Archie Kennedy (
simplestgift) wrote2011-07-04 09:46 pm
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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?
[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.]
[Filtered away from Grell, 44%]
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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"With that settled, how about a song?"
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"Poor Bessie was a sailor's bride, and he was off to sea,
Her only child was by her side and who so sad was she,
Forget me not, forget me not, when you are far away,
And whatsoever poor Bessie's lot, we will remember theeeee!"
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Poor Willie with a gladsome heart come home again from sea,
He bounded up a craggy rock and sought his cottage door,
But his poor wife and lovely child poor Willie saw no more."
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The words rung in his ear.
He asked the neighbors one by one.
Each answered with a tear.
They pointed to the old church-yard,
And there his youthful bride,
With the pretty child he loved so well,
Were resting side by side.
.........Kennedy? This song? Depressin'.
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He was. Sweating. There was definitely sweat.
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Jack was making his best effort to pin the other man to the floor as he made this demand.
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Jack got off the other man, then, and stood unsteadily.
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