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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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[Mr Kennedy is, indeed, quiet about the machines. XD]

He is the first living thing I've seen besides you; he could be the only such creature here. [He draws his hand away from Ampersand's mouth and begins to pet him once more.] That is a lonely existence, whether he realizes it or not.

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[Good D<]

[Ampersand's little monkey hands quickly go back to making a mess of Archie's hair, quietly making little monkey squeaks along the way; Bush frowns at it and draws his hands back. Maybe it has a disease or something, he doesn't know.]

I see. Lucky for him, he's found another of his own. [Obviously that's why they get along so well :| Bush's voice is flat through the entire exchange, but there's that tilt to his head again.]

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[Archie has resigned himself to the necessity of redoing his hair, once Ampersand has finished with it. On the upside, he gets to pet a monkey, which is a reasonable tradeoff when you've never been within spitting distance of one before.]

Very clever. [Oh, Bush. Archie would roll his eyes at you, but it's much more satisfying to turn his attention back to Ampersand.] He must have some other friend here, though, unless he's clothed himself.

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[As if on cue, shouts begin some ways off, and then some crashing; eventually, one bedraggled youth (http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/0/9241/304540-164362-yorick-brown_super.jpg) appears, looking a mix of angry and exasperated.] "Ampersand, goddammit!" [He stops, seeing the other two weary travelers, smiling weakly.] "Hey. I think you have something of mine."

[Bush, on the other hand, is just staring blankly. That was a stupid coincidence, what the Hell, God? He resists the urge to put his head in his hands.] Do we now.

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[For his part, Archie's rather glad to see another person in this place; the unsettling emptiness of the pair of them alone is made more clear when they no longer are.]

Is he yours? [Archie inclines his head towards Ampersand slightly, though not enough to dislodge the monkey from his shoulder.]

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"Yeah. He got away from me at the radio shack." [Yorick shrugs, and cocks his head to the side.] "You can hold onto his tail, it's like God's built-in a handle."

I feel as though that would not be a strictly advisable action. [Bush vididly remembers trying this on the family cat when he was five. He tried it once. Just once.]

[Yorick shrugs, looking down, shuffling; he's attempting to decide whether to feel guilty at this accusation, or brush it off completely.]

[Talking to guys again is so weird.] "Nah, so long as you don't pull it, he won't throw shit at you. In, uh, all meanings of the word."

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'All meanings of the word'? [He glances in Bush's direction.] Have I missed some new development in sailors' cant, Mr Bush?

[Whatever Yorick's going on about, it does seem that this is his monkey. Archie steps forward, angling the shoulder bearing Ampersand towards his rightful owner.] Here is your pet, in any case; he is a fine little fellow.

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"Very funny." [Yorick sighs, and rolls his eyes. Oh, yeah, this is how dudes work.] "Amperstand, c'mon you stinky little beast." [He holds his hand out, and Ampersand... does nothing. Archie's hair is really cool, guys 8D] "On second thought, he seems like he wants to hang with you. Lord knows how long it's been since he's bothered anyone but me." [Let him have his small joys, nasty little thing.]

[Bush blinks, taking in this information.] Pray, you mean to say we are the only souls in this place? [Surely there must be others, besides himself, Archie and this... oddly dressed manchild.]

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[Archie is willing to put up with Ampersand's picking at him; the creature will presumably get bored eventually, right? He steps back next to Bush again and gives the monkey some ear scritches.]

A fairly empty Heaven, if indeed that's where we've arrived. [Seems more and more doubtful by the moment, man.] Have you been here long yourself, sir?

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[Yorick smiles,] "Oh, I hope it's not Heaven. I will be in so much trouble if I died." [He thinks about it for a moment, and then,] "Like, two weeks, for me. And, yeah, there're a few other people here, but they're few and far between. Some of them I haven't even seen yet; I'm pretty sure there's a bird on the top floor. Like, a hawk." [Yorick seems a little excited at the prospect of this, if only because he read My Side Of The Mountain one too many times as a child.]

[It seems indelicate for Bush to comment on Yorick's situation, or Archie's; he is at a loss, besides to ask if he is aware that anyone else present in this strange place is deceased. Instead, he continues to observe the monkey, still picking through the nits in Archie's hair.]

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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.]