually has on]

[simplestgift]

[A glance at the PDA, then at him, then a nose scrunch.]

Have a run-in with a Frenchman, did you?

[Sorry, that joke would have KILLED in England.]