simplestgift | Nine Bells: [VOICE/ACTION]

[Archie doesn't do a lot of voice posts. They make him feel weird. So he's speaking this one like he's reading it from a piece of paper he wrote out beforehand. Which he is.]

This is Mister Kennedy. As some of you already know, I am attempting to organize a regular goodbye ceremony for the friends and family of those who have been sent home. In preparation for this, I shall need a list of names of those who have gone on. If any one of you has had any person you care for sent home, please tell me their name. These names are to be read aloud at the ceremony.

If any one of you has a suggestion or should like to volunteer help, your aid will be appreciated greatly. The ceremony will take place monthly, God willing, on a day that shall be decided before long. You may approach myself or Miss Dawn Summers about this.

Thank you.

[There's a relieved sigh cut off halfway as the transmission ends.

He'll be outside today, writing ideas and names and plans on non-journal paper, but looking like every movement hurts but still doing it without sound or complaint, as if absolutely nothing is wrong. Later, of course, he'll be at Good Spirits, drinking very, very, very stiffly, as if raising the glass to his lips is painful.]

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[a bit of a laugh] It's just milk. And it's free here in town. You wouldn't have hurt him, any.

I made him curtains. Out of spiderwebs.

[eyes widening] Full curtains?

...that seems like it would take forever.

Apparently not for a little goblin. I even dyed them with onion skins. Didn't know how to do that before.

Do you remember how, now?

More or less, yes, but I couldn't do it. Not with the spiderweb, at any rate. I could dye cloth with onions, since it was no worse than boiling a few things in a pot.

I don't know how big of a demand there is for spiderweb curtains, anyway.

[she kind of wants to see them, though]

Well, I've never used any other sort of fiber, either.

It sounds like he got a fair deal out of it. Beautiful curtains for a little spoiled milk.

He did say they were beautiful. [He says it with a degree of pride, actually.] And without even knowing who made them.

I'd love to see them, sometime.

If he hasn't torn them down in a rage, they'll still be at his house.

You don't tear down gifts from fae folk. Especially if you don't realize who they really are.

I'm not fae folk, Jilly, I'm quite human, and that's what concerns me.

[Not a LOT, but still.]

But he doesn't know that.

..what's got you concerned?

Well...Jack and I don't quite get along, and we do. It isn't very easy to explain. I don't think it would be worth the time to be around him at all if he wasn't the closest thing I had to someone from home. I-I think there must be a decent man somewhere in there, but...I don't quite understand, actually. He tolerates me more than he likes me, I think, for the same reason I tolerate him. I wouldn't like to do anything to make him stop tolerating me, or I wouldn't just gain an enemy, if you understand me.

I do.

[watching him. Considering] And not that I'm saying you should test it...but I think there's more good in both of you than you realize. I think he's probably angrier at the unknown brownie than he would be at the man he knows.

[though, no doubt, Archie would never live it down if Jack did find out]

I'm not sure what level of pettiness to expect of him. He did accost me over a muffin the first time we met.

[But she's probably right.]

....Why am I not surprised? [but it's a fond smile that she gives, at that]

[A fond smile.] It was the first time he bested me in combat. Now I have to best him in order to sail with him. It's supposed to be my reward for practicing.

From the look of things, I think you'll have earned it.

Good God, I hope so. I should hate to think this will be my fate for the rest of my short life. [A little stretch, then he takes another drink of whiskey.]

Where do you think you'll sail to?

I've no idea. I don't even know if there's anywhere to sail to or if it's only open ocean. All I want is wind and water and wood under my feet again. You grow accustomed to such things.

I hope you get it, then.

[she means it, though she can't keep an edge of wistfulness out of her voice. She loves the chance to be part of something so magical as this place...but she misses the city. And, unfortunately, that's something Jack's boat can't fix.

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