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Sixteen Bells: [WRITTEN/VOICE/ACTION]

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[The handwriting is disguised, and the picture obscured. The message is as anonymous as possible.]

If there is anyone returned from a kidnapping or being threatened who does not feel safe in his or her home, speak to anyone at the Welcome Center and they will direct you to a safe place to stay until things are better.

If you wish to volunteer to house someone, you will need a reference from a trusted member of the community.

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[A few minutes later, he uncovers the camera and starts a new message, spoken this time.]

Alexis Rodgers has been sent home. At least I assume as much--no one has seen her and her flat is empty. It's good. She was very homesick, and...

[A pause. There's nothing really to say after that. He doesn't sound greatly distressed, but there's definitely a certain melancholy.

He'll be at the library this afternoon, and Good Spirits tonight. Missing Dawn, mostly. He'll occasionally walk through the item shop, killing time looking for little gifts to pick up for her. At some point, he'll go see Ingrid in the clinic. In the evening, he'll pay a visit to Jack Sparrow's house on the beach. He's there to see Horatio, of course.]

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Ah? Oh, it's Kurt Wagner. What about you?

You may call me Mister Kennedy. [Girls? Can call him Archie. Boys? Are automatically held to higher etiquette than that.]

Ahh... okay? [That comes off a little conceited to him, but he'll not say anything about it. Especially since Kurt himself is now eighteen, so it's a little annoying to be treated like a kid.] Whatever you say, dude.

[Oh. That's right. Teens don't respect their elders anymore. They want equal status without treating you like an equal. Nevermind that Archie's girlfriend is only a year older than Kurt.]

Archie.

[Kurt does in fact respect his elders. But they usually have to be a little more elder than Archie currently is. Like... 30s, at least. The benefit/downside of longer lifespans.]

Archie, got it. So I guess you can call me Herr Wagner, yeah?

[A commission usually make one count as an elder. At least, the way he's used to it.

...The snark, he can at least approve of.]

Cheeky. How do you know Alexis, Your Gravity?

[He liked to flirt with her...]

We bonded over being New Yorkers.

Fair enough. [He bonded over being Scotsmen with Scotty. Sort of. A pause.] How was she, before she left?

[He'd landed in the hospital not too long after she'd returned from her kidnapping.]

[His enthusiasm falls at that.]

... whatever the Malnosso did to her, she took it really hard. If anyone deserved to get out of here, she did.

She didn't remember much of it. She didn't have to. They kept her there for a month. It's all they had to do. You're right. She's a stout-hearted girl, but it was a hard blow.

[They had him for over a week once. That was bad enough AND they sent him back loopy in the had.]

Yeah... so, how did you know her?

I think...she had cookies, or some such. And I noticed she lived alone. Next time I saw her, we'd both been pressed and she was quite nervous. I made it a point to look in on her when I could, after that.

[Insistent terminology on his part. To him, "Press" is the verb. "Draft" is the noun used for a group of people pressed at the same time.]

[The usage of pressed throws him off for a moment.]

Oh, you mean drafted? [Yeah... that was pretty horrible.] I wasn't sent that time. It's good she had a friend there to count on.

She was with the non-combatants. She was never alone. [He'll use the terminology, but he won't argue about it. That, he will leave to other people while he grins in the background.]

Were you sent this last time, then?

Ahh... yeah, it was my first time. [And a real eye opener...]

Some of the most foolish planning imaginable. It's a miracle so few were lost.

Yeah... it was like they didn't care what happened to us. I guess we were just lucky.

No, well, no one in that position cares what happens to you. They're only happy to have lives to spend besides their own. But there were good men and women fighting on our side, and that's the only reason so many of us made it home.

That's not exactly reassuring, man.

You didn't believe the Malnosso cared about you before, did you? It's those you fight with that you can find assurance in, not the ones who send you to fight for them.

... well, I always thought Mister Catherine was okay? [Yeah, Bil gets a Mister from him.]

Maybe it was just because we were both blue.

There are worse men to have in authority, I suppose. Worse women, as well.

... yeah, that's true. [It's hard to compare with the people he's met though. Because he actually MET them, not just heard their voices through a book.]

...I suppose being blue can't hurt, either.

Oh yeah, man, being the blue is the coolest. Although I do kind of thing the old guy is cramping my style, yeah? Usually the chicks dig the fuzzy man way more.

[It's a lot easier to bounce back from a sore subject if he can do things like that.]

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