Luceti Appointments

[wouldntbetonit]

Messages and meetings that aren't journal and log posts for Lt. William Bush!

(Please date and title accordingly~)

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January 17th - action

[captainhornblower]

[It was early in the morning, and Hornblower stood on the empty deck of Britannia after having paced for an hour. The only other soul on board was Lieutenant William Bush.

He had planned on coming alone, just to pace along the deck and think. But then he'd noticed that someone else was awake and there had just been... a silent understanding for him to come along.

It felt, in a way, more real to him. The cold salt air stung his lungs, and the breeze cut at his face. He could almost think he was in England. With Archie at his side, he always felt the strangeness of this place.

William Bush made it feel like a reality; Archie made it feel like a dream.

Yet, he was aware that nothing was permanent here. William could be gone in a heartbeat. Archie could be gone in a blink.

He turned to look at Bush with that thought.]

What do you think of her?

[The young, proud husband looking to a friend for approval of his beautiful new wife. His beloved Britannia.]

January 21st - action

[captainhornblower]

Captain Hornblower cordially requests the presence of Lieutenant William Bush in the captain's cabin aboard His Majesty's Ship Britannia at six bells of the last dog watch on this the twenty-first of January.

[A simple note, slid under the lieutenant's door while he was out.

After that? The captain had retired to his ship to pass the time while he waited to see if his order was followed. His Journal was back at the house. He'd seen and read and heard enough.

Horatio sat at his desk in the captain's cabin as the hour approached, his hands folded together and his eyes half open while he considered everything that needed to be said and how it ought to be said.]

Action | March 21

[simplestgift]

In the afternoon, when Bush arrives home, he'll find an unusual sight. His fellow lieutenant lies on the floor of the parlour, unconscious. It is very likely that the only people Bush has seen this white have been corpses.

May 31st, action

[beforethesea]

[What's that, Mister Bush? You're trying to have a moment to yourself, whittling at something?

That's very nice.

But there's a small figure peeking out of his bedroom (where he's been admiring the captain's dress coat with all due awe and being very, very careful not to touch it) at you where you're sitting in the parlour.

No. Scratch that. He's crept out of the bedroom and down the hallway, sort of crouching down at the end of it, as if that will make him less likely to be seen up so late.

After all, if this man is anything like Father, he'll just scold him and tell him to go back to bed.]