week 10 | sunday evening / monday morning

[baptizer]

[ After a certain conversation, Elizabeth immediately tracks Jason down when he's returning back to his room. She had changed into her pajamas - a modest night gown and robe - and carries a pillow. ]

Jason, hold on one moment, please.

[ By now, it's easy to see they both had a long night. Elizabeth's tired - clutching onto her pillow a bit tightly as she stops in front of him. ]

... Would you mind if I spend the night with you?

[ Good job, Elizabeth, you're getting more bold. ]

I can't be alone. I can go sleep in the parlour but I figured I would simply ask -

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[antagonize]

[Think clean thoughts, chum. Think clean thoughts.

If he had any snarky response for her first statement, it's sadly lost to the void as she asks her question. His reaction is subtle; a small twitch of the lips and a split second where he doesn't seem to be quite looking at her. Not many people would catch it. Then again, Elizabeth might be learning to see past the bullshit by now.]

Well, you know me. Lots of irons in the fire. Lots of things to do. Stuff. Your every day zombie activities, really.

[He'll be busy with revenge plots that may or may not end in his death. Again. Elizabeth doesn't need to know that.]

[baptizer]

[ Unfortunately, Elizabeth doesn't quite see that telling sign. Far too trusting, far too naive - she still is learning to read people. He's distant like usual and she doesn't push the matter. A roll of her eyes follows as she lets out a soft laugh. ]

I get it - you have a busy zombie schedule when you get home. So much shambling, so little time.

[antagonize]

Exactly. [Not really.] Congratulations. You're learning.

[She doesn't press, and it's a relief. He wouldn't tell her the truth, not ever. But it's so much easier when there's no need to come up with appropriately blase answers to ignore her question.

Like the hypocrite he is, however, he tries to take the focus of this conversation away from himself by asking a question of his own:]

What about you? No busy zombie schedule for you when you get back home — so what are your plans?

["When," not if.]

[baptizer]

[ Elizabeth does watch him - since she's on her side, after all. The way he seems relieved is something she can pick up on this time. Her lips curl into a warm smile. ]

Isn't it obvious? I just want to get to Paris. I don't care if I have a franc to my name. I'll figure something out! [ It sounds so silly when she talks about it now, a dream so out of reach. ] ... Would you mind if I visit you? If my powers return, anyway.

blocks the time stamp on my last tag w/ my hands

[antagonize]

If you're so set on Paris, maybe you should consider letting the kids tag along with you. Or — tag along with them. Whichever works. They'll probably give you the grand tour.

[A nice, soothing vacation in Paris truly does sound silly given their current circumstances, but he's not going to tease her for it. Even if he's pessimistic about how everything will end, at least someone should be allowed to think of better things.]

Now, why would you want to visit me? My world's boring. You'll be looking for a way out the second you get there.

[That, and... Should he make it home, there are many things to do. People to kill. Kingpins to knock down. Clowns to round up. It's better if she doesn't.]

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[baptizer]

I had discussed it with them. That's implying I could find the right time and universe they're in. It's still tricky and after this...? I'll definitely be rusty.

[ #powers

Elizabeth does close her eyes a bit, knowing full well her Paris was as pretty as a picture. Something that was so vividly pure and wholesome. She's ready for the reality. Anything is better than being trapped.

When he talks about his world she makes a face, resigning to her own thoughts for a moment. ]

I don't know, maybe it wouldn't have been so boring to me. I would be visiting for you, clearly. [ Forward, forward, but she smiles a bit. ] I had promised a few others to try and find them too... I guess it's foolish, but it was a nice thought.