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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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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.]

Fuzzy, eh? Like a peach or like a wolfhound?

Ahh... not so much. Maybe more wolfhound than peach. [It's not often he gets asked about the texture of his fur. He's decided it's a very weird subject.]

[He's just trying to show how it doesn't weird him out, nope, not at all. And trying to get a good visual.]

Bit like my uncle, then.

[Ha ha, that was a joke, funny.]

You have a wolfhound for an uncle, huh? I don't see the resemblance.

[A quiet chuckle.] Actually, he was a Scotsman, but they're almost the same thing.

Does that make you Scottish? [Because he doesn't quite hear it. Just... typical British. Kurt, on the other hand, has a very noticeable German accent.]

[And he's been trying to place it. Never was really in Germany and he doesn't know the language.] Born and raised, yes.

You don't sound like it. [He wonders if Archie can play the pipes, though.]

[All Scotsmen are brought forth from their mother's womb playing tiny pipes!

...No, no he can't, he really can't.]

I know.

[He gets this every so often, and doesn't get into the "English mother" and "in the service longer than I was ever in Scotland" spiel unless asked, though really, he never had the accent even as a child.]

Ahh, but can you fake one anyway?

[There's a few quotes he'd like to hear spoken out loud. All of them from Scottie.]

I can.

[It had been kind of a party trick when he was a kid? At least, the men had gotten a real kick oot of it.]

Okay, okay. Try this, man:

"You cannae change the laws of physics, Jim!"

[His Scottish pretty much sucks, but it gets the point across.]

[...Oh, well. Fine. He does so, not connecting it with his friend who, you know, got sent home a couple months back. It is, indeed, a pretty perfect accent. As far as talents go, this one may have limited uses, but at least he's got it. Though since it sounds like a real Scottish brogue from the 1700's, it probably doesn't sound very much like Scotty from the original series.]

[... well it's Scottish alright, but it's definitely not Scottie.]

... not bad, I guess.

[Oh come on, man. His one talent that doesn't involve killing people. No wait--those are skills. Then, his one talent.]

You might want to keep in mind I've heard Scotsmen from the future, and they don't sound quite the same.

Yeah, I noticed. I should have got Scottie to do it while he was still here.

[But then it was just cool enough to actually be in his class and listen to him talk like Scottie, even if it all went over his head.]

You mean Mister Scott?

[He's heard someone call him that, before.]

Yeah, like from Star Trek. You met him?

I met him. I don't know anything about Star Trek, I'm afraid. If it helps you to know, I'm from eighteen hundred and two.

Ah, yeah, I'd kind of got that vibe, man. I'm from twenty-oh-three. Though I guess by now it would be oh-four, huh?

I don't think it quite works that way. I was here four months before a friend of mine came here from 1805.

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