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Seventeen Bells: [WRITTEN/ACTION]

On July the 4th, 1776, one Horatio Hornblower was born in Kent. If you see him, bid him many happy returns. He will most likely grump about it all day and act ungrateful, but don't allow it to discourage you. He does appreciate it, he simply does not know it.

[For most of the day, Archie will be running around trying to furnish a bedroom in the house for a new housemate. He'll end up in the library, Good Spirits, the grocery store, then finally the Battle Dome, mostly staring in bewilderment at the controls before deciding this is too scary and leaving. At some point, he'll also take a walk in the woods, rain or no rain, in shirtsleeves and waistcoat but no coat. After a while, he'll get back on the journals.]

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If you wanted to surprise someone dear to you, to cheer her up when she returned from being kidnapped, what would you do for her?

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Mmmm...

His girlfriend was stolen by a ghost.

And his brother collects stories of things people have seen. Some that Christy's even seen. That's the book I brought you.

It's just... the Professor called it The World As We Know It. How people have just agreed on what is or is not possible. And if something doesn't fit that mold, they try to find another explanation for it. Any explanation. So the fae creature running across the road? Was just a piece of paper blowing past. And the girls with feathers in their hair were just teenagers...and they most definitely weren't crows a few minutes before.

It doesn't matter what they see. They believe something else entirely.

[There's a thoughtful pause.]

That's something, it is. Not the sort of thing I'm used to thinking on.

Well..that's the point.

We aren't used to thinking on it. And we aren't told that we should be. After all, we know what can and can't be real, so why would we look for the rest?

[except she'd always seen them, those little glimpses you could only see from the corner of your eyes. And, for most of her life, she'd believed. Even when she didn't realize it]

My nurse when I was a boy always said she said fairies. Our governess when I was older said not to pay her stories any mind, but I was never sure.

I guess I always just choose to believe. Maybe they're lying or simply have overactive imaginations...but maybe they're telling the truth.

And the world's a more interesting place by far if they are.

I know who I believe now, surely.

[a laugh] Maybe you can help me convince Geordie, if he ever does show up.

What convinced me was coming here.

It is kind of hard to deny, isn't it?

Entirely impossible.

When are you coming over to paint?

[a laugh] You haven't met Geordie. He'll probably insist it's all a dream.

[a smile] When do you want me to?

Any time you like. It isn't as if we do much, lately. God provided us William at a time when Horatio and I are both forbidden to do much of anything productive.

How bad is it? Horatio's injuries?

...he wouldn't give me a straight answer. [she's trusting them on this, but she doesn't have to sound happy about it]

Not so bad. He's taking medicine to keep it from festering.

So long as he's actually taking it.

They're not the sort you can crush up in his drink.

.......It was only half a dose.

[she's not defensive.

...or, well...not too defensive]

I can't judge you for it, you know.

Still...

I would have argued the point, but it seemed like it might be a lost cause with all the distractions.

...Does he know?

Know what?

That there was more than alcohol in his cup.

[if he did, they might never get him to accept drinks from them again.]

I don't believe so. I'd say he had no idea.

[ooc: because Kyra fails at remembering to filter things]

[she might have hid her embarrassment, but she definitely sounds a little relieved at that]

Good. That's...probably for the best.

It serves him right, Jilly. It does. And not just for refusing to take them on his own, but for the whole bloody--

[He stops. He's forbidden to tell anyone about the duel.]

God, I wish I could...

You wish you could what?

[there's a wary edge. She's so tired of these secrets and how they always seem to end in people getting hurt]

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