It took a little asking to find her and- well there she is. Looking nothing like the damn reports of a 'burning eye'd arsonist' the media liked to spin and more like. Well. Any other young woman that was really outta place on an army base. Still. He ables up with a smile, offering his hand.
"Hey, Elizabeth, right? I'm York. I'm gonna be working with you in the Department of Justice. Y'know. After."
Elizabeth's eyes are burning alright-- from very little sleep. If she's not working on some crafting project, she's up worrying about her trial and wondering why her lawyer wasn't calling her back (hint: 3AM). When York finds her, she's nearly asleep in her casserole.
She looks at his hand, then up at him.
"Oh--! Oh, right, after the trial, right," she smiles and takes his hand. "Nice to meet you, Mr. York. I didn't know my prospects after the trial were already public knowledge."
"Probably isn't. Hob told me when I came in to deliver a gift. Had a sit down 'come to jesus' talk. Sort of literally sort of not." Church, ha. Church and casserole. He shrugs and scrubs the back of his head, trying to appear as disarming as possible. "Just York- or well. I guess if this is a thing I'm doing you can just call me Taylor. York's kind of an oudated code name."
"Come to Jesus...?" Elizabeth hasn't actually heard that before, but she'll roll with it. She heard General Ravani's name in there, so that's good enough for her. There's a few uncertain beats while York figures out what Elizabeth should call him, but she stays patient throughout.
"Alright, if you're alright with me calling you Taylor, you can call me Liz," she smiles and indicates York should sit. "So what plans does General Ravani have for you in the Order?"
"Just that I should get put in. I don't think it's got all that much by way of people since the change over and the General doesn't really seem like she wants to get too hands on. I'm a former infiltration specialist and rainbow space marine so...wherever that'll do the most good." He shrugs, sliding in across from her. "I look forward to working with you, Liz."
"...Bright colors for stealth operatives. How about that." At least it wasn't outer space full of rainbows.
"Well, I'm guessing that because you're a marine you know how to fire a gun. And I'm pretty good at stealth operations myself. Maybe we'll work on something together sometime."
"I just wore the armor, I didn't design it." He shrugs. "Figure our Uniform will be a little more subdued here but that's fine. I was under the impression we were gonna be paired up. Partners."
"Partners?" This is clearly new information to her, and she doesn't look thrilled. She's only had one person she's considered to be a partner, and that's Booker. It would always be Booker, and only him.
"Gosh, that sounds like it could be really great, but I'm not the best partner. For anybody, really. I usually work by myself."
"And I used to have a squad till- well let's just say shit went bad real quick." He hadn't really tried his hand at a proper partnership since then. "We'll figure it out."
"I meant the Order of Justice thing. Whether we work together or solo, man, that depends on what needs doing more than anything else, right? I figure we work on our own to start we'll cover more ground." Backups' wrothwhile but they can both get around pretty quick, right?
I heard you had a difficult time outside the dome- between that and your new occupation I think you have more than earned a day of pampering. Let me know when it's most convinent for you and I'll send a car to fetch you for a full twenty four hours of my company and the most sinful indulgences possible under the dome.
[Elizabeth sees the message on her datapad during a break from moving her things from Lawrence's to Booker's, but once she sees who it's from she's internally swearing at the pad to load the message faster. It's silly, yes, but Elizabeth thinks she's allowed to be excited to hear from someone who made her feel... feminine and beautiful.]
[She reads the message and barely reins in a little blush and squirm. Yes, she'd definitely earned this. If she hadn't down in the sewers, she certainly had when she'd crawled through that dark death-trap outside the dome. And when she'd been on the receiving end of infected who just didn't want to face the needle. Now that she's remembering all of that, her back is starting to feel a little sore.]
Dear Juliett,
It's so good to hear from you again. I'm sorry I haven't had a minute to contact you since the last time we spoke, I feel like everything has been a whirlwind since the trial. All the more reason for me to be very excited at the idea of a day out. I can use one of my leave days at the Order tomorrow or the next day, whichever suits your schedule best.
I should tell you, though, I've had a change of address-- I'm living in D4 at the moment, in the Immune housing. With my father.
