on having reserved at entranceway

[justdewitt]

I appreciate the effort t'find me a face more fitting, 'cause the Vox posters sure as Hell weren't cuttin' it, but are you sure you want to add to your workload?

I can handle the overtime, but I'm a little more concerned about you.

Comments

[bookedher]

[ Give her a moment.



Hot. ]

I think you look splendid.

[justdewitt]

So...not too shabby?

[He's told the face belonged to some other guy who hunts questionable things, but then, that might very well be appropriate given the circumstances.]

[bookedher]

Very handsome.

[justdewitt]

[He cracks a smile.]

Much obliged for the honest opinion, biased as it is.

[Booker gives her another once over. Alive and well. Goddamn time shenanigans.]

You're not lookin' too bad, yourself.

[bookedher]

[ She cracks a wry smile and an "oh you!" look. ]

Flatterer.

[justdewitt]

Just tellin' it like it is.

[He was never very good at, you know, feelings and expressing them properly, so it was a miraculous boon that she interpreted him so well.]

You're not stuck in one-a these games yourself, are you?

[bookedher]

Not yet. My mun has her mind made up on where she shall be sending me, but that won't be for a little while, anyways.

[ Cocking her head to the side, lacing her fingers and resting her chin atop them. ]

And you?

[justdewitt]

She's got a few characters shacked up in Wonderland-

[Can you hear the derision in his voice? Because he's not too thrilled about going to some new rip in the space-time continuum.]

-so I guess that's where I'm headed.

[bookedher]

Like the book? Oh, I loved reading those stories! They were always so witty and creative, don't you think so?

[ Bookworm wife is thrilled for you. ]

[justdewitt]

...Yeah. Real creative.

[Just like a certain floating city filled with insane religious zealots. Sure. It'll be a total cakewalk.]

[bookedher]

[ She chortles. ]

You're making that face agaiiiiiin~

[justdewitt]

What face?

[Is it the angry one? Yeah, that one's a frequent expression. Sorry.]

[bookedher]

The one that looks like you just ate a bad apple.

[ It's cute! ]

[justdewitt]

...been eatin' a lot of bad apples, lately.

[It's not his fault - rummaging through rubbish bins in Columbia is something of an unfortunate habit of his.]

[bookedher]

Is that figuratively or...

[ Wouldn't say it to Alice, Booker. You know how she is about you eating right. ]

[justdewitt]

Uh.

[Cough.]

No, uh, literally. Sorta.

[You could call most of Columbia's population 'bad apples,' at any rate.]

[bookedher]

What?

[ Does he mean... ]

Just where have you been getting this rotten food?

[justdewitt]

Outta...trashcans?

[To be fair, some food he stole from the starving homeless people in Shanty Town. Not that that's any better.

He would have been glad to pay for it, mind you, but none of them gave him the time of day.]

[bookedher]

Booker DeWitt, you best be pulling my leg.

[ Because yeah, Columbia sounds like it sucks, according to her mun, but TRASHCANS? ]

[justdewitt]

[...dashingly handsome and persuasive smile?]

[bookedher]

[ All the facepalms. ]

Booker...

[ What is she gonna do with you? ]

[justdewitt]

The locals weren't exactly eager to sell their wares, honey.

[And the apples were fine, albeit a little bruised.]

[bookedher]

Did someone already take bites out of the food?

[ Is this because of the nightmares from Wounded Knee? Where's a certified therapist when you need one. ]

[justdewitt]

No! I mean, I don't think they did, it's- it doesn't matter, I'm fine, see?

[Damn fine, the narration would like to add.]

[bookedher]

Well, it is far too late to argue about it, isn't it. You must have eaten hundreds of trash-found food by now, haven't you?

[ She can't win. She'll just let it be. ]

Are you with Annabelle right now?

[justdewitt]

[Seeing as Booker can't remember half the things he's eaten and has been making up memories to supplement whatever he's lost, we can chalk that up to a resounding yes, he's eaten hundreds of stuff...things.]

...more or less.

[After a fashion.]

[bookedher]

[ You are brushing your teeth, mister, as soon as you get home. Alice is not kissing that mouth unless it sees a toothbrush and dental floss. ]

How is she? I have heard that the place Columbia is very cruel to her.

[goscrewyourself]

How kind of you to be concerned about your mun's workload.

But you shouldn't be too excited about it. I've heard that place is less than desirable.

[justdewitt]

Yeah? Says who?

[goscrewyourself]

Someone who's been to Hell. Literally.

[justdewitt]

[Hands-on experience, huh? Normally he'd be a little more skeptical, but seeing as he spent a good deal of time in a city run on quantum particle mechanics...]

They got one where you're from, too? And here I thought I was special.

[Ha. Ha.]

[goscrewyourself]

[Well, not her hands-on experience, but there's some sort of honor in the word of demons. Maybe.]

That's what everyone thinks. It's hard, isn't it? Figuring out you're not.

But I'm sure you'll get over it.

[justdewitt]

Won't be a problem. I've gotten over worse.

[Booker knows he's not a special snowflake, and it doesn't bother him none - but he's still experienced a great deal of trauma, and that won't go away.

Not easily.]

[goscrewyourself]

[Ohh, there's nothing Ruby likes more than a man with trauma in his past.]

Have you? Like what?

[No, really, tell her all your troubles.]

[justdewitt]

I don't want to talk about it.

[Booker does not endorse 'sharing is caring.']

[goscrewyourself]

Oooh. The brooding type, all right.

[All you're doing is catching her interest more.]

Then why don't we make a deal for it?

[justdewitt]

[Something about her feels...off.]]

I've made enough shady deals in my life to know that that's not a good idea.

[goscrewyourself]

Hm. [She looks him up and down.]

Your loss.

[justdewitt]

I think I'll live.

[OR NOT, AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAAA sob.]

[goscrewyourself]

[You just get a smile and a wink, buddy.]

[[why must i tag characters that will spoil me, why]]

[obeyseventually]

You'd be surprised at what muns will go through for little things.

Mine spent way too long trying to get the screenshot for this one, and even if it's not too small to make out, where the hell is she going to use it?

you have no one to blame but YOURSELF

[justdewitt]

Hell if I know. Masquerade party?

[Like he said. Hell if he knows. Booker's just happy his mun decided to get him a real face, as opposed to drawing all of them. Perish the thought.]

[[sigh]] [[related note a+ journal name i laughed when i saw it in my inbox ;)]]

[obeyseventually]

See what I mean? It's my game model. Apparently I'm just some floating arms! She thinks it's funny though. I don't know, how many "crack" icons does someone need?


[But your narration is right, Booker. One of this guy's fellow muses under this mun has some drawn icons by her and phew, he's dodged a bullet, let me tell you.]

you have no idea how surprised I was to find that no one had selected it as a username yet

[justdewitt]

Enough to keep 'em laughing while you find a way outta whatever deal you've got going on?

[Distractions. Booker is great at them. It's canon.]

[notagnusdei]

You're recognizable, to a degree. I mean, unless you're going to work undercover or something.

[ Multiple universes are definitely confusing. At least Anna is beginning to adapt. ]

[justdewitt]

[Hey, adapting is better than curling up in the fetal position and telling yourself that you're not really just making everything up.]

No, I had that gig as a Pinkerton - I don't really plan on rehashing those days.

[Because he's not proud of them.]