16th Fairy Tale § Voice/Action

[tehoniongirl]

[backdated like woah to earlier in the morning]

[The rock and sway of the Britannia was soothing as Jilly woke, pulling a blanket close as she shifted on the cot Archie and H had set up for her. Still half-dreaming, she sleepily searched for the explanation of where she was. She remembered Horatio taking her on a tour of the completed ship,

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[slaying]

[ an ever-penitent and slightly subdued buffy summers is sitting on the front step at house seven. she seems to be...decanting water from one large jug into smaller flasks.

she doesn't look up yet. doesn't yet notice the returning housemate. ]

[tehoniongirl]

[oh dear. Really, getting around the awkwardness of stealing the sailor boys' clothing was minor compared to this. She really wasn't sure what to expect when she paused a few feet away]

...Buffy?

[slaying]

[ at her name, she fumbles and splashes holy water over her knees. no curse or oath -- just a soft sigh. it isn't as though she'll ever have reason to use this much holy water, anyway. not with only two vamps to keep tabs on. and one of them? well -- buffy is trying harder to not treat him like a time-bomb.

she looks up with eyes that are just on the shy side of wide. ] Jilly. You're...home. And back. And you. And tall. Well...as tall as us not-so-tall girls can be.

[ she stands. ]

[tehoniongirl]

Here's hoping Luceti doesn't test that theory.

[It's not the ridiculousness of her clothes that has her hesitating. She's worn stranger and never minded it. But... a week. For a week, Buffy had been...

Wonderful.

There's a bit of a sheepish smile as she pushes her hair out of her eyes, a nervous habit for a girl who wasn't often nervous] But I'm definitely back. One hundred percent intact.

[action]

[noprevaricating]

[Archie stands on the deck of the Britannia and squints against the wind. For now, if he pretends he and Horatio are not the only people on deck, he can almost believe he is home. Why does he keep wanting home? He has no reason to go back to the navy. He's a free man. But that nostalgia exists; despite the bad times, there were many, many good times. More good times.

He hears footsteps on deck and glances quickly Jillyward with a smile--only for his smile to brighten suddenly when he sees not a child, but a woman.]]

Jilly!

[action]

[seventeensir]

[Already, he has been catalouging the differences between Britannia and Hotspur. One is not superior in his mind to the other, but there were differences.

What isn't different in the smell of the sea. It's not difficult to imagine being at anchor somewhere off England.

Archie's voice draws him out of the thoughts, and he smiles as he turns. Rather than one of quiet fondness, the expression takes the form of surprise and amusement at seeing the woman rather than the girl, dressed in a fashion that makes the raiding of the clothes all too apparent.

He bows his head politely, behaviour at once modified based on her restored age.]

Miss Jilly.

[action]

[tehoniongirl]

[Two smiles make it hard to do anything but the same in return, and she finds herself grinning back at Archie. Raising one hand, she waves half-hidden fingers at them]

Surprise?

[action]

[noprevaricating]

[Archie is on his way to her, blissfully relieved. The moment she's in range, he'll be pulling Jilly into a big hug.]

/the tag that ignored the post's point, sob

[neoslaying]

[Melaka's actually just making it back to town herself. Really, more than anything she just wants to go back to her apartment (again) and take the longest of showers before passing out. Even though she already made it back and showered. She still feels dirty and achy. and just not good.

But.

Well, she figures she might as well be polite and check on Buffy. Which is what brings her House 7 somewhere a little after noon on this day and knocking on the door]

The best of tags

[tehoniongirl]

[Jilly's cleaned up, herself... or, at least as cleaned up as she usually is. She'd changed into her usual clothes and had started painting. When she wanted to remember, she sketched. When she needed to think...well...the colors and the process were soothing. It was only when she went to sip her coffee and found that it had gone cold that she took a break, tucking her paintbrush behind her ear and heading to the kitchen.

Melaka's knock comes at just the right point, so that she answers the door with paint in her hair and a cup of freshly poured (and possibly burnt) coffee in one hand] Hello?

[neoslaying]

...Oh, hey. [Wow that's right this nice woman lived here too. Mel falters a moment and then looks at the coffee cup. That smells wei- anyway]

Came to visit.

[tehoniongirl]

[the face (and voice) registers as she speaks, and Jilly's expression lights up with a smile] Oh! You did.

[stepping back from the door way, she tilts her head towards the interior of 7] Come on in.