Voxophone I -- video

[beunbroken]

[UNLIKE her… friend? escort? companion? partner-in-crime?, Elizabeth had significantly less-trouble starting the network running. Probably because she paid attention to what was being told to her. What can she say? She picks things up pretty easily. After turning on the PC, she settles down in front of it, looking at it curiously. This is where the feed begins.]

Oh! Hello! You really can see my face! It's like a voxophone and a Kinetoscope all in one!

Right. My name's Elizabeth- I'm looking for a man? He's tall, brown hair, rugged-looking, scowls all the time, like this: [She contorts her face into an exaggerated scowl for a moment, before returning to an easier-to-look-at face.] His name is Booker Dewitt, and if anyone has seen him… Well, I hope he's here. [Did she actually just say that? Yes, yes she did.]

And if he's not? Well, then, hello!

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[beunbroken]

Then I'll just have to learn it. [Elizabeth is a certified Ravenclaw, okay? LEARN ALL THE THINGS. Like new languages.]

How long have you been here?

[washitaway]

[He's sure she will - as far as Booker is concerned, Elizabeth could probably learn anything she wanted to. SHE IS SUPER SMART!]

About a week. Folks here - they seem all right. Willing to help. [He's still wary, of course, that'll probably never go away - but he's been waiting for the other shoe to drop for a week and nothing.]

[beunbroken]

[She's your daughter, of course she is.]

That's... [She's wary, too, after everything they've been through. Nothing is what it seems at first glance.] good. Have you done much exploring? [Now that people aren't trying to kidnap her, she wants to explore.]

[washitaway]

Mostly just... learning my way around. [Yeah, he's not about to start trusting everyone on sight, but the fact that he's made it a whole week here without anyone trying to kill him is definitely a point in Tu Vishan's favor.]

[beunbroken]

We'll have to go exploring together, then. [And she should get some not-dirty clothes.]

[washitaway]

Sure - whatever you want. [He'd rather do it with her, anyway - someone needs to keep an eye on her, after all. Just because Comstock isn't here, doesn't mean there won't be dangerous people.]

[beunbroken]

[Booker, your protective streak is obvious.]

You really mean it? [She's smiling, traces of tears gone.] Booker, thank you. I mean it. I keep saying it, but I want you to know how much I mean it. You're... Well, you're my only friend.

[washitaway]

I - I know you mean it. You don't have to keep thanking me, though, really.

[He's a little embarrassed by it, actually. He's not usually the kind of guy who does things that people thank him for.]

And you'll make lots of friends, now. [Friends who are also girls, and closer to her own age, is what he means.]

[beunbroken]

I know. I'm sorry. I just... I really think you deserve it. You did a lot more for me than you needed to. Even after I attacked you. [Multiple times. With various weaponry.]

I hope so. I want to. And you'll make friends, too.

[washitaway]

It was nothin' I didn't deserve.

[He shrugs it off, because that's the only way he knows how to deal with things like that.]

We should start by getting you some decent clothes to wear. [Aka stop running around in that corset, geez.]

[beunbroken]

[She has a jacket, okay. Not her fault Lady Comstock's blouse didn't fit. And it certainly wasn't her fault that, y'know, HER ORIGINAL BLOUSE WAS COVERED IN DIRT, BLOOD, AND RIPPED.

...okay the blood may have been her fault, but they weren't talking about that.]

I... Yeah. I can't disagree with you there.

[washitaway]

Then that's what we'll do, first thing tomorrow. [Yay, shopping?]

[beunbroken]

I've never been shopping! [And cue bouncy Elizabeth. SO MANY NEW THINGS TO EXPERIENCE.]

I can't wait! And can we go out for dinner, too? To a nice restaurant?

[washitaway]

[Okay, maybe he's cracking a tiny smile now. No immediate threat of death? No Songbird, Comstock, or Vox Populi to worry about? Okay.]

Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves. I'm not exactly swimmin' in money, here.

[beunbroken]

I have money! They gave me some when I arrived.

[washitaway]

[He's been working, but he also spent a good chunk of his nest egg at the bar already.]

Yeah, they gave me some, too, but I'm not sure how far it'll go.

[And he'd rather not fall into debt again.]

[beunbroken]

Well, then we'll find something else to do.

[No stealing this time. And certainly no giving away babies to Luteces.]

[washitaway]

I'm sure there's lots to do. Lots to see, anyway. I haven't seen all of it myself, yet.

[beunbroken]

Well, we're going to see it all.