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[songburdened]

Hello? I hope this is working... I'm never really sure.

[ Elizabeth, looking much more cheerful than during her last broadcast, smiles brightly for the camera. ]

Well! I've been having some strange headaches lately, so I thought it might help to focus my attentions on something. I was given a few things from home in my locker after the last Jump and put them to good use.

[ Voilà! She reveals a painting. Elizabeth beams at it as she turns from the camera, then chews thoughtfully on her lip as if looking to fault it. ]

I only had red, so it isn't as... vivid as I might have liked, but I'm hoping that the next Jump will have a few more colors. [ She huffs shortly, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. ] If anyone else has any art supplies and wouldn't mind sharing, please let me know! It seems a little morbid, almost, just using black and red.

And... I can do some sketches or paintings for anyone, if there are any requests. I'm far from any kind of proficiency, but it does help to take my mind off of things.


[ private to Booker DeWitt ]

Where are you? You are on this floor and I wanted to show you something!


[ private to Murphy Pendleton ]

I wanted to apologize for-- well, everything. You know. [ She flushes, clearly fretting. ] I can't tell you how... mortified I am.

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[songburdened]

[ In the meantime, she busies herself by whisking away the dishes as they're emptied, including his, once he's finished, and depositing them in the sink. She peers at them for a moment, turning on the water, and then retrieves some dish soap after a moment of searching around the nearby cabinets. Once that's done, she dries them off with the paper towels on the counter; one is the recipient of a drop of blood from her nose and she grumbles, cleaning it again and finally stacking her work nearby. ]

There. [ It'd be rude just to leave their dirty things there for someone else, wouldn't it? ]

Ready?

[dewittinvestigations]

[ Booker feels a little useless when she comes over and deftly whisks his bowl away before he can offer to help. Just sitting there while she cleans up doesn't sit right with him.

So he looks around for more to do, finally settling on putting away the produce and other food they'd pulled out and hadn't ended up eating. He finishes about when she does, and nods. ]

Ready.

[ He considers offering her his arm...but they're past that now, aren't they? However Elizabeth feels about it, he'd as much as told her they shouldn't be friends anymore. It's unfair to start playing around like they are now.

So he resigns himself to a silent, probably awkward walk back to her room. And then...who knows. Maybe she'll decide he's right about the whole thing after all. ]

[songburdened]

[ Even Elizabeth feels the tension hanging between them, thick and tangible like a spider's web, stuck to them both and difficult to remove entirely. She casts furtive glances at him every so often, trying to strike up meaningless conversation, but things are different. ]

... Thank you for walking me back. [ It's common courtesy, after all, though he's still likely deny the gratitude. She shifts where she stands, unsure of what to say, or do. ]

Think about how I should be trained, or... what have you, and then come find me. All right? [ She furrows her brows, and adds: ] If too much time passes, I'll come knocking. You know that.

[dewittinvestigations]

I'll think about it.

[ He won't be happy about it, but he'll do it. Booker stands there for a moment, just looking at her. He opens his mouth, looking as if he's about to say something else...and then just shakes his head, defeated. ]

Goodbye, Elizabeth.