Twenty-four bells: [Action]

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[Luceti. Even the name is beautiful.

It's quiet here, but not silent. No cannonfire, no stomping feet or shouting men. No bars or guards or grey stone walls. Everything is lovely and serene and everyone is pleasant. Well. Nearly everyone, but that's okay.

In Hornblower's company, Kennedy stops by the bakery and selects, for some reason, cheesecake. He's never had it--not that he can remember, at least--and it is absolutely the most beautiful thing he can imagine. Chocolate cheesecake, smooth and rich and flavorful with a drizzle of raspberry syrup. He tastes it and doesn't just eat it.

They visit the tea shop and he is floored. They visit the clothing shop and he finds a new linen shirt, already made. They visit the library and...

And...

O the glory of the library. It's as if this town was created for his rehabilitation.

Hours are spent in the library until he learns he can take books out. Even then, he very nearly doesn't leave.

On the way home, he asks to be alone for a moment. When given the chance, he walks the woods close to the village. At twilight, he sits at the fountain, staring into space with utter blankness because he knows the pleasantness of this day is going to end.

He doesn't realize it when the moon rises and he's still sitting alone in its pale light.

OOC: Kennedy's replies will come from babymid_archie. Meet him absolutely anywhere during the day or at night. Depending on when and where, Horatio will tag in as well, so remember to specify when/where in your tag. Share his rapture or cheer him up. Possible triggers--character is hella post-traumatic.]

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[Lots and lots and lots of blinking, then he touches his forehead.]

A-Archie Kennedy. Midshipman.

[herotypical]

[ and buffy holds out a hand. to shake. ]

Buffy Summers. Uhm. Non-midshipman. [ so skittish! she's not sure she should drop the truth on him just yet. ]

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2/2

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[A dry laugh. He shakes her hand.]

[herotypical]

So...I'm just gonna throw this out there before we get into the inevitable argument -- okay? Please, feel free to call me Buffy. Almost everyone does and it makes me feel slightly less old beyond my years if you do. But, if you have to cling to the miss? Miss Buffy will also suffice. In a pinch.

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[A nod.] You prefer just Buffy?

[herotypical]

I do. I do prefer just Buffy.

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Then that's what you'll be called.

[herotypical]

See, Archie? This is why I like you. You can be a complete beacon of reasonableness in a desert of starched collars.

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...You've only just met me.

[herotypical]

[ whoops.

typical buffyesque damage control: ] And I already like you! Would you look at that.

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[He lets out a breath.] You know Horatio.

[herotypical]

We've chatted. I may have commented on the starchiness of his collar.

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Yes, he's a bit vain.

[herotypical]

[ vain isn't the word she'd use but she nods along. ]

So I take it you and him have done the talking thing?

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I'm staying with him.

[herotypical]

[ predictable. in a good way. she nods. ]

And how about Jilly or Jack? Have a run in with either of them yet?

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[He shakes his head.]

[herotypical]

Huh. Won't this be a brainful for them. Do yourself a favour and don't let Jack get to you. Five bucks says he'll try -- but he'll try out of a warped kind of affection. I promise.

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I'll try. [The name doesn't inspire trust, but Archie will see for his own eyes.]

[herotypical]

That's all anyone can ask for. Trying.

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[That gets a few rapid blinks as his eyes fall and go glassy. A few heartbeats later, he looks back up, then at Buffy.] You think so?

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I know so.

[ and quickly, she passes into a teasing smirk. ] And if he does cross the line? Just remind him that Buffy Summers can still kick his ass.

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[Sorry, he can't let that weirdness slide.] I believe you. I'm...quite certain his livestock trembles as you pass.

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[ she laughs -- but only after a moment's pause as she tries to locate the misunderstanding. ]

Oh. For sure. His very fine and very stare-at-able livestock trembles in fear.