Twenty-two bells: [WRITTEN/ACTION]

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

[The handwriting is disguised and the picture is obscured.]

For the benefit of the new feathers: if you feel unsafe somehow in your own home, you may go to the Welcome Center and be placed in a safe house until you can get back on your feet. There does not have to be a reason. Even if you have returned from a kidnapping and do not wish to be alone, this is available to you.

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[Later, another written message, without the picture obscured.]

To anyone who volunteered to help build the ship:

We will begin work on Monday, at eight o'clock in the morning.  We will meet at the fountain and walk from there.  It'll mostly be cutting and transporting lumber at first, I'm afraid, and that includes building a cart to transport the lumber in.

Thank you,

Lt. Kennedy

[Then, written more hastily a little while later:]

If anyone has stories about Dr. McCoy, I should like to hear them.

[Today, Kennedy is stopping at the grocery store and the smithy, hoping someone with experience at the forge will be up to the challenge he has in mind.

Tonight, he is back to work at Cloud Nine, mostly waiting tables and looking fairly miserable. It's his first night of work since Dr. McCoy left, and since he dislikes the job anyway, he's not doing great at it tonight.

Before he goes home, he will stop by house 7. He will be home late.]

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[written] and I'm sorry this took so long ;;

[thatmadbastard]

[It's a little while before Guy decides to say something. He doesn't want to make a show about his responding to it, and though it's far easier to say things, he decides against it. Taking up his pen--wary of the journals still--he writes something that is little more than speculation.

He doesn't quite understand how everything works, though his intuition and a conversation with Rydia give him enough of a guess.]

I take it the Doctor is no longer here, Lieutenant. Sorry to hear it.

--Guy

[written] Totally fine!

[simplestgift]

Guy,

You didn't see the announcement? Did you know him?

Kennedy

[written]

[thatmadbastard]

I've been reading most of what this journal has produced. Though since I hadn't even met the fellow, I didn't see the need to add my thoughts.

I only wish to extend two things: My apologies, since I know it must be very hard, and an invitation to the local pub.

I may not have stories, but I will offer company, and the stories people leave to you will be there for when you want them. If this whole buggering thing works the way I believe it does.

--Guy

[written]

[simplestgift]

Very well. My work ends at around ten-thirty. Would you like to meet then?

[written]

[thatmadbastard]

I'll be there.

[He is, as promised, sitting and having a cigarette. He hasn't ordered a drink yet, decidedly waiting for the Lieutenant.]

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[simplestgift]

[Archie arrives, looking fairly glum. He sits with Guy wordlessly and orders a Scotch. His comfort drink. He always needs one, lately.]