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[washitaway]

[Booker's looking a little awkward today - probably because instead of questions or demands, he's just got...well, maybe an announcement to make? Either way, he's just more aware of the fact that this network thing is a pretty public platform and Booker DeWitt? Is no public speaker.

So he clears his throat.]

So, uh. Some of you've been saying you're in need of food? And we've got an abundance of it here. Elizabeth's doing her best to feed me up, I guess, and I can't eat all of it myself. I'm out and about making deliveries most every day as it is, I can always bring some leftovers around with me too.

[He scratches the back of his neck, then glances off to the side and holds up a bright red knitted scarf.]

We may have a number of these, soon, too. [His look is rather confused, like 'is this normal?' Or possibly, 'help me!' And then he turns the feed off.]

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[barebacking]

All right.

Well, my name is Yaha. And what is your name?

[washitaway]

I'm Booker. Booker DeWitt. Pleasure to meet you. [He's at least got his manners. Mostly.]

[barebacking]

The pleasure is all mine... is it all right to call you 'Booker?' Or is that too forward of me?

[washitaway]

Booker's fine. I prefer it, actually.

[The formality of 'Mr. DeWitt' discomfits him, sometimes.]

[barebacking]

Well, it suits you.

A strong name for a strong man.

[washitaway]

I, uh. Thanks, I guess. I've never really thought about my name much.

[barebacking]

Well, perhaps, you should.

It was given to you with love, right?

[washitaway]

I guess? My folks died a long time ago, it's never really made much difference.

[barebacking]

Oh.

I'm sorry. That must have been difficult for you.

[washitaway]

Uh, I suppose. It was a long time ago. [And Booker is emotionally constipated, to boot.]

[barebacking]

I... I suppose I'm not very good at small talk. [ Yes, he'll blame himself. ]

I'm happy that you're able to carry things much better than I am.

[washitaway]

[He huffs out a laugh.]

Not really. I'm terrible at this.

[barebacking]

Are you?

Why's that?

[washitaway]

I dunno. I never have been.

[barebacking]

Then this is good practice.

[washitaway]

Wasn't really lookin' to practice, honestly.

[barebacking]

Why's that?

[washitaway]

Be...cause I didn't think about it? I had a thing to say, and I said it.

[barebacking]

So you don't have any filter?

[washitaway]

[Booker's just thoroughly confused now.]

A what?

[barebacking]

Did I not use that right?

[washitaway]

I have no idea. [He's never heard the phrase before.]

[barebacking]

I am trying to pick up the sayings and phrases of the future so that I will not be confused, but it's quite difficult...

We had none of these where I came from, and seems you do not either.

So, maybe, it would be best to just speak plainly?

[washitaway]

I'm from 1912. And I always speak plainly.

[barebacking]

I don't know the year of where I am. I can just say I am from eighteen years after the war between the Union and the Empire. The one which broke all the Seals and nearly released the Watchers into the world where they would most likely feast on all our corpses until they died when there was no more meat to stuff into their mouths. [ ... ] Does that sound familiar from your history?

I am afraid I like the flowers to dance around my words.