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[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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[ for her part, there are the sounds of rustling around and then dawn yelling 'be back later, guys!' and the slam of a door. ]

If you ask Buffy I still qualify for the 'childhood' part of that, but she's also wrong. [ she laughs. ] Honestly? Be glad you didn't know me then. I was kind of bratty, growing up. After all the drama with mom and Hank the Amazing Secretary Banger, and Buffy getting expelled and us moving, then the Sunnydale years... I might have been slightly attention starved. I whined, like a lot.

I could tell you stories of my own teenage years. Most of them involve being mistaken for being much, much younger than I was.

[He sounds a little less playful there, since he just reminded himself of his conversation with Giles.]

You too, huh? Mom always said-- [ she stops for a moment midsentence, because just how much she misses joyce can sometimes sneak up and bash her over the head. ] --that I'd be happy when I was older, because I'd always look young.

My sister told me that once. All I know is that nobody could take me seriously when I was a midshipman.

[Not JUST because of that, but still.]

Edited 2011-04-14 00:50 (UTC)

Convincing people you're the foremost authority on dead languages currently in the area is kind of hard when they ask you if you're lost and need help. Apparently, my face doesn't say 'professional' so much as 'please, coddle me'.

Well look at that, we had the same childhood. [Or not, not at all, but still.] Except for me it was, "Fire that cannon, God damn you, or I'll do something terrible to your livers."

[That quote was spoken with irony rather than any kind of commanding force.]

Edited 2011-04-14 17:48 (UTC)

Exactly the same, down to the brass tacks. Did you own too many Jellies, too? [ those would be shoes, archie. ] And see, the liver threatening was only a special occasion for me.

[Chuckling.] I hope you don't mind I have the mobility of a first-rate. [Pause.] That isn't mobile at all, it's practically a floating castle with enough guns to blow a small country to bits. Jack's given me more practice to do than any human was built for.

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jhdhdshdh :DDDDD /runs to look

Only like two of them, but still.

IT COUNTS.

XD

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Come chat wif me sometime, whenever you're feeling up to it.

this is a plan /smooshes

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