tearmeanewone | quatre + voice

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[Backdated to Event End...]

[Voice]

I think that was, maybe, the most haphazard experiment I've been here during. I can't even make a speculation at what the purpose of it was aside from confuse us all.

But I suppose I did meet quite a few people, so perhaps inadvertently its purpose was to remind me of that time when I thought life was much simpler. [That time when she thought no one would ever hurt her, and everything in life was new and beautiful.] And I suppose it gave me my hair back. It's as long as it was before I cut it, now. It's nice, I suppose, but does anyone here give haircuts...?

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How are you feeling? I only grazed you with the lamp, didn't I...? [UNSURE TONE IS UNSURE...]

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Ah, did it bruise?! [She sounds honestly distressed and embarrassed.] I'm sorry, I was so impulsive back then. I hit Booker with a wrench, just like I did with you. [Fake crying and everything.]

You hit him with a wrench?

[This is a story he has not heard, but now that he knows about it, he's pretty sure he wants to.]

Do I want to know what he did to deserve that?

Well... he put me on an airship he said was going to Paris, and then changed the coordinates to New York City. At that point he didn't really know me very well, and he thought he could trick me. He said he had to take me to New York in exchange for his gambling debts.

So I... well, I showed him how to trick someone.

And you hit him with a wrench to teach him a lesson.

[Yep. If he hadn't been convinced that Elizabeth was the perfect woman before, he certainly is now.]

You really are something else. [Then, a beat, and he lets his voice slide down the register just a shade.] I like it.

[Translation: no, he's not angry about the lamp.]

Knocked him out cold. [And she does sound satisfied about that. She loves Booker dearly, but that had been a terrible thing to do. And really, he'd never done it again. So mission accomplished.]

[Speaking of things accomplished.]

[Elizabeth has been as innocent and pure as the white driven snow since before the mission. And those three words are like liquid magic. She's weak at the knees and close to swooning from three words.]

How are you feeling, lamps aside?

[Translation: I can have a bag packed in four minutes.]

Better than I've been in a long time.

[The Malnosso being the Malnosso, they hadn't allowed him the kindness of being freed from the Apocalypse Virus once he'd returned to Luceti. But even though they'd essentially performed a physical "reset" on him when he arrived, it also meant that he's no longer dealing with the fatigue from the mission, so compared to that? He feels pretty damn fantastic.

And it's not hard at all for him to pick up on her implication there.]

Want to come over?

Yes.

I need to pack a bag, though.

Is it alright if I bring a few things?

[Like a nightgown. And a change of clothes. Because she wants to spend the entire day with Gai if he'll let her.]

Bring as much as you'd like-- I recall you saying something about wanting to have me all to yourself for a day or two. I'll go stock up on groceries while you're packing. Any special requests?

[He'd meant what he said about neither one of them leaving the apartment for a long time.]

Ice cream? Pancakes, those would be good. And I think we've earned some wine. Oh, and I read something about strawberries...

[As she's recording all of this, she's pulling things together and putting them in one of her larger shopping bags. The prospect of the intimacy is wonderful, but Elizabeth is hurrying because she can't wait to spend the day--the entire day--with Gai.]

Just don't ask me for pickles or I'm going to start worrying.

[He doesn't realize until he's already said it that she probably won't get the joke... which may be just as well, because he's not sure that he really wants to have to explain that, especially not after a certain conversation that occurred during that experiment.]

...are pickles somehow offensive to you? [Elizabeth chuckles, eyebrows raised and looking, perplexed, into her bag. Nightgown, another blouse, she has her corset on... Hm.]

Not yet, and I'm hoping they stay that way.

[It's an answer without really being an answer, and he is content to leave it at that unless she decides to press. (He's hoping she won't.)]

You had better not be trying to pull one over on me. You know how that turns out, now.

[He laughs.]

I was just making a reference that apparently doesn't exist where you're from. It's no conspiracy, I promise.

It better be, or I'm going to jump you the second you walk through the door. With a lamp.

Is that a threat or a promise?

Oh a threat, easily a threat. But I do promise to hit you with a lamp if it turns out pickles are somehow code for 'I'm going to take you to New York in exchange for my debts'.

You're in luck-- there's only one place I plan on taking you, and it sure as hell isn't New York.

Oh I don't know, New York might be a good place to visit. What's my other option?

I've already given you a guided tour.

...I'll race you there.

You're on.

[AND IT'S ON.]

[Elizabeth buttons up her blouse, closes her bag and is out the window in a matter of minutes. She is going to win this one, Gai has to get groceries for crying out loud.]

[Somehow this is a competition Gai can't bring himself to care about losing, because either way, the end result is going to be something he enjoys.

... this is still going to be the fastest grocery run he's ever made, and Elizabeth might catch him almost running down the hall to his apartment door, bags in hand...]

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