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Who: Anyone who wants to come!
What: Autumn (Equinox) Celebration
When: Today, at 9PM to Midnight (and maybe even after)
Where: Around the Rec Center
Summary: Brigade party! There's food! There's lights! There's music! There's fireworks!
Rating: A for Abacus

There were lights! Autumn-appropriate decorations! There were tables of food (though very little of it is vegetarian friendly)! There was even a stage for music and entertainment! Still waiting was the fireworks to take place at midnight, but otherwise things were set up to more or less respectable Brigade standards. Maybe Haruhi hadn't done it herself, but it was done well enough, thanks to the efforts of being coordinated by Mikage.

The stage was left open for anyone to perform that wanted to. The karaoke machine had been dragged outside for people to sing along to, regardless of talent, or otherwise just to play music when no one was on stage. Naturally inside the Rec Center itself is a variety of pool tables, foosball, air hockey, and a TV with some video games. Just enough to keep things a little fun. If only there was a pool.

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Most are, in my experience. They rarely last longer than a week. Mind you, this one didn't change anyone's personality, just their history. Getting back to what I was saying before, the current owner of the club was married to...well, to whom I believed was my sister. I'm not sure what went on behind closed doors, exactly--I only remember what happened during the experiment, not the entire history I was given--but I know she wasn't herself. He treated her badly. I know it sounds a bit petulant, but it wasn't the experiment making him do it.

It doesn't sound petulant at all. If I ever had a sister, I would have been very protective of her. I don't think that would have changed with this experiment, either. So, if I am to think anything of this at all, you've your reasons, and they're well formed.

I suppose the experiment made literal something that was already there. We were all very close before, and even closer after. Once, Leonard--Dr. McCoy--and Jilly both took me captive for a camping trip, which is essentially to sleep out in the wilderness for fun. Evidently it's something you do with your siblings in your century and after.

[He leans against the bar and orders a brandy.] It took a bit of getting used to. We slept in very long, narrow sacks that didn't accommodate the wings very well.

I don't think I could ever go camping without expecting there to be scotch and toothpaste.

[Not that Archie will have any idea why the devil those things would be on a camping trip. He orders himself a gin, neat.]

Camping is something people typically enjoy as a way to get out of the city and into something we hardly spend time in any more: nature. Some might say it's a rather poetic thing, immersing oneself into greens and browner hues of a world meant to be looked at through a windowpane. There was an American who talked all about it. Tried to tell us all that it's good and necessary for a man to abandon himself and go transparent. He was an advocate for solitude and finding an Almighty in considering oneself as a mere particle of him.

I never tried it.

I grew to like it, actually. It reminded me of things I like about being on board a ship. Everyone together but alone together as well, if it makes any sense. Lost in something much greater that doesn't give tuppence about you, it's actually very reassuring compared to the great wave of society sometimes.

[Guy thinks about that as he cups a hand around the glass placed in front of him.]

You know, I think it would be damned good thing to be truly no one for a time.

[A coarse chuckle.]

[Archie sips his brandy.] For a little while. Not for long.

There's little you can do as nobody. There's so very much to be done.

[He says it thinking of London, then drains the glass thinking of that city.]

What do you do, then?

I'm a producer for the British Broadcasting Corporation, which puts on programmes over the radio. Not unlike the journal's voice messages, only live and you can't talk back to it.

I also work in the Foreign Office and for the British Intelligence Services.

I do so very many things, and I try to do them all.

Oh, the radio. I know something of it. The way you describe it makes it sound like Admiral Norrington.

There is an Admiral here? Quite the opinion I see you have of him.

[He notices the snark and is immediately amused.]

Well, he speaks the same words as he's been told and I can't talk back to him. He doesn't seem the bad sort, just a bit dry.

[Guy laughs.]

Has the foremast up his derrière permanently, does he? Pardon the French.

[Kind of a wince at that.]

One could say that.

Ahh, do pardon my lack of manners. Hardly the sort to mind authority. I doubt the Navy would have tolerated me in the end.

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I just can't see Guy as a transcendentalist. He's the sort of ass who'd make fun of it.

Totally.

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/returns to this still

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