Nineteen Bells: [WRITTEN/ACTION/VOICE]

[simplestgift]

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

[Written in a disguised hand, with the picture obscured.]

To anyone who is new, I would like to let you know that if, for any reason, you feel unsafe in your own home, you may go to the Welcome Center and ask to be placed with someone known to be safe until you are back on your feet. There does not have to be a reason--perhaps you were kidnapped recently or someone is threatening you. You do not need to tell why.

That said, I am in need of more women as volunteers. If any of you have a spare bed, your help would be most welcome. Even if you can be dispatched as a bodyguard, we would be glad of your assistance. A trusted member of the community must be able to vouch for you.

[/Filter]

[Tonight Archie will be waiting tables at Cloud 9. When he gets off, he will take an unusually long time coming home. At some point, he'll be perched on one of the docks on the ocean, staring blankly out to sea, oblivious to the world.

There isn't really one specific reason. It's everything, really, from the draft to William's disappearance. Archie is as bottled as they come, and...

Bottles.

Around one in the morning, a gunshot and shattering glass is heard. This is because Mr. Kennedy has set up a line of empty bottles from the night club on the fountain and is using them for target practice. Wine, beer, as long as it's empty and glass it gets used. If you are having difficulty sleeping because you keep hearing gunshots and shattering glass every thirty-one seconds (gotta take time to reload), this may be why.

For housemates, he'll be at close to three in the morning, looking like he's gotten a little bit of something out of his system.

He will then, late at night, make a voice post.]

If anyone would like to play a game of whist during whatever you call your midday meal tomorrow, you would be welcome. I cannot vouch for my cooking, but I'll make a game attempt.

Comments

[Action]

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[Okay...that's awfully close to where Derek has been living recently, so after about three or four shots, the hunter will make his way, carefully, out to the fountain to see what's going on.]

...Hope you're aiming towards the water in the fountain.

[Action]

[simplestgift]

[Archie puts a pinch of primer in the pan, not looking up as he does so.] I'll clean up the glass later.

[Action]

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

...Was referring more to the possibility of some of those bullets going through people's walls if you miss, actually.

Rough day?

[herotypical]

[ the gunshots draw a patrolling slayer's attention. ]

...Guns. They never help. [ she keeps her distance. ]

[simplestgift]

Of course they don't, to you. You don't use them. [POW. Another bottle shatters.]

[herotypical]

[ perhaps only barely noticeable in the lamplight -- but every time a shot is fired? buffy flinches. ]

You know, my time has laws against this kind of noise pollution.

[Voice]

[originaljackass]

Why women? [For once, he's just curious.]

[written]

[simplestgift]

In case a woman needs to be placed with someone. [Oh, it's you, Jack Horner. Yeah, you're not an acceptable volunteer.]

[Oh fine, written]

[originaljackass]

[Well he wasn't volunteering anyway.] I get you. Makes sense.

[voice, first part]

[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

[Amelia isn't entirely sure about throwing her hat in when she first replies; sure, it sounds like a solid idea. But even if she gets why the poster is trying to stay hidden, Amelia doesn't really like it.]

Who counts as a "trusted member of the community"? It's pretty vague the way you've said it.

[written]

[simplestgift]

Buffy Summers, Leonard McCoy, Raine Sage, Albert Silverberg, and those sorts.

[goldenglasses]

I wouldn't mind meeting up and playing.

[simplestgift]

Dinner tomorrow, then? Or do you call it lunch?

[action]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[Jilly's night wanderings were not something that she usually broadcast, but she enjoyed them. She'd liked it in Newford, seeing the city light up and watching the city take on a new rhythm after the sunset. And here there was the quiet and the stars, two things that she very rarely had back home.

In many ways, it reminded her of Tyson...but the good parts. The parts of wandering in the woods and being alone and looking for mythical doorways.

Unfortunately, the sound of gunfire reminds her of Tyson in an entirely different sort of way. It freezes her in her tracks, suddenly torn between investigating and heading in the opposite direction. But as it repeats, she recognizes the sound of practice.

She's still wary as she approaches, though. Her history with guns is not a pleasant one, and she's reluctant to announce her presence to anyone wielding one until she knows they're safe]

[action]

[simplestgift]

[When Archie stops to reload, at some point, he simply stops altogether and sets the pistol down on the ground, sitting there and looking up at the stars. This hasn't been the experience he was trying for. Maybe it worked for his grandfather, but not for him.]

written; filtered 100%

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

[He's halfway tempted to make some not-so-appropriate comment about needing to stay with a woman, but he refrains. Lucky you. Only because people feeling threatened in the enclosure? Yeah, not so much a joking matter.]

And we're supposed to put our trust in you, random obscured stranger, because...?

written; filtered 100%

[simplestgift]

You don't. Anyone needing shelter may inquire at the Welcome Center. I never go there.

[action]

[captainhornblower]

[In all honesty, Horatio wasn't waiting up for Archie. But he is awake, sitting in the living room of the house when he gets back.

The sound of the door pulls him out of wherever his mind was, and he nods slightly to Archie.

Too much unsaid, too much thought-- as was often the way with Horatio Hornblower. After the initial panic at finding the house disrupted and an explanation of the most likely thing to have happened to William Bush... Hornblower had become very quiet. The house had been set to right, but not another word had been uttered on the subject.

First Archie. Now William. And the draft. And experiments.

Why in God's name had no one done anything?

He'd wavered a few days ago, wondered if he was right to try and start a war. Now he realized the truth. He had no choice. Someone had to do something.

He had to do something.]

[action]

[simplestgift]

[He's had a good talk with Jilly, and he comes in a little less stuck in his own head than he left. He catches Horatio's eyes as he closes the door and sees that something is very much on his mind. Only one thing to do about that.]

Horatio?

[daisy023]

[Daisy-023 wakes up when she hears shots minutes apart from the center of the village. Having remained in armor after the ordeal with the Battle Dome, she comes with her rifle raised to investigate, but soon recalls the uniform in the distance from the Draft of June. She lowers her weapon.

Spartan senses jolt to dodge when she hears a stray sphere. The red armor approaches the Lieutenant. She removes the spent munition.]

There are safer ways to practice, sir.

[simplestgift]

[He lowers his weapon as well. His frustration is tempered by actual gladness to see her.]

Daisy! I haven't seen you in some time.

[ action ]

[wise_maiden]

[Since the center of town isn't too far from the plaza clinic, and Raine had been feeling a bit restless due to the circumstances that had her resting in there, as well as having certain concerns as to why there would be shots and shattering glass at that time of night ...

So she heads over to investigate. Really, it's a relief when the sight only proves to be Archie Kennedy of all people, making a mess with glass. Hm.]

That doesn't seem to be very practical.

[ action ]

[simplestgift]

Taking out the rubbish. [It's really the sound of shattering glass and the smell of smoke that are therapeutic, not the act of shooting something. But Raine is here, so he'll stop. There's something about her that does that.]

[Written]

[bamfing]

I don't know who could vouch for us, but the X-Men can help. We don't exactly have extra beds, but there's always the couch.

[Written]

[simplestgift]

I do not know who the X-Men are. You can't think of anyone?