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[wanttosmashitup]

Kim threw the pen down onto the desk and dropped his head into his hands. He was trying to sort through some of the documents from the Island Council office to create a more in depth history for the museum. But while he was getting a lot of data, there was no background, no depth. No human element that truly created history

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[patriotqueen]

Guy felt strange - and it wasn't due to the four drinks he had drunk for breakfast. He had accidentally contemplated his life on the island and in those few horrid seconds of self-reflection he had come to the conclusion that his life in England was starting to look like the past. So many years had passed, that it had become the past. This might not seem a revelation, but Guy felt very disturbed by it.

He met Kim at his desk for one purpose only; to get back to the old days by means of liquor and stories. "Drink?" He asked, but it wasn't quite a question.

[wanttosmashitup]

Kim looked up and a half drunk Guy was like the answer his prayers. Well, hurried prayers in a moment of duress that one usually doesn't mean perhaps. "Please." Was the obvious answer.

[patriotqueen]

Guy had always known he was the answer to Kim's silent prayers... but that was a matter for another time. For now, a drink!

He took a chair and set himself beside the desk. The two glasses he had brought with him, he placed on the desk and poured them both a home-made brew. Strong. That was all that mattered.

He looked at the papers on the desk. "How is it going?"

[wanttosmashitup]

As if to show how it was going, Kim lifted the glass and drank half of it in one go. It was horribly strong, to the point he winced slightly around the eyes, but it was exactly what he needed.

"It's a nightmare." Kim said harshly. "Oh I have a factual time line yes, but that tells me nothing. Not to mention it's a history mostly marked by natural disasters and island hijinks. Barely anything formed by humans themselves."