Twenty-two bells: [WRITTEN/ACTION]

[noprevaricating]

[Filtered from known villains and Grell, 100% unhackable]

[The handwriting is disguised and the picture is obscured.]

For the benefit of the new feathers: if you feel unsafe somehow in your own home, you may go to the Welcome Center and be placed in a safe house until you can get back on your feet. There does not have to be a reason. Even if you have

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[written] and I'm sorry this took so long ;;

[thatmadbastard]

[It's a little while before Guy decides to say something. He doesn't want to make a show about his responding to it, and though it's far easier to say things, he decides against it. Taking up his pen--wary of the journals still--he writes something that is little more than speculation.

He doesn't quite understand how everything works, though his intuition and a conversation with Rydia give him enough of a guess.]

I take it the Doctor is no longer here, Lieutenant. Sorry to hear it.

--Guy

[written] Totally fine!

[noprevaricating]

Guy,

You didn't see the announcement? Did you know him?

Kennedy

[written]

[thatmadbastard]

I've been reading most of what this journal has produced. Though since I hadn't even met the fellow, I didn't see the need to add my thoughts.

I only wish to extend two things: My apologies, since I know it must be very hard, and an invitation to the local pub.

I may not have stories, but I will offer company, and the stories people leave to you will be there for when you want them. If this whole buggering thing works the way I believe it does.

--Guy

[written]

[noprevaricating]

Very well. My work ends at around ten-thirty. Would you like to meet then?

[written]

[thatmadbastard]

I'll be there.

[He is, as promised, sitting and having a cigarette. He hasn't ordered a drink yet, decidedly waiting for the Lieutenant.]

[action]

[noprevaricating]

[Archie arrives, looking fairly glum. He sits with Guy wordlessly and orders a Scotch. His comfort drink. He always needs one, lately.]