simplestgift | Nineteen Bells: [WRITTEN/ACTION/VOICE]

[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.

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[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.

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

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

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

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

[ 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.

[Archie pauses to reload.] My time has laws against all kinds of things. None of them matter, here.

...Some of them have to. The ones that make sense.

[ but she is tired and impatient and doesn't want to argue these kinds of things. ] Fine. New tack. Why are you out in the wee hours of the morning shooting things when other fine people are trying to sleep?

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

Rough day?

It isn't that loud. [Oblivious. Loading the shot in with a scrap of cloth.]

The walls repair themselves, you know. They don't clean blood off themselves, but they'll rebuild on their own.

[He cocks the pistol.]

Maybe not to a someone like you who's used to the things. But there's plenty of people here -- the younger ones -- who've never seen a real gun, let alone hear one be fired.

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

[He uncocks the pistol with a sigh, but says nothing.]

At least pretend to be polite and take the whole damn show to the barracks. The middle of town? Seriously?

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

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

[Yeah, great. A Buffy lecture. Exactly what he wanted. Never mind that the Barracks have a sensitive piece of equipment by which Jack comes to and fro. Quietly, he begins to unload.]

I thought so.

[ hey. kennedy. you actually earned this one. ]

Don't even get me started on the ever present horror that is a potential stray bullet.

[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.

Hmn.

[Derek shrugs. He knows the signs; the guy is hurting. He's just not feeling the usual empathy that would prompt him to try to talk some sense into the guy.]

I'll keep my ear out, then, in case you hit someone on the other side of the walls. That way they at least have someone to close the wound up for them.

[He tosses her his bag of shot. There. Happy?]

I'd volunteer, but the 'trusted' members of community tend to be too uptight to realize how useful I am. [But really, he's not interested in bodyguard work. He's a hero, not somebody's tool.] But good luck with your hero work.

[ she catches it with a look. ]

What? You're gonna sulk at me for doing my duty now? What if it'd been anyone else doing the same damn thing in the middle of the square?

[ then, after a beat: ] Alternatively? Who peed in your cornflakes this morning?

[Archie casts him a "don't be ridiculous" look.]

This isn't one of your modern guns. The range is thirty yards at best, and the ball won't pass through a wall. It's too soft.

[But he uncocks the pistol.]

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