un + action/voice

[tearmeanewone]

[Action]

“Booker? Booker?!”

Elizabeth could almost still smell the sulfur and fire, and feel the heat coming from Monument Island. It had felt, for a moment, like the world was being pressed and burned into her bones, swelling up against her ribcage and expelling itself in the form of a brilliant, blinding light that enveloped her, Booker, and Songbird. That was what she'd seen, she was almost certain of it.

But instead of her jailer and her strange fellow convict, Elizabeth was brought out of the sky and out of the clouds and light and into cool water. Not that she'd never ended up in water before, but it was very disorienting. She thrashed and doggy-paddled to the edge of the lake, realizing that if Booker had been anywhere nearby, he would have answered her.

The silence was lonely, and familiar. She didn't like it at all. Even the sounds of gunfire would have been welcome as opposed to the sound of her struggling to slosh out of the lake and onto the shore. Everything seemed to echo, even the drips coming off of the plain dress she had somehow ended up in. New place, new clothes, wings on her back... Elizabeth reached out awkwardly and touched them, drawing a hand back in dismay and shock when she realized she could feel her hand on her wing. Wings. She had wings now, when did that happen?

“It's okay, Elizabeth,” she said aloud, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to calm down and warm herself a little. “It's... probably not this wet in heaven.” She sniffled from the chill of being soaked head to foot, and took in her surroundings while trying not to wonder if she had in fact killed herself and Booker by opening that tear. It had led somewhere significant, somewhere foreign and different where madness was king. She had thought she'd seen a sea, but perhaps it was this lake. Perhaps she was in a different place where madness was king...

“Booker!” she called again, almost desperate. Biting back tears and a lump in her throat, she looked around the lake once more. She had lived alone for years. And in the first scrap of quiet she'd heard in a long time, she couldn't find comfort standing by herself.

Shivering, Elizabeth looked around for any movement and saw a patch of royal blue on the ground. Her dress, folded neatly with a thin book. Who did that...?


[Audio]

[The audio starts up, unexpectedly, but Elizabeth seems to know how this is supposed to work. It's like a Voxophone, right? Only it's somehow transmitted everywhere.]

Can anyone hear this? I don't know what day it is, or where I'm supposed to be. Booker? There's a, uh, lake here, and some trees. [She sighs, her voice wavering.] I'm freezing out here, and if you're running around sticking your head in trashcans I'm going to be really mad!




((Catch her walking through the forest or into the village! She has her journal open too, and will be 'Voxophoning' actively.))

Comments

[voice]

[rashness]

Err... Lady, I dunno if this Booker guy's gonna hear it or not, but I'm hearing it. [It's not really that cold anymore, but...]

voice;

[osoreirimasu]

...I don't believe there are many trash cans one can stick one's head in.

...Which begs the question of why your friend would stick their head into trash cans? Is it...a custom in your home?

[voice]

[handing]

Hello there. [Pepper keeps her voice steady; it's pretty clear the woman is upset from how her voice shakes, and just as obvious that she's new from what she transmits. Hearing she's freezing it a bit unusual though, since the weather's turned warm.]

Everyone with a journal can hear you, yes. I'm sure you'll get several responses. [Hopefully one from this Booker person, although the name doesn't ring any bells with Pepper.] My name's Pepper. You said you saw a lake, right?

[video]

[tokennonbender]

[Well this sounded familiar, since she went through the same thing herself only a few days before. So she appears on the little square in the page, offering a small wave.]

Yes, we can hear you. Did you just wake up here? Are you alright?

action

[changethepast]

[ Serah doesn't wander off into the woods alone as a habit... but on occasion it is known to happen, and in the process she tries to be very careful- not because she's really afraid of the animals or anything, but you never know who you might meet here outside the loose confines of the village.

When she hears someone talking, she immediately halts in place, listening. Likewise, the dog that's with her automatically freezes as well, quite practiced at following the lead of his mistresses by now. ]

Hello?

[ She's cautious as she calls out, squinting through the trees... ]

voice

[stilldontgotit]

Hey, if it's any consolation, I haven't seen anybody looking into the trash lately. There's not really a need given what they pack into the shops.

Speaking of, if you can spot the river, you should try following it away from its source-- that's the quickest way back to the village.

Action

[differentstrokes]

[Jake had taken a step out into the forest to give himself some space from the village. He still hadn't quite gotten used to some of the oddities of this place, and quite honestly he didn't really want to. He was interested in just trying to get home than get friendly with everyone.

As he moved closer to the river, he stopped as he noticed someone else traveling through the woods. Didn't seem like they had a clear sense of where they were going and those plain clothes...]

Hey! The village is that way.

[Action]

[of_sablier]

[That's a rather soggy and lost-looking girl making her way into the village there, so being a gentleman (or at least being good at pretending to be one), Jack changes course to walk over her way, removing his own coat to hold out to her.]

Goodness, it looks like you had quite the unfortunate arrival.

[Voice] HERE YOU GET TWO OF MINE

[dancing_flames]

I'd say you have more to worry about than just being cold if your friend goes around sticking his head in trashcans.