[...she hopes that's enough of a hint that whatever 'sinful' things go on, they shouldn't end up in a place where Booker could see. She's open and honest with Booker, sure... but not that honest just yet.]
Not that he would object to a day out, I'm sure he thinks I work too hard. But he's just arrived, he doesn't understand a lot of what's going on here just yet. He hasn't heard a lot of what's happened to me, yet.
I'm rambling, I have a lot on my mind. Yes, please send a car for me, I'll be yours all day long!
I'm sorry I have not made the time to reach out. With everything that has happened the casinos and clubs have kept me terribly busy, a day to relax is something I think I need as much as you. Tomorrow will be just fine, it's more than enough time to arrange everything I think you have more than earned in your devoted service to the dome and it's people.
So I should send a discreet car to fetch you rather than a limo? I think I can manage that. If need be I will meet him myself and promise to have you back by midnight, though I'd rather keep you as long as you'll have me.
Oh, that could be much longer than you find me interesting... [Elizabeth whispers to her datapad and rolls a little on the sofa, giggling. She's being silly, she has to pull it together to respond.]
Miss Juliett,
Please don't apologize, we've all been busy. Reconnecting now will be wonderful, with everything behind us.
Truthfully, he might get a kick out of a limo. He's probably never seen one before. What I'm worried about is probably ridiculous to you and everyone else here, but I'm pretty sure he's under the impression that he only has to worry about men taking me out. If that makes sense. Really, I think he'd prefer it if no one took me out in that fashion-- I think most fathers are like that, right?
Let's not give him any kind of deadline, I'm sure he'd understand if we wanted to have breakfast together, for instance.
Are you implying that you wish me to keep you for the night? I was not going to be so bold as to suggest it myself but I would be more than happy to accommodate you.
[Elizabeth flops back on the couch, face burning. She really had implied that, but she hadn't meant to imply it. She'd just thought that 'a full 24 hours' had included...]
Miss Juliett,
I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to invite myself to be kept for the night-- I just thought that you were being literal when you said '24 hours'. Not that I don't want to, I just wouldn't feel right about it unless you're actually happy to accommodate me. I don't want to take advantage in any way.
No, no, none of that. It is no imposition at all and I will be, as I said, more than pleased to keep you for as long as you'll let me. And do believe me when I say that you most likely will not be the one taking advantage- and if you are? I am more than happy to allow it.
Alright, if you say it's no imposition, I'm thrilled at the invitation. I'll pack a bag accordingly.
I just might be taking advantage, you have no idea what kind of paper-thin mattress I'm sleeping on right now. You might have to pry me off of yours with a crowbar.
Oh, more than fair. Of course, by the end of it I'm sure both Booker and the chef will be crazy, but I suppose I can accept that outcome if I end up rested.
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Action early evening (February 26th) - army base
"Hey, Elizabeth, right? I'm York. I'm gonna be working with you in the Department of Justice. Y'know. After."
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She looks at his hand, then up at him.
"Oh--! Oh, right, after the trial, right," she smiles and takes his hand. "Nice to meet you, Mr. York. I didn't know my prospects after the trial were already public knowledge."
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"Alright, if you're alright with me calling you Taylor, you can call me Liz," she smiles and indicates York should sit. "So what plans does General Ravani have for you in the Order?"
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"Did you... actually say 'rainbow space marine'?"
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"Well, I'm guessing that because you're a marine you know how to fire a gun. And I'm pretty good at stealth operations myself. Maybe we'll work on something together sometime."
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"Gosh, that sounds like it could be really great, but I'm not the best partner. For anybody, really. I usually work by myself."
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"Well I used to have a partner too, and I lost him. Not really in a rush to 'figure it out' again."
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"Alright, I'm willing to be flexible while we both get our feet planted in the Order. I'm not against giving it a try, I guess."
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text; private evening 240
Darling Elizabeth,
I heard you had a difficult time outside the dome- between that and your new occupation I think you have more than earned a day of pampering. Let me know when it's most convinent for you and I'll send a car to fetch you for a full twenty four hours of my company and the most sinful indulgences possible under the dome.
