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tearmeanewone) wrote2013-10-15 08:11 pm
tearmeanewone) wrote2013-10-15 08:11 pm
Entry tags:
cinq + voice/action
[Voice]
Good morning, Luceti! I'm twenty-one today!
[And clearly, she's just a little font of joy because of it.]
This is the first birthday I've had outside of my tower at home. I know Eugene had a rave, but what has everyone else done for their birthdays while they've been here? Or, I suppose if you haven't had a birthday here, what did you typically do?
[Action]
[Elizabeth doesn't take the day off, even though it's her birthday. She's happy being out and about, enjoying the day and being in the village. She goes to the grocery store, pokes around the item shop and clothing shop a little, picks up some of Booker's preferred whiskey at Good Spirits... she's even running errands she really doesn't have to run. And while she loves the library, today she chooses to read for a bit outdoors--because otherwise she'd spend all day inside. It's a good day to be alive, and that's how Elizabeth is viewing it, and she's going to spend it out in the world. For the first time.]
Good morning, Luceti! I'm twenty-one today!
[And clearly, she's just a little font of joy because of it.]
This is the first birthday I've had outside of my tower at home. I know Eugene had a rave, but what has everyone else done for their birthdays while they've been here? Or, I suppose if you haven't had a birthday here, what did you typically do?
[Action]
[Elizabeth doesn't take the day off, even though it's her birthday. She's happy being out and about, enjoying the day and being in the village. She goes to the grocery store, pokes around the item shop and clothing shop a little, picks up some of Booker's preferred whiskey at Good Spirits... she's even running errands she really doesn't have to run. And while she loves the library, today she chooses to read for a bit outdoors--because otherwise she'd spend all day inside. It's a good day to be alive, and that's how Elizabeth is viewing it, and she's going to spend it out in the world. For the first time.]
Well you give love a bad name. (nottalking)
[She doesn't want to judge what Booker was doing at the bar, but she's vaguely glad he's turned his attention away from the glass. Not that Booker couldn't hold his liquor, but Elizabeth never felt more helpless, and strangely more responsible, when she saw Booker brooding at the bottom of a glass.]
Alright-- [Elizabeth climbs up into the stool next to him.] I'm twenty-one today, I think that's plenty old enough to have a glass of wine with my oldest friend. [She smiles at him again once she's settled.] What do you say?