video | day 71

[voliere]

[ 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?

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[nedofpies]

[ A few?! So people not only altered their genetic makeup to give themselves powers, but they did so more than once, for more than one power? That idea clearly shocks Ned, and it's probably easy to tell that his shock isn't of the admiring variety. ]

[ That look of disbelief only intensifies, after what she says next. ] Constant gunfire sounds very not good. Neither does intermittent gunfire, or even occasional gunfire. Is there a war, or something?

[voliere]

[ She does notice that shock isn't admiration! And she's a little surprised, because the city of Columbia is fascinated by these new abilities. She can see how they'd be useful.

As for the gunfire: ] In a manner of speaking, yes. [ It's now that she's playing with her thimble - though Ned can't see it considering the camera is on her wrist. ] More of one man and woman against a small army.

[nedofpies]

That sounds... horrible. [ The man in question must be this Mr. DeWitt; Ned's curious what could possibly have brought them up against a small army, but he isn't sure it's really polite to ask that kind of thing, particularly after just meeting someone. Instead, he offers: ] Well, I'd be lying if I said it were safe here, but at least there are no armies and no gunfire, uh. Usually.

[voliere]

Well at least there's that. [ She says, able to find some sort of cheer in that. ] Could I ask you one more question, Ned?

[nedofpies]

Of course! Ask as many as you'd like. [ He smiles, and it's a little lopsided. He must have asked a million questions, the day he'd arrived, and it's charming, the way she asks so politely. ]

[voliere]

[ She glances at the wall she'd stopped by, and then back to Ned, smiling back. He seems like a genuinely nice guy and she hasn't seen much of that in her lifetime. ] I've asked a few people to keep an eye out, but if you see anything that resembles a... rip, or a tear, in the air, would you be certain to let me know?

[nedofpies]

[ Ned tilts his head to the side at the strange request, but he says ] Sure. If I see anything like that, you'll be the first one I call. [ After a few seconds hesitation: ] Is that kind of thing common in your world, too?

[voliere]

Thank you. [ And as for that question. ] Yes, they are. Or they are for me. I'm only just finding that they were visible to others. I had no way of being certain before I met Mr. DeWitt.