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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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[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]

Hurt him worse, sometimes. Teach him for his stupidity.

[a small smile] Do you think it would make a difference?

Not likely, Jilly. I kidnapped him, for God's sake.

So I heard. From Jack.

[it's a mild reprimand, but a reprimand nonetheless. Still, it doesnt' last]

You can't spend every waking moment looking out for him, Archie. Just like he can't constantly protect you.

Trying is only going to get you both hurt.

[obviously]

I wish I could tell you, Jilly. I do. You would understand if you knew.

[Grell had sworn them to secrecy in order to keep the peace, after Archie's stabbing. She'd agreed with Jack, then, content to do so if it meant ending this. And now Horatio was hurt, with only "it's settled" to say for it.

It wasn't hard to put the pieces together, and she didn't dare push. Not if it would risk more]

I know. I trust you.

I just...wish it wasn't necessary.

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