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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.))

Date: 2010-04-16 04:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yrobtsvt.livejournal.com
[Enjoy the sounds of someone hitting the computer until it stops making all those noises. After a lengthy pause, a muffled voice comes through:]

Dear l- Mr Kennedy?

Date: 2010-04-16 04:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yrobtsvt.livejournal.com
[Imagine, if you will, a rather large and imposing man crouching next to a crumpled laptop and cupping his ears to it.]

I- I believe I can, Mr... Lord, is it you, Kennedy?

Date: 2010-04-16 04:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yrobtsvt.livejournal.com
[Meanwhile, flashing red letters inform Bush that he is 'Voice Chatting', whatever that means; this is not idle stuff.]

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?

Date: 2010-04-16 05:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yrobtsvt.livejournal.com
Some large brightly-colored Hell, but for your sake, I shall imagine it otherwise. I'll inquire as to the- [There is a fizzing noise, and the computer has finally died its slow death; Bush would have learned that beating them with swords isn't a wise idea, if he'd noticed at all, already wandering off in search of an Archie.]

[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.]

Date: 2010-04-16 05:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yrobtsvt.livejournal.com
[And so Bush does eventually find the right room, poking his head around the door. He seems an equal mix of shocked and pleased, his eyes resting on Archie, but he's willing to just sort of run with this one. He's seen enough men die to know that, given the chance to see them again, one should take it. Especially when one such a man died as Kennedy did.]

[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?

Date: 2010-04-16 05:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yrobtsvt.livejournal.com
[Probably this should be answered first, 'cause it's kind of important. He bows his head, avoiding Archie's eyes,] No, if the captain is present here at all, he has not made himself known to me.

[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.]

Date: 2010-04-16 05:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yrobtsvt.livejournal.com
[Bush proceeds to provide Archie a pained look, and shuffles over to get the both of them seated comfortably. For his part, he is hardly famished, having had broken his fast at dawn with the others aboard the Hotspur, and can wait before grabbing food off God's tables.]

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.

Date: 2010-04-16 06:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yrobtsvt.livejournal.com
As happy as he ever is. You know better than I. [Though Bush's smile, weak, but present, betrays him.]

[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.

Date: 2010-04-16 06:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yrobtsvt.livejournal.com
[Glasses clink, and Bush drinks down some ale.] I thank you, sir. And am sorry to be the bringer of... [Well, it isn't exactly bad news.] Such poor favors. [Right.]

[Finally, something does occur to him. Querulously, he looks to Archie's abdomen.]
But, are you not in pain?

Date: 2010-04-16 02:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yrobtsvt.livejournal.com
He has. And he owes it all to you. [That was comforting, right? This game is hard :|]

[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.]

Date: 2010-04-16 04:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yrobtsvt.livejournal.com
[Heaven is only awkward if you're alive, is what Bush is pretty sure of. There is no training for meeting up with dead comrades again.]

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.]

Date: 2010-04-16 04:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yrobtsvt.livejournal.com
[And if you're Thinking On Death, you may as well have the resident expert about, should you not?]

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.

Date: 2010-04-17 12:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yrobtsvt.livejournal.com
[Bush doesn't answer, biting into the food, his answer is obvious in how quickly be begins to eat. After finishing off a drumstick, he nods his head, giving a grunt of concession.] Haven't eaten like this since I made Lieutenant.

[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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