video | day 74

[voliere]

[ Because she's still trying to get the hang of this thing (she much prefers to talk to people face to face if she's going to talk to them), Elizabeth's expression is determined and a little frustrated when she comes on the recording. It takes a moment - and then she figures out that she's recording and looks pleased with herself. ]

Hello. [ A pause, as she pulls the camera back away from her face. ] My name is Elizabeth. I've met a fair few of you, before. [ She speaks a little louder than she would normally, if only because she's so used to the distant and crackling way recordings generally sound in her time. ] I haven't been able to find a way out, like I promised, but what I can do is try to help in the best way that I can.

[ She has no idea how she's going to show this, since she has to use both hands to open the tears - so she doesn't quite yet. Instead, she begins to pace, walking slowly back and forth along the sand of the beach. ] Is there anything that the people here need? Supplies, maybe, such as bandages or ammunition. Or anything, really. I can bring it through.

I can't exactly promise that all of it will be in good condition, or that I'll find it at all, but I have to do something.

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[tooghoulforschool]

Bring through? [The hell are you even going on about, lady? Ghoul must have missed your arrival while he was dealing with... stuff. None of your buisness, chica, you get the sunglasses and not the eyes. He still manages to look skeptical as all fuck.]

Bring what through what? Cough up the deets, sugar. Ain't comin' through too clear.

[stiling]

I mean, frickin'- food is always a pretty good start. What are you gonna do, abracadabra it in?

[ Can people do that? He bets people can do that. ]

[voliere]

[ She doesn't look very pleased at his tone of voice. Excuse you. ] Tears. I listed a few things I can bring through very clearly, mister. I don't know what a deet is, but I certainly will not cough one up.

[voliere]

[ She can! ] I thought it might be. I - don't know if I'm going to... abracadabra it in, but I can start with that. Let me look. [ And now she's looking for a tear in which she can bring food from. ] Did you have anything in mind, mister... ?

[stiling]

Mr. Stilinski's my dad. Just Stiles is a-okay. [ He slides a hand through the air, a gesture for smooooooth sailing. ] Also I could really go for some Cheetos right about now, but beggars are not going to be choosers.

[ He rubs curiously at his chin. ] What are you looking for?

[tooghoulforschool]

[Is this chick for real? He laughs, half incredulous and half amused.]

Details. When you say anythin', do you actually mean anythin'? The hell is a tear? How can you get this stuff where no one else can? Explain your shit.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

Bring through?

[He's not sure how, exactly, she intends to do that, but he has something in mind.]

Could you bring cigarettes through?

[voliere]

[ ... Hold up, back up, what in the name of Comstock is a Cheeto. She pauses and squints down at Stiles, confused. ] Cheetos?

[stiling]

[ The communicator goes haywire for a minute when he forgets himself and clasps his hands together, shakes them violently in a kind of mock prayer before he speaks and it's back onto his face. ]

Please, please tell me you have tasted the cheesy goodness of Cheetos before. You can't. They're little chips- things. They're delicious, and you have been missing out.

[voliere]

[ Oops, now you've made her mad. She's a little indignant when she replies. ] I mean plenty. It is not my fault you do not understand simple words.

A tear is exactly what it sounds like: a rip in the world. I can reach through them, but now I am considering rescinding my offer. [ She's totally not, she'll do it anyway, but still. ]

[voliere]

Now that is something I can do. [ She doesn't have any idea what a deet or a Cheeto is but she sure can bring cigarettes through. ] If you'll only give me a moment, Meyer, I'll do my best.

[ There's a few tears in the general store that she can manipulate that she'd seen earlier. ] Would you meet me at the general store?

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[She's in good company there; he's never heard of Cheetos, either.]

Sure, I can be there in a couple minutes.

[He's trying hard to keep the excitement out of his voice -- after all, he doesn't know how this works or what she can really do -- but the potential promise of cigarettes has him nearly running out of the house to meet her at the general store.]

[tooghoulforschool]

A rip in the world... [He looks down at his hands for a few seconds, just a few, and then he takes off the sunglasses. Rip something up enough times and you destroy it. Sometimes it's more beautiful that way.]

So you swipe this shit from the other side? Whatever you see? ... you ever see people?

[voliere]

[ Okay, maybe she looks a little amused, now. ] No, I can't say I have heard of them. I could look, but I have no idea what they look like.

[stiling]

Oho. You are in for a treat. They're shaped like little logs, bright-ass orange. They're in these little orange bags too, got Cheetos splayed across the cover, you can't miss 'em.

[ He squints an eye. ] You think you can really bring stuff in here? Will they let you do that?

[voliere]

[ Yay, she can help! When Meyer gets there, Elizabeth is standing next to what looks like a static-y, grey, washed out rip in the air. She's looked through it and there is indeed a crate of cigarettes there, but she's worried at how many will actually come through, considering her mishap with the boat the other day.

She beams when she sees Meyer, though. ] I can't promise there will be a lot, but I'll try. Stand back a little, please.

[voliere]

[ Her expression falters a little, but her hand is still on her hip, anyway. ] ... Sometimes, but I've never brought one through.

[voliere]

[ Bright... ass orange... okay, Elizabeth is a little confused by your language there, sir, but that's a decent enough description. She'll look in the general store, so that's where she heads off to. ]

I've tried already. Most things I've tried come through... unfinished. [ She bites her her bottom lip for a second. ] But at least some of it is useable.

[burnburnburn]

What do you mean you can bring it through?

[A pause, and then he rattles off a list, just in case this demon woman really can make objects appear]

Explosives. Rope. A remote detonator. A guymelef.

[tooghoulforschool]

Because you can't or because you won't.

[voliere]

I can - [ But he rattles off a list and she stops, then frowns deeply. ] I should have mentioned I won't bring weapons, sir. There's no need for any violence. [ She's just assuming a guymelef is a weapon, she has no idea what that is. ]

I can bring through rope, but I can't imagine what you would have need of it for.

[stiling]

Better not bring a person through yet, you might end up with some spare legs flopping on the ground.

[ Not helping, Stiles. ]

You said tears to other people, right? [ o so snoopy ] Like from an alternate universe?

[voliere]

Because I never had reason to. I wouldn't bring someone here, anyway.

[voliere]

[ He can see her conversations?! She didn't know that. Not like she's said anything terrible, but that is something she'll keep in mind from now on. ]

From an alternate universe in a way, yes. Are you spying on my other conversations? [ >:| ]

[stiling]

It's, uh- [ He gives a laugh, shrugs a shoulder with gusto. ] Nnnnnnot really spying if you're posting everything to a town-wide network. Yes, everything you see is public. Yes, that's kind of creepy in a Hitchcock kinda way.