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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tearmeanewone) wrote2014-10-27 11:02 am
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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
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[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.
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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
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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
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[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
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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