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tearmeanewone) wrote2014-01-30 10:36 pm
tearmeanewone) wrote2014-01-30 10:36 pm
onze + voice/action
[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...]
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...]
[Voice]
Is it safe to assume that he sticks out like a sore thumb then?
[Voice]
[Voice] - I am not responsible for the random crap that comes out of Selphie's mouth
[Voice]
...no, I really don't think he's like a chameleon at all. [Booker the chameleon... not exactly.]
[Voice]
[Voice]
[Voice]
Pretty sure you've got your place covered so I'll go prowl around the bar and badger people until they tell me if they've seen the guy.
[Selphie can be very persuasive when she wants to be.]
Want me to drag him back home when I find him?