Twenty-two bells: [WRITTEN/ACTION]

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[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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[Either way, the poetic language brings a very real, almost mystified smile to Archie's face. He sits and takes a ladyfinger with a degree of delicacy.] I was in the West Indies, back home. Before I came here. I thought I could never tire of what seemed to be an endless summer, at first. [He takes a bite.]

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[Perhaps the tea is making him whistful. Or perhaps it is the certain knowledge that he will never be returning to England again. Either way, he does not feel as though the fanciful mood that is coming over him is fit for polite company.]

I thank you for your hospitality, truly, but I believe it has come time for me to leave.

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It was certainly a pleasure! [Spoken with a sincerity that surprises even Archie. He stands.] If you don't mind, sir--Captains Hornblower and Aubrey and Dr. Maturin and I, we have something of a proper English dinner once a week. Nothing formal, of course, but it's the sort of food and company one misses from home. If you'd like to make an appearance. It would be our honor.

[abidinglaw.livejournal.com]

[The admiral stands, too, though he leans back slightly in the fact of so much enthusiasm.]

Oh, I would not wish to impose -- if there is any chance...

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[Sincere, but not over-energetic. There's as much nervousness as anything. He knows how to behave properly, even if he's used to being charismatic to get away with audacity.]

It's only dinner, sir. You wouldn't be imposing. We should be glad of the company.

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Then I would be glad to attend. Thank you. Where are these meals conducted?

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Here, sir. When the ship is finished, we hope to have them in the captain's cabin.

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Very good. I shall look forward to it.

[He nodded again and bowed, stepping out from between his seat and the table.]

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[Archie walked the admiral to the door and opened it for him.]

Thank you for coming, Admiral.