quatre + voice

[tearmeanewone]

[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...?


[Private to Gai - Columbia-Sponsored Unhackable]

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

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[tearmeanewone]

Yes, it really was. Honestly I don't know what I preferred, waking up to my first day of freedom here, or the way it actually happened.

How are you doing? [She smiles, fussing with her hair again.] Re-oriented? ...Robert and Miss Lutece are still alive, right?

[amonglions]

[He smiles to match her, finding that it doesn't come hard to do so right now.]

More or less, yeah.

[He won't bother telling her how weird it was going back to how he was and then...seeing how much he's actually forced to change about himself. Things happened, he shouldn't have expected anything else.

Then he realizes that sounds awful considering her last question and he quickly back-peddles. ]

I mean...me. I'm re-oriented. Mostly. Not the Luteces. They're still alive last I checked. But I guess they're probably re-oriented too... [creepy bastards.]

Uh...here. I brought you something. [Booker nudges the wagon full of books into the doorframe of her room and winces. He didn't mean to do it with that much force.] Sorry...

[tearmeanewone]

[Elizabeth refrains from laughing--she had guessed that 'More or less' had been Booker talking about himself and not about Robert and Rosalind. After all, she had been there when Booker had tried to take shots at them in Columbia, and she had seen them popping into various places in Luceti. Whatever had happened to them all, it was incredibly strange. Almost as though they had been taken back to the very point before they had all met...]

[She looks curiously at the wagon, wincing a little too when it knocks into the doorframe. Oh well, nothing major of course. Obviously she can tell at first sight that they're books, but on closer inspection...]

These are the books I picked out a few days ago... You were actually paying attention to that? [Elizabeth sounds both surprised and delighted. She didn't always assume that Booker was oblivious, but a few days ago Booker hadn't known much about Elizabeth at all. She hadn't expected he would remember what books she'd picked.]

[Also, the image of Booker dragging this wagon across Luceti is hard to not smile at.]

[amonglions]

[Booker shrugs with a grin struggling against his typically solemn demeanor, doesn't want to act pleased with himself when he truly is for reasons he doesn't quite understand himself.]

I got a good memory... sometimes. [When it's working at least, he thinks to himself with a wincing reminder of Columbia and the specifics of how he'd come to arrive there.

He decides, pragmatically, not to think about that though. Instead it's much nicer to focus on Elizabeth's happiness.]

I might have gotten some wrong, actually...

[He doesn't think she'll care much, but he wanted to do something to make up for getting back to thinking of her as a job.]