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Eight Bells: [Action/Written]

[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?

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Agreed. [Archie starts walking again with a nervous glance behind his back.]

Calm down. You'll give yourself a heart-attack being so jumpy.

If he finds out, he'll never let me forget. [He pushes the door to C1 open.] And neither will you, I suspect, but you I can survive, though it might be best if Dawn didn't find out. [He opens the door to his apartment and holds it for her.]

[ buffy walks inside. ]

I don't even know what I'm never going to let you forget except for the part where you marauded his wardrobe. And that doesn't exactly seem too hassle-worthy on its own.

[ she figures there's a larger story at work. she's just not sure she wants to know. ]

[He closes the door behind her and listens to make sure no one followed. Then he leans against it.]

I spent the week half a foot tall and cleaning everything in sight. Do you know what a brownie is?

You mean, beside being a delicious chocolatey treat best smothered in frosting?

Not that kind of brownie. The little goblin that cleans things if you leave it little gifts.

Wait? There's such a thing? Where was my standard-issue brownie back when I never wanted to clean my room?

[...Getting back to the point, Buffy?]

[ oh. oh, right. sorry archie. ]

It must've been terrible for you.

It wasn't so bad. I ended up going home with Jack. He left me bits of cloth and honey and cream and I made him drapes and a rug and swept up while he was asleep.

And in return you curdled things and stole his clothes? I'm kinda losing the plot somewhere, I think.

[ and if archie was hiding out at the cullen house playing cleaning elf then perhaps it was just as well that she was robofied this week and never quite managed to make it out to the pirates place. awkward. ]

I panicked! I changed back this morning and hadn't a stitch to wear but bits of fabric that were only meant to cover an ugly little man seven inches tall. I don't even remember curdling the milk.

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Well? Go and...get changed again and I'll tell him I took them or something.

[ she makes it sound rather casual but she has a surprisingly tough time lying to sparrow; however, she will guard archie's secret as best as she can. ]

He can't know, Buffy. If he knows, he'll never let me forget it. I'll be his housewife for the rest of our lives.

Somehow, I don't quite think you're his type when it comes to housewives -- but I got your back, Kennedy. Don't make me regret it.

[ she's actually quite happy to help but can't seem to let it go without some kind of a threat. it's a whole buffy thing. ]

[He's starting to get that. With a grateful smile, he ducks into his room to change. By the time he emerges, he looks more or less himself again, hair tied back properly, carrying a lump of Jack's clothes.]

At least I laundered them yesterday. [He tosses them to her.]

[ after catching them, she begins to tidily fold both trousers and shirt. ]

You were really out there the whole week?

[A deep breath, heaved out as a sigh.] I was. The entire week.

Yikes. At least it's just the right place to hide out and avoid almost everyone from.

Yes, it is. I'm fairly certain no one would have taken me seriously again if they'd known.

[Except Jilly. And, apparently, that weird little Robert fellow.]

I wish I could go back in time and somehow manage to get the heck out of this village at the first sign of being a robot.

I suppose there are worse things than making drapes all week.

Were they nice drapes, at least?

[ because she's not keen to into just why the buffybot was traumatic. ]

Spider's silk. I dyed them with onions. I didn't know how to do any of this before.

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