[IC] [voice post]

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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.))

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And I likewise if I did not. [Let us make light of the situation, gentlemen.] I have been waylaid on my way to the afterlife. Do let Horatio know when you next see him, Bush. [And let us do it...with just a hint of the bitter. Oh, Ahchie.]

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[Bush frowns, slight, furrowing his brow. Ampersand, who has so far recently been silent, begins to ook again.] I shall do my utmost. [He's somewhat at a loss as how to deal with this, but pulls it off with a seeming sense of steadfastness. If only they had known each other less briefly, he would place a hand on his shoulder, or attempt some encouraging words; as it is, he can only stand and frown, knowing all attention would be unwanted.]

[Yorick, meanwhile, knows something is weird, but he doesn't know what. He shrugs, shuffling from foot to foot.] "O... kay. Sorry. Was it the plague?" [His voice lowers at that last question, as if saying its name will bring it back.]