Nineteen Bells: [WRITTEN/ACTION/VOICE]

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[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.

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[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

[daisy023]

Want to go somewhere, sir?

[Odd that she'd be the one inviting him, especially at this time of the night. But not a lot of people here sleep.]

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[That surprises him, visibly. After a moment of blinking, he tilts his head.]

Where?

[daisy023]

Seventh Heaven.

[It wouldn't be the first time she cooked something at midnight.]

Unless you're going home.

[simplestgift]

Well...all right.

[He sounds uncertain, but come to think of it, he hasn't eaten tonight.]

[daisy023]

[For her part, the Spartan keeps that covered whenever she has the chance. Part of her reason of inviting people is because Charlotte used to extend that courtesy to everyone.

The Spartan silently leads the way. A route she remembered well in the times she would need to eat before and after her exercises.]

Know how to cook, sir, or should I?

[The Chief knew enough about cooking for it to be above MREs. Were it not for Charlotte or for Robert, it wouldn't be saying much.]

[simplestgift]

I can, a little. It depends on what's there.

[daisy023]

Chicken's the usual. But I've seen steaks and vegetables.

[Canned or boxed goods, but more than well for the Spartan.

On reaching Seventh Heaven, the Chief opens the door, and turns the lights on.]

Hope they don't mind us using this place.

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Beefsteak. [That sounds good. He supposes he should eat some vegetables, but he's not very hungry.] I can cook that.

[daisy023]

[She nods to him. Always an easier choice.

The Spartan makes way towards the fridge, finding a good pair of them, along with frying pans. However, as she searches for vegetables, she comes across a handful of spices.

The figure looks at Archie in curiosity, wordlessly asking him if he'd want one of these... or if he used them.

The Chief Petty Officer never usually added more to the meat that wasn't salt or pepper. When in the wilderness or without a chef, she only made the meat edible and tasty enough with what existed on the field. Not with the aid of a stocked kitchen.]

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[Archie's experimented with spices, and he's found he likes rosemary on steaks. Rosemary and pepper. So he reaches for that and thanks her quietly, then starts rummaging around for grease of some kind.]

[daisy023]

[The Spartan finds butter and olive oil. She would have taken a little longer finding other products from her age, but she learned a little while ago that most of this is twentieth-first century stuff.

Once having found the elements she considered necesary, she greases her frying pan and sets the meat inelegantly. For things she had done a lot in places that were not civilian environments she was far too pragmatic.

When baking, on the other hand...]

[simplestgift]

[He sets about to cooking his own. Rosemary and black pepper, with butter. Back home, it would probably have been lard, or else the meat would have been boiled. But this will be good.]