deux + voice/action

[tearmeanewone]

[Voice]

I've-- Oh, wait. Hello Luceti! [Right, she can't just start talking like you do with Voxophones.]

I've recently, this past New Feather cycle, brought two more people into my apartment. Up until now I haven't been... cooking, exactly. [She's been eating whatever she can get ready-made, namely.] Does anyone have any... somewhat simple cooking recipes for two adult men and one slightly smaller girl?

And can someone explain to me how to work the oven...?



[Action]

[Later in the day, Elizabeth ventures out to the grocery store to pick up things for her first cooking adventure! Though it's a trial, even at the store. Elizabeth keeps looking between different things and consulting her journal and looking back at the shelves... and frowning. Because this is all extremely complicated. No wonder this was done for her every day... This would probably take her weeks to figure out.]

Comments

grocery store action

[amonglions]

[He doesn't know how to feel about being here, much less having chicken wings. What he does know is that he will do almost anything to avoid spending too much time in the same room as Robert Lutece.

Call it paranoia, call it guilt, a ridiculous grudge - what have you. He didn't like the man, end of story. He was still anticipating the physicist and his counterpart to just...pop out of nowhere and be horribly cryptic and sarcastic. He didn't like that feeling.

Besides, he'd much rather spend time with someone he can be comfortable with. Which at this point, is Elizabeth exclusively.]

So...what're we here for again?

[This is him trying to be helpful.]

grocery store action

[tearmeanewone]

[Elizabeth is starting to pick up on the fact that Robert and Booker do not get along. Of course neither of them will talk about why, at least not while Elizabeth is present. It's annoying to say the least, but she's putting on a positive face and hoping the two of them will just work out their differences on their own.]

Ah... Rice. And... [She consults her journal again.] Milk? And some other things too, but I'm not sure what I'm going to try tonight.

[amonglions]

[It's much easier to just ignore Lutece and keep on keeping on.]

Alright.

[Besides it'll be good for Booker to just forget the scientist is even here while he gets his bearings. Eventually he'll stop tagging along with Elizabeth everywhere. Eventually. Right now though it doesn't seem like she minds it too much. Which is good, because as far as touchstones go right now: Elizabeth is it.]

Well, I ain't too picky about what I eat. [No shit.] So unless your other...house-guest has any preferences I guess you can just do what you want.

[tearmeanewone]

[Elizabeth doesn't mind Booker following her places. Truth be told, she missed that sense of companionship, and Booker is the person she's most familiar with when it comes to running around town. She missed him, and he probably still needs some orienting in terms of where things were, where they lived in relation to the village and so on.]

I know you aren't-- [No eating out of trashcans here, Booker.] --but you still must have something you like to eat...

[She scrolls through some notes on her journal. Maybe spaghetti...]

Does Mr. Lutece really bother you that much, Booker?

[amonglions]

Yes.

[It's quick and obviously no thought was put into it but he sounds like he means it so...there's that.

He doesn't blame the man for his own choices but Robert was a vehicle in it and he hates the man for that just as much as he hates Comstock and himself for things they've done.]

I think he might be broke.

[What with the talking to himself thing..]

[tearmeanewone]

[Well, Booker was never one to mince words. No dancing around the subject. Elizabeth frowns a little, but accepts the answer easily enough. Things were going to be tense for a while, even if she didn't quite understand why (maybe Booker's just irate about the Lutece twins' very mysterious manner when he himself was very to-the-point?), but it wasn't discouraging. They both seemed to attempt to be civil when she was in the room, at least.]

That's why I offered to let him stay with me, before you came. It's been a couple of weeks, and he's still talking to himself and forgetting he has to eat. [She sighs and looks away from the shelf and back to Booker.] He did give us the schematic so we knew where to get the whistle. I'd feel responsible if anything happened to him.

[amonglions]

[Booker twists like there's something sneaking down his back, cold and slimy. Unlike Elizabeth, he doesn't feel anything towards Robert other than a passive contempt. The man might've helped them when they needed it but from what Booker understood of his own interactions with the man before and listening to the Voxophones...Robert wanted to right his wrongs.

Booker could understand that. It didn't mean he had to forgive the man.

Just as Booker wouldn't allow himself any room for redemption, he wouldn't allow Robert any either. They made their beds, now they had to lie in them and deal with it.]

I suppose. You do what you want with him, but I ain't gonna act like I like the man just 'cause he's taking up space.

[There's way too much food in this store.]

...How the hell are we supposed to make any decisions in here?

[tearmeanewone]

[Elizabeth sighed, but found herself smiling anyway. Booker would be Booker, and if she was being honest with herself she missed Booker being unapologetically Booker.]

Just don't shoot at him? I think it might stick here. [She consults her list again.] Alright, how about we just do spaghetti tonight. That seems simple enough, right? Not too many decisions to make.

[She looks around the aisle.] Just... need to find where the pasta is.