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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?
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It's like a window to another world. A peek into another universe, almost. Normally there's nothing special about them, but find the right one, and we may just have a ticket out of here.
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Lady, you're startin' to sound like a Star Trek episode.
[ But there's something else that sticks with him, the last bit that he can't quite shake. ]
Ya really think ya can get us out?
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[ A beat, and she squints. ] Star Trek? [ what is a star trek ]
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Besides, how about the other fifteen? What happens then? [ He pauses a beat, and then, ] How do I help?
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... No, she doesn't know a Spock, so she just brushes past that impatiently. ] Isn't it obvious? We're stuck here. But that won't happen. It's a very firm eighty-five. [ SO THERE. ] Look for a rip in the middle of the air. That's a tear. I can open it, and we'll be free, if it leads to somewhere else.
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Where's it gonna lead, ya think?
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[ She's off, the communicator shaking around, and he cuts off before he asks, ] Whoa, what the hell you doin'?
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Elizabeth straightens, and sighs, brushing her skirt. ] It doesn't appear to be incredibly useful, though. [ She's still going to look. Yes, this is totally normal, Jesse, psh. ]
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[ What just even happened? ] What's- What's in there?