onze + voice/action

[tearmeanewone]

[Voice]

Has anyone seen Booker DeWitt? Tall, sandy hair, typically frowning, has 'AD' on his hand? He's at Good Spirits usually, but I haven't seen him there in the past few days...

[She's been looking, too. Ever since that strange hole in everyone's memory, the destroyed wall in her bedroom, and Booker doing a disappearing act, she's felt very uneasy about his being missing. But all of his things were still in the house, so he couldn't have gone far...]

If anyone sees him, would you let him know that I'm-- that Elizabeth is waiting for him to come home?

[Action]

[In the mean time, there's a giant hole in her bedroom wall, and her bedroom is, of course, a disaster area. It's a little unnerving, truth be told, to not remember where so much damage came from, but she's trying to focus on Booker instead of her own memory. She's trying to distract herself with cleaning--moving chunks of wall out onto the grass outside, shaking out her bedding, attempting to put a curtain over the giant hole until it gets fixed...]

Comments

voice:

[shenevermisses]

Likes guns, right? And has... fire magic or whatever?

Haven't seen him for awhile, but I'll keep an eye out for him.

voice:

[tearmeanewone]

Yes and yes. [She'd accept 'fire magic or whatever' in place of Devil's Kiss.]

Thank you, Clove. I appreciate it.

voice:

[shenevermisses]

No problem. He's supposed to be teaching me to use a gun, so if he's gone missing, that's a problem.

[And... Well. How long's this one been here? She never knows.]

...His stuff still around?

voice:

[tearmeanewone]

Yes. [She answers that very quickly, before she could even consider what would happen to her if his things were gone.] Yes... his room looks like he got up and left it the way he always does, laundry, his weapons-- it's all here.

[voice]

[notyourutopian]

...He's missing?

[voice]

[tearmeanewone]

Yes, he is. But all of his things are still here so he can't have gone far...

[Still, she sounds nervous.]

[voice]

[notyourutopian]

Mm.

Sometimes people go to the beach. Or camp out in the woods?

[voice]

[tearmeanewone]

He would have told me he was going.

[...no, he probably wouldn't have, if something was wrong. The uneasy silence that follows suggests Elizabeth is reconsidering the statement. She would like to think that he would have told her.]

I can't imagine Booker camping, but maybe I'll check the beach...

[Voice]

[selphie_t]

[Selphie doesn't actually know many of Elizabeth's friends with the exception of Gai but she can definitely keep an eye out for the guy.]

Is it safe to assume that he sticks out like a sore thumb then?

[Voice]

[tearmeanewone]

[Elizabeth chuckles.] Depends on the situation. Sometimes he can look as average as can be, and other times he's like a bull in a china shop.

[Voice] - I am not responsible for the random crap that comes out of Selphie's mouth

[selphie_t]

Sounds like a chameleon then! Just without the tail. He'd probably look really dumb with a tail.

[Voice]

[tearmeanewone]

Er...

...no, I really don't think he's like a chameleon at all. [Booker the chameleon... not exactly.]

[ voice ]

[rashness]

Did he go missing when everyone lost their memory?

[ voice ]

[tearmeanewone]

I think so. One of the walls in my bedroom is completely torn out, and I really don't remember that happening. I'm... I'm afraid that the wall and his disappearing are linked.

[ voice ]

[rashness]

Chee- Forgetting things is bad enough, but not people have gone missing for it? [ Jackasses. He's not sure if it's better for worse that Shiemi went missing when he could actually remember it . He feels frustrated again ] I haven't seen 'em. But I'll tell you if I do.

[ voice ]

[tearmeanewone]

Thank you Rin, I appreciate it. I'm not too worried yet-- [Psh, that's a good lie.] --I mean, all of his things are here.

[Action]

[voidseeing]

[Booker's mysterious disappearance was all the reason Gai needed to move into the house temporarily while he was gone. It was no secret just how distressed Elizabeth was by this turn of events, made even more disconcerting by the fact that none of them had any memories of what had gone on over the weekend, much less what had destroyed the wall like that. It was hard NOT to feel uneasy over something like that; Gai didn't blame her one bit.

So he may be hovering a little more protectively than usual, try though he might to seem unobtrusive about it. In his eyes, it's his responsibility to look after her in Booker's absence. That much is the very least he can do for his soon-to-be father-in-law.

He's not surprised to find her in her bedroom again when he goes looking. It would probably be best for her not to spend too much time in there dwelling on it, though...]

You want something to eat?

[Action]

[tearmeanewone]

[Elizabeth is standing on her bed, trying to hang a sheet with stars on it over the hole. It doesn't quite fit over all of the hole, but she's trying.]

[She turns around when Gai comes into the room and smiles briefly.] I suppose that's something I should do soon.

[Action]

[voidseeing]

There should be enough leftovers in the fridge for lunch. I can't guarantee the same for Robert and Rosalind, but they can fend for themselves whenever they finally remember to eat.

[Normally he'd be right up there offering to help, but for some reason he's feeling more achy and sore than usual. For all he knows, it has something to do with Booker being missing. It's the most logical explanation.]

[Voice]

[wildbluevagner]

I'm sorry. I haven't seen anyone who looks like that. But... I'm gonna keep my eyes open, okay, Elizabeth? [...She seems like her old self again.]

[Voice]

[tearmeanewone]

No, it's alright, I didn't expect anyone to be on the lookout. But thank you Kurt, I appreciate the thought.

[Yes indeed, she appears to be her old self again.]

[Voice]

[wildbluevagner]

Don't worry about it. What if I stay on the lookout anyway? You can't stop me. I'm the amazing Nightcrawler!

[250mhzwabl]

I'll keep an eye out, Lizzie. Here's hoping for a speedy return.

[There's a bit of kitchen noise in the background, the pop and sizzle of fat in a pan. Clearly Jack had opted to respond immaediately rather than finish whatever he was doing first.]

Though, er. On that subject, you don't have to worry about looking out for Eugene any more.

[tearmeanewone]

Really? Did he come home?

[She wants to sound excited, but there's a weak tone to her voice.]

[250mhzwabl]

Yeah, just . . . a few decades younger.

[Which is bizarre, to say the least. He's just taking it one day at a time. One busy, exceedingly strange day at a time.]

Let me know if you need a warm meal to lift your spirits. I'm becoming an expert at toasted sandwiches and soup.