006 ◉ audio

[imaginate]

[ Calm, faintly amused: ]

I’m looking for someone who can teach Aya to have fun.

But, Honor Guard Rayner, I am well aware of the definition of ‘having fun’. Green Lantern Hal Jordan has informed me repeatedly in the time we spent traveling together.

[ A pause. He taps his fingers on the desk. ]

Theory is different from practice, Aya. [ A beat. ] And Hal has a really... weird definition.

...I am inclined to agree, yes. Very well. I am not adverse to experimenting with new ideas.

… Right. Anyway. [ Louder, addressing the console: ] If you’d like payment, money’s of no object. It’ll be a few weeks at most.

003; video; (joint post)

[washitaway]

[Today, Booker is sitting back a ways from the console, and the reason for this becomes apparent very quickly - he’s holding a gorgeous custom guitar, which was a Christmas gift from Elizabeth. He holds it almost as though he’s worried it’ll disappear if he looks at it too much or misuses it in the slightest. It is easily the nicest guitar he’s ever had the pleasure of playing, and his big hands are almost reverential as he tunes it.

He also, it must be admitted, looks a little uncomfortable - he’s not used to doing this for an audience. He doesn’t play for people - he plays for himself, mostly, when he can and when he feels like it. Performing isn’t something that comes naturally to him. But, as usual, he’s being compelled to do it by a small, pretty girl with big blue eyes.]

So, Elizabeth wants to sing for you all. As a happy New Year, maybe. [His eyes slide to the girl in question, because this was her idea, so she can talk now.]

[Elizabeth, on the other hand, raises an eyebrow at Booker. What a great way to put that, Booker. Really. We all know what this is really about. And she’s going to tell the turtle.] I mostly just wanted Booker to play- he’s amazing, even if he won’t admit it. [haha! Take that!]

[Booker grimaces a little.] I am not, don’t go makin’ claims like that and getting everyone’s expectations up. [Still, he strums a chord, making sure it’s all ready to go.] Let’s just do this.

[Booker gets another look from Elizabeth, a small dart of her eyes, before she looks at the screen. Let them be the judge of that, she’s all but saying out loud. All the same, she says nothing else out loud, but instead, she turns away from the console. From there, it’s easier to focus on the man across from her, and not get what she would probably equate to stage fright. With a smile, Elizabeth nods, starting to sing as he plays.]
I'll take you home again, Kathleen
Across the ocean wild and wide
To where your heart has ever been
Since you were first my bonnie bride.

[The song ends, and Booker looks to Elizabeth - he likes her singing, but he wants to cut the feed now. Please, Liz?] Uh, thanks for listening.

[Yes, they can cut the feed now, Booker. With a smile, and something soft and bright in her eyes, Elizabeth reaches forward and presses the ‘off’ button.]

[ooc: let us know who you wanna talk to in the tags <3]

o6 ☽ video;

[traitorously]

[Usually when Catty posts to the network, she's bright and full of energy. This Catty is more subdued, a distant, untouchable sort of look on her face as she looks pensively at the screen. Her head shifts a little, and as the light changes it's possible to see that her eyes have a phosphorescent sort of glow to them, like a cat's.]

I'm painting. [There's a pause, before she gives herself a little shake; a sheepish grin touches her lips, but she still seems sort of distracted] Um, what I mean is, does anyone want a portrait done? Or something else. A landscape, something totally made up, whatever. I ran out of ceiling space, and I feel like I need to keep busy right now. I wouldn't charge or anything.