With great affection-
Juliett
text; private evening 240
[She reads the message and barely reins in a little blush and squirm. Yes, she'd definitely earned this. If she hadn't down in the sewers, she certainly had when she'd crawled through that dark death-trap outside the dome. And when she'd been on the receiving end of infected who just didn't want to face the needle. Now that she's remembering all of that, her back is starting to feel a little sore.]
Dear Juliett,
It's so good to hear from you again. I'm sorry I haven't had a minute to contact you since the last time we spoke, I feel like everything has been a whirlwind since the trial. All the more reason for me to be very excited at the idea of a day out. I can use one of my leave days at the Order tomorrow or the next day, whichever suits your schedule best.
I should tell you, though, I've had a change of address-- I'm living in D4 at the moment, in the Immune housing. With my father.
[...she hopes that's enough of a hint that whatever 'sinful' things go on, they shouldn't end up in a place where Booker could see. She's open and honest with Booker, sure... but not that honest just yet.]
Not that he would object to a day out, I'm sure he thinks I work too hard. But he's just arrived, he doesn't understand a lot of what's going on here just yet. He hasn't heard a lot of what's happened to me, yet.
I'm rambling, I have a lot on my mind. Yes, please send a car for me, I'll be yours all day long!
Also with great affection,
Elizabeth
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Darling Elizabeth,
I'm sorry I have not made the time to reach out. With everything that has happened the casinos and clubs have kept me terribly busy, a day to relax is something I think I need as much as you. Tomorrow will be just fine, it's more than enough time to arrange everything I think you have more than earned in your devoted service to the dome and it's people.
So I should send a discreet car to fetch you rather than a limo? I think I can manage that. If need be I will meet him myself and promise to have you back by midnight, though I'd rather keep you as long as you'll have me.
I look forward to seeing you again,
Juliett.
text; private evening 240
Miss Juliett,
Please don't apologize, we've all been busy. Reconnecting now will be wonderful, with everything behind us.
Truthfully, he might get a kick out of a limo. He's probably never seen one before. What I'm worried about is probably ridiculous to you and everyone else here, but I'm pretty sure he's under the impression that he only has to worry about men taking me out. If that makes sense. Really, I think he'd prefer it if no one took me out in that fashion-- I think most fathers are like that, right?
Let's not give him any kind of deadline, I'm sure he'd understand if we wanted to have breakfast together, for instance.
I'll be ready!
Elizabeth
text; private evening 240
Darling Elizabeth,
Are you implying that you wish me to keep you for the night? I was not going to be so bold as to suggest it myself but I would be more than happy to accommodate you.
Juliett
text; private evening 240
[Elizabeth flops back on the couch, face burning. She really had implied that, but she hadn't meant to imply it. She'd just thought that 'a full 24 hours' had included...]
Miss Juliett,
I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to invite myself to be kept for the night-- I just thought that you were being literal when you said '24 hours'. Not that I don't want to, I just wouldn't feel right about it unless you're actually happy to accommodate me. I don't want to take advantage in any way.
Elizabeth
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Darling Eliabeth,
No, no, none of that. It is no imposition at all and I will be, as I said, more than pleased to keep you for as long as you'll let me. And do believe me when I say that you most likely will not be the one taking advantage- and if you are? I am more than happy to allow it.
Juliett
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Alright, if you say it's no imposition, I'm thrilled at the invitation. I'll pack a bag accordingly.
I just might be taking advantage, you have no idea what kind of paper-thin mattress I'm sleeping on right now. You might have to pry me off of yours with a crowbar.
Elizabeth
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Darling Elizabeth,
I may just have to keep you for a week if you're sleeping so poorly.
Juliett
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Oh I couldn't possibly-- poor Booker will start eating out of dumpsters again, I couldn't be responsible for that.
Elizabeth
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Darling Elizabeth,
I'll send him my personal chef while you're away. Fair?
Juliett
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Oh, more than fair. Of course, by the end of it I'm sure both Booker and the chef will be crazy, but I suppose I can accept that outcome if I end up rested.
Elizabeth
text; private evening 240
Darling Elizabeth,
I assure you my chefs are made of sterner stuff than that- but then they've never had to contend with a man that ate from the garbage.
Juliett
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They've never had to contend with Booker, either. I'll see you tomorrow.
Elizabeth