simplestgift | Sixteen Bells: [WRITTEN/VOICE/ACTION]

[Filtered against known villains and Grell, 100% unhackable]

[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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Not what I....I'm not laying blame, Kennedy! For pity's sake! I've stood against the mechanisms of that empire twice, now, in my life. All I could do was slow it down slightly, but in the end it will roll on without heeding me or mine. I'm beginning to understand this. The worst tyrants are the ones tyrannizing in the name of goodness and virtue and civility.

A death god, at least, is a death god. And this one has not been shy about that amongst those of us involved.

But this is the one we can do something about. She's a resident, like us. She isn't in a position of power.

She is very much in possession of power. Authority is another matter entirely. Your idea has no merit here, Kennedy. None in this place. The nature of the place, lad--[And this is delivered in a slightly more gentle tone]---the nature of this place forbids it.

[There's a long, long pause.]

You can't tell me there's nothing anyone can do.

I think we're doin' it now, actually. Buffy found out what was of most value to Grell and used it against her.

[Pride and wonder seep into that second statement. She's learning. She's not doing so bad at all.]

Her anonymity?

Aye. Her social standing, her anonymity, her friendships--all of the things the death god does not want to lose here. And in a place without treasure, without currency, and without even death? It is a fair price indeed.

[The pirate himself has been transformed into more of a social creature by this strange economy of lack. His friends have become his treasure. And it has changed something in him.]

It is. In such a case, one must either hide one's own nature or exploit it. She's made the mistake of doing both.

And there you have hit upon it, Kennedy. And Buffy canny enough to fix it and further our ends...

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We'll discuss this when the time comes.

Indeed we will. 'Til later, then, lieutenant.

Till later, Captain Jack.

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