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[Video/Written] For Whom the Bell Tolls

[Marco's a little wearier than normal, his voice is composed and deadpan, but his overall amusement is clearly worn a little thin today.]

Thanks to everyone who joined in the dodgeball tournament, eh? It was a lot of fun, and if you missed out, keep an eye on the next S.O.S. Brigade event, I'm sure it'll be a blast. [ooc: It's still going on! Feel free to join in!]

My littlest brother's been taken by the Malnosso, so if anyone's still looking for New Feathers, keep an eye out for Sabo too please. Hopefully he'll be returned soon.

It got me thinking though, about a poem I found by John Donne.

For Whom the Bell Tolls
by John Donne

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

The smartest woman I've ever known said once that we're all connected here. Friends, allies, or enemies, we do all have in common that we're trapped in this enclosure together, for better or worse. It's something to think about I guess.

It's nice having a lot of books from other worlds to read, eh. Does anyone else have a favorite poem they'd like to share?

[The following is filtered from Ace 75%:]
I have a favor to ask of all the cooks in the village. Or rather, of any of the cooks in the village, or anyone interested. Ace isn't alone in having a rough time here lately, so I'd like to do something to help cheer him and the others up. Sometime before Christmas if we could all throw a feast and come together, I think it'd be good for everyone, eh? We could have cooking contests for amateurs or try new recipes or anything. Anyways, if you think it's a good idea, and you're interested, let me know.

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The nestling? I may not be able to do much in this cold but I will keep my eyes and my nose out for him.

[She doesn't have a poem as such. Most of the poems she knows are archaic and epic tales of love and loss, the rise and fall of kingdoms. She is not even sure what to say about Sabo-chan's disappearance. What is there to say? It is just the way it is.

Instead she will quietly sing, a bit unsteady in her voice but she will do her best for you, Marcchan]

Marco...your brother was taken?! [She didn't know Marco even had a brother, though. Oops.] What does he look like?

[Things haven't been looking up for Ace, so he's just going to go wherever you are, Marco, and sit next to you with Sabo's hat.] ... I'm worried for him.

[Here we have a very loud skeleton blowing his nose.]

That's one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard!

I'm not really one for get togethers. [ as expected from Ange, huh.. ]

But.. even so, I hope the two of you will be okay one way or another. If you tell me what your brother looks like, I'll try to keep an eye out for him too just in case.

Sabo-sama is your littlest brother?

[She squints, not really seeing the family resemblance.]

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I've been reading TS Eliot lately. You might try that.

Who was it who said that, about being connected?

And about the cooking thing, you know I'm still willing to help.

[Sabo's gone too? Pity. He liked the boy. Hopefully he'll be back.

In the spirit of things, Zoro writes:]

Foe unvanquished, I won't perish in the field;
I'll be born again, to take up the halberd seven more times.

Oh, I'll help, Marco. Ace is such a sweet boy--I want to make him very happy.

[She'll make sure to try her best, so she can see him smile. She'd like that very much.]

And I promise to look for your other brother, too.

[Even if...she doesn't actually know what he looks like. Whoops.]

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