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video | day 71
[ Okay, so figure out the things you know, Elizabeth. List them off for sure.
This is solid ground. She knows - it's a little disorienting, really, because as stable as Columbia is, you're always aware you're on what is essentially a giant hot air balloon. Sort of. Not really. The physics are complicated.
She's in a church. It's devoid of the imagery she's used to, though. No Prophet, no Lamb, no False Shepherd. No Booker. No men trying to capture her (yet). And no tears, or at least, none she can see at the moment. The thing on her wrist is a little like a voxophone with a screen, she's thinking, squinting at it thoughtfully. It had spoken to her a few minutes ago, but she hadn't been able to get it to play again. In fiddling with it, she's managed to start recording herself, though she has no idea that she is on camera.
Alright. So that's figured out. Now to find Booker. He has to be here - did she accidentally bring them somewhere? They'd just been outside the Hall of Heroes - she had heard gunfire, and then she was suddenly here. What's going on? ]
Mr. DeWitt? [ She calls quietly, the camera only half on her face as she opens the door to the outside, frowning. ] ... Booker?
This is solid ground. She knows - it's a little disorienting, really, because as stable as Columbia is, you're always aware you're on what is essentially a giant hot air balloon. Sort of. Not really. The physics are complicated.
She's in a church. It's devoid of the imagery she's used to, though. No Prophet, no Lamb, no False Shepherd. No Booker. No men trying to capture her (yet). And no tears, or at least, none she can see at the moment. The thing on her wrist is a little like a voxophone with a screen, she's thinking, squinting at it thoughtfully. It had spoken to her a few minutes ago, but she hadn't been able to get it to play again. In fiddling with it, she's managed to start recording herself, though she has no idea that she is on camera.
Alright. So that's figured out. Now to find Booker. He has to be here - did she accidentally bring them somewhere? They'd just been outside the Hall of Heroes - she had heard gunfire, and then she was suddenly here. What's going on? ]
Mr. DeWitt? [ She calls quietly, the camera only half on her face as she opens the door to the outside, frowning. ] ... Booker?