simplestgift | Twenty-three bells: [WRITTEN/ACTION]

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Twenty-three bells: [WRITTEN/ACTION]

This is Mr. Kennedy. The Britannia, Luceti's new sloop of war under command of Captain Hornblower, is finished and for all purposes ready to sail. Unfortunately, as she cannot sail herself, Captain Hornblower is in need of a crew.

Not many are required simply to sail her. A half dozen at least, although we should prefer more. We do not expect exclusivity--in Luceti, there is no point. If you are already part of another crew, you are welcome to remain a part of that crew and sail with us as well. As the winter months are approaching, we are not likely to weigh anchor for some time, so there will be plenty of time to train recruits who have no sailing experience.

Thank you, and I look forward to any questions you may have.

-A. Kennedy

[He's using the "Lt." less and less nowadays in his signature.

Tonight he'll be working at Cloud Nine. He'll be home late.]

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That dress was both gorgeous and tasteful. Not a plunging neckline in sight. [ but a very bare back -- jack had seemed particularly appreciative of that fact. she certainly did not mind being appreciated. ]

It isn't the neckline at all. It's the amount of leg you were showing all the world. [Neckline? Who cares about neckline? Still, he's playful.]

Oh, please. That hemline had twice the existence of some of the dresses I wore in high school.

[Not good, Buffy.]

What? You should be applauding me. I've grown demure in my old age. Gone are the miniskirts of the teens. Hello, sensible twenty-somethings wardrobe.

I didn't know you before January.

You don't need to know a person before a particular time to appreciate that they've grown. Matured. Developed.

Of course not, but I wasn't aware you used to dress...more so than you do.

Huh. It's a whole...modern teenager thing.

Teen-ager. What a marvelous age.

Mostly? It's a terrifying age.

I know.

And you? Way back then? Jeez. I would have died without Clearasil.

Without what?

[Buffy, they had smallpox back then.]

Cleanser. For the face. For breakouts. The bane of the highschooler's existence.

[Never mind.]

It sounds like it was horrible for you.

Forget the apocalypse. A zit? Total end of the world.

[ it should be obvious that she is hyperbolizing. after all, teenagerdom was terrifying for many more reasons, for her. namely the part where she barely got to be one thanks to the job.

oh, and all that dying. ]

It must have been. [You gotta joke about those things when you had a crappy time as a teenager.]

Or? Popular kid politics. Also a hassle.

[ one which she pretty much dealt with by...not dealing at all. new school? buffy happily lands herself with the loser patrol. ]

[There's a brief pause. Archie was very popular for a time, and wonders if the other mids hated him for it.]

Is it.

...There was this queen bee at Sunnydale High when I first arrived. As popular as they come. I was from LA so, naturally, she tried to drag me into her little clique of harpies. But nah -- I stuck with Will and Xand.

Far better to be loved by few than popular to many.

...Is that from a book? It sounds like it's from a book.

Oh, it probably is. Or possibly from a poem.

For thy sweet love remembered, such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

[ that brings a very sudden smile to her face. buffy did always have something of a soft spot for poetry, even if she hadn't been able to study it seriously. ]

I like it. I like it a lot. I think I know the feeling.

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