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thisavrou2017-05-23 10:46 am
tearmeanewone) wrote in thisavrou2017-05-23 10:46 am
[Voice]
[With all of the quantum shenanigans Elizabeth has ever been involved with, this has to be the one that feels the strangest.]
[The doctor and nurses had been uncomfortably nice, even though Elizabeth had reassured them that they didn't have to treat her delicately. If this was a tragedy, she had no point of reference to mourn it. Seeing them give each other significant, sad glances was only irritating. What was possibly even more annoying though was that Elizabeth waited for the memory of her previous self to come back to her... but it wasn't. If she'd been here before, if she'd broken the rules again, memories of what she'd been like, what she'd said, how she'd died-- they would have been there. Sooner rather than later. But days went by and nothing came. She wandered around the hospital, the staff asked if she wanted to contact someone ("Who do you suggest?" she'd ask, and they would usually shrink back. No one knew who to call), and the day the 'Ingress technician' stopped by asking to talk to her she smelled a scientist and refused to let him in the room. The next day they suggested she go back to her apartment.]
[They drove her to a nice place, that they informed her she'd purchased, and once she'd been inside for a few minutes and her vitals remained stable, they took their leave to let her "get reacquainted".]
[And there she was with the strangest feeling in the world: not knowing what happened to her here.]
[There's an entire room of books-- which makes sense immediately, but the collection is the most eclectic thing she's ever seen. There are clothes in a hamper, rotting food in an ice box, dying plants on a porch, a wadded up blanket and many, many empty mugs. She was lonely, even before her apartment went abandoned for days. Did anybody know her?]
[The basic functions of the device on her wrist were explained to her on the ride to her apartment, but she's still unsure and careful as she makes selections and sets up a broadcast.]
This is Elizabeth DeWitt, formerly of the Moira's crew... [There's a long pause, and she finally realizes there's no way to avoid being straightforward.] ...I'm looking for anyone who knows me. There was an accident-- [Or incident, probably.] --and I've been told I left my timeline months ago and have been living elsewhere. Anyone who can shed some light on where I've been and what I've been doing... I'd like to speak with you.
[The doctor and nurses had been uncomfortably nice, even though Elizabeth had reassured them that they didn't have to treat her delicately. If this was a tragedy, she had no point of reference to mourn it. Seeing them give each other significant, sad glances was only irritating. What was possibly even more annoying though was that Elizabeth waited for the memory of her previous self to come back to her... but it wasn't. If she'd been here before, if she'd broken the rules again, memories of what she'd been like, what she'd said, how she'd died-- they would have been there. Sooner rather than later. But days went by and nothing came. She wandered around the hospital, the staff asked if she wanted to contact someone ("Who do you suggest?" she'd ask, and they would usually shrink back. No one knew who to call), and the day the 'Ingress technician' stopped by asking to talk to her she smelled a scientist and refused to let him in the room. The next day they suggested she go back to her apartment.]
[They drove her to a nice place, that they informed her she'd purchased, and once she'd been inside for a few minutes and her vitals remained stable, they took their leave to let her "get reacquainted".]
[And there she was with the strangest feeling in the world: not knowing what happened to her here.]
[There's an entire room of books-- which makes sense immediately, but the collection is the most eclectic thing she's ever seen. There are clothes in a hamper, rotting food in an ice box, dying plants on a porch, a wadded up blanket and many, many empty mugs. She was lonely, even before her apartment went abandoned for days. Did anybody know her?]
[The basic functions of the device on her wrist were explained to her on the ride to her apartment, but she's still unsure and careful as she makes selections and sets up a broadcast.]
This is Elizabeth DeWitt, formerly of the Moira's crew... [There's a long pause, and she finally realizes there's no way to avoid being straightforward.] ...I'm looking for anyone who knows me. There was an accident-- [Or incident, probably.] --and I've been told I left my timeline months ago and have been living elsewhere. Anyone who can shed some light on where I've been and what I've been doing... I'd like to speak with you.
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[And true to her word, Wanda grabs a bag and makes her way to Elizabeth's apartment with all due haste. She can't help but feel nervous at re-meeting her friend - what if they don't get along as well this time?
Wanda tries to push that worry down in favor of a smile as she knocks on the door. That's no way to start over.]
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[It's shaking her, thinking that she has friends. As far as she's aware, Booker was her only friend for very good reasons-- no one understood her ability, and she wasn't ever in one place long enough to remember and know where she was. She lived a life of vignettes where she didn't know all the lines or even where the stage ended and began. How could she make friends when everything was always changing around her?]
[She swallows and opens the door, and when she sees Wanda's face there's a definite feeling of... relaxation that comes over her. Elizabeth remembers to smile finally and pulls open the door wider.]
You're Wanda, I imagine?
[There's a tiredness in Elizabeth's face, but somehow she looks less... burdened. Less heavy than the last time Wanda probably saw her. But the unease and the trepidation is still there as she gestures for Wanda to come in.]
I found some tea, if you'd like that?
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Only if it isn't too much trouble. I know this is hard.
[She steps into the apartment, which looks pretty much like it did the last time she saw it. It's not like Elizabeth disappeared...and at the same time, she might as well have. Wanda's not really sure what to do or what to say, so for now she'll let Elizabeth set the tone. Above all, she wants to make sure her friend is comfortable.]
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I suspect it could be even easier than I'm thinking, though. [She goes over to a corner of the kitchen and gestures to the electric kettle.] Do you know how this works? It certainly is a kettle, but... [It's not metal on the bottom.]