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[Murmured, nearly inaudible.] H--Horatio? The pain, it's--
[A long pause, marked with fumbling noises, and then a sharp intake of breath.] Lord, that's a grand spread--hm? [A beeping noise.] "Recording"? Recording what? [The sound of a few keys being hit, essentially at random.] What is this thing anyw--
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((ooc: Wakes up at a buffet with a laptop. SO MUCH FOOD. SO CONFUSING. Will get better at writing Archie when it's not midnight-thirty.))
[Murmured, nearly inaudible.] H--Horatio? The pain, it's--
[A long pause, marked with fumbling noises, and then a sharp intake of breath.] Lord, that's a grand spread--hm? [A beeping noise.] "Recording"? Recording what? [The sound of a few keys being hit, essentially at random.] What is this thing anyw--
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((ooc: Wakes up at a buffet with a laptop. SO MUCH FOOD. SO CONFUSING. Will get better at writing Archie when it's not midnight-thirty.))
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Date: 2010-04-16 04:27 am (UTC)Dear l- Mr Kennedy?
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Date: 2010-04-16 04:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-16 04:33 am (UTC)I- I believe I can, Mr... Lord, is it you, Kennedy?
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Date: 2010-04-16 04:43 am (UTC)I should say so--but what of you, Bush? I've only just arrived; you cannot have met your end so soon.
[Is he trying not to sound worried? Maaaaaaaybe.]
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Date: 2010-04-16 04:50 am (UTC)I have not, which I daresay is the source of my confusion. [Though as this all dawns upon him, Bush's voice becomes rather almost light, with happiness.] Be this Purgatory or whatever else can be dealt with later; where are you, man?
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Date: 2010-04-16 05:01 am (UTC)I had imagined it was Heaven; the Old Scratch wouldn't pile his tables with roast goose. [A pause, as he gives his surroundings a good once-over.] I am in the dining room of an empty inn, so far as I can tell. Where are you?
[Another pause, and then, a slightly hesitant question.] Horatio is not with you, is he?
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Date: 2010-04-16 05:09 am (UTC)[And, if Archie is in the same place a half-hour of yelling for some service and getting none later, Bush strides in the door, hat in hand. He is quite evidently pleased, once finding Archie.]
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Date: 2010-04-16 05:17 am (UTC)[It's on his second plateful, this one of mutton and potatoes, that he hears Bush's voice once more. It's not tinny and small as it had been previously, either, but the full-on shout he uses at sea. Swallowing hard his mouthful of ale, he calls back in the same tone.] Over here, Mr Bush! Come have some supper with me!
[Proceed getting up and following the sound of Bush's scary monster shouts.]
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Date: 2010-04-16 05:25 am (UTC)[Speaking of which, hey, have a vigorous handshake. Yes, that is a smile.] I think I shall, Mr Kennedy! What does the Lord keep in his kitchens?
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Date: 2010-04-16 05:36 am (UTC)Everything you could possibly imagine, with the very great exception of ship's biscuit. [And Archie leads Bush back to the tables of foooooood.] I feel like I could eat an entire cow if I tried, and I suspect that I could find the majority of the animal heaped up here somewhere.
[And then, he's quiet again, because he has to ask, it's not really a choice.] And Horatio's not with you, is he.
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Date: 2010-04-16 05:39 am (UTC)[After that, he doesn't quite know what to say. It seems untoward to ramble on about venison when a more pressing matter has been brought up, and then let down.]
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Date: 2010-04-16 05:47 am (UTC)[Archie smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. Time has continued on without him, his dearest friend is a captain, and for him, it's been only moments since he died. This is a strange and melancholy feeling.]
When was he--? [A vague hand movement over his plate; he suddenly finds himself less interested in sampling all of God's wares.]
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Date: 2010-04-16 05:52 am (UTC)Not very long after- That is to say, in the year two. [Cough cough cough. Smooth, Mr Bush.] He was demoted when we made peace with France, though as that lasted for about as long as you'd imagine, he was made captain again soon after.
[Practice and force of will keeps Bush's voice steady through all of this. Archie deserves to know.] He is married, with a child on the way, he tells me.
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Date: 2010-04-16 06:04 am (UTC)[Aaaaaand. Well, this is awkward as hell, Archie, excellent work. And when he realizes this, he tries to bring the conversation around a bit.] And--have you also fared well, Mr Bush?
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Date: 2010-04-16 06:08 am (UTC)[At the subject of himself, he gives a curt nod.] I am his first lieutenant aboard the Hotspur... His only lieutenant. It is a sloop.
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Date: 2010-04-16 06:21 am (UTC)That is cause for congratulations if I ever heard one. A toast to your success, sir. [And he lifts up his mug of ale. Yaaaaaaaaaaaay, Bush.]
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Date: 2010-04-16 06:25 am (UTC)[Finally, something does occur to him. Querulously, he looks to Archie's abdomen.] But, are you not in pain?
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Date: 2010-04-16 06:40 am (UTC)[He follows Bush's gaze down to the place where his wound once was, then shakes his head.] Entirely healed, actually. I should not have come to meet you if it was not.
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Date: 2010-04-16 02:17 pm (UTC)[Here, he lets through a smile, attempting to raise the mood, a feat he has about as much experience with as swimming.] That is entirely the best news I've heard all day, Mr Kennedy. [However forced and awkward the delivery, he means it completely. Archie should not be pained, after his death.]
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Date: 2010-04-16 04:10 pm (UTC)Thank you. It was the best I could hope to wake up to as well; getting shot is not terribly comfortable. [Weak joke is pretty weak, but he's trying. Turns out Heaven is kind of awkward.]
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Date: 2010-04-16 04:28 pm (UTC)I should imagine it is rather worse than being stabbed, yes. [Twice. Oooh.] But enough of this dark talk, you have eaten? [He looks to the blinking computer machine wherever Archie left it.] And figured out those contraptions far better than me; I had to beat it into submission.
[Brute force: a staple of His Majesty's Royal Navy.]
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Date: 2010-04-16 04:33 pm (UTC)Two servings so far, though I think I could manage two more if I tried; the food is excellent. [He glances over at it, and then at the laptop, which has gone into screensaver mode.] And I can't have figured it out entirely, look--it's gone black.
...Did you really beat yours?
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Date: 2010-04-16 04:38 pm (UTC)After ship's rations since I went to sea, I doubt I'd be able to tell if it were prison food. [Bush does that almost-smile-twinkly-eye-thing that Real Men do when they're in the Navy, and wanders over to the buffet after releasing himself of his coat, sword and pistol on a chair. There shouldn't be any Frenchmen in Heaven, right?]
[He looks back, shrugging, while piling some roast pork onto his plate.] Of course I did, it was making the most horrible screeching noise.
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Date: 2010-04-16 05:32 pm (UTC)Oh, it's far better. Try the goose; you'd think it was Christmas, to taste it. [For his own part, he gets himself a helping of beef and boiled carrots.]
[As he regains his seat, he gives the thing a sidelong glance.] It appears to be unarmed; bludgeoning it seems a bit excessive.
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Date: 2010-04-17 12:51 am (UTC)[After recovering from the bout of gorging himself, Bush throws a dismissive look towards Archie's computer.] At the time, it seemed the perfectly right course of action, Mr Kennedy.
[Cough cough cough cough serious face is serious.]
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