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Who: Elizabeth DeWitt & Harry Hart / Everybody Who Wants Tea
When: November 27th
Where: Nomo Deck #011
What: Elizabeth has been facing a wardrobe problem for a long time now... Also tea will be served, open-door policy, drop by for some warmth and mingle!
Warnings: WAYWARD YOUNG ADULT

Time had not helped Elizabeth feel anything besides more weight. None of it had been her fault, she'd only done what she could to help, but the images of the planet collapsing and knowing so many people could never go home was enough. She couldn't get rid of the guilt.

It didn't help that she thought her roommate, John Sheppard, had died on the planet as well. He was just gone, and no explanation had been given to her (not that she'd sought one out, of course, she'd still been floating between the library and her quarters like a ghost-- she's about as thin as one now, too). So Elizabeth came home to no one, slept in a silent room, and tried so hard to ignore the strains of Booker tuning his guitar.

The loneliness probably did it, in the end, but the physical frustration was getting her close to snapping too. She knocks on Harry's door, two knocks, quick, because she has to catch the sleeves of the uniform before the whole garment falls down around her ankles. The dressing for her arm is too big to fit in the sleeve-- she's had to wear one sleeve only or tie the sleeves haphazardly around her waist while moving about the ship. It's embarrassing.

"Mr. Hart? It's Elizabeth DeWitt-- is this a bad time?"

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Harry didn't have many possessions to keep in order on the ship, his bunk lacking the luxuries he'd gotten used to when he'd been living in his home in London. It was painfully sentimental but he even missed passing Mr. Pickle in the hallway and being reminded of why he had taken his job in the first place. He's just putting the kettle on for a cup of tea when Elizabeth comes knocking. He sets out an extra carefully and goes to open.

"Not at all, Ms. DeWitt," He smiles and carefully takes in her appearance. She looks like a ghost of her usual self. Lost weight showing in how her cheeks are a bit sharper and her uniform doesn't fit her properly. He steps aside and gestures for her to come inside.

"Please, come in. I'll make you some tea and you can tell me what's on your mind."

Wow-- tea. And here she thought it was going to be business and not much else, but tea. It sounds like the perfect thing after a long few days of recovering and unfamiliar aches from healing.

"Thank you..." she says looking curiously at the set up. Two sets, like he expected to invite whoever was behind the door. Well, she's certainly behind this very solid and comforting gesture-- even if Mr. Hart is just being polite.

"I thought I just needed some help getting this into my sleeve," she said, holding up the large soft cast wrapped from her upper arm all the way to her hand. "But given how great a cup of tea sounds right now, I think that might have just become the last thing on my to-do list."

[Coming back to her room, the last thing Jacky expected was company. Seeing that it was not only someone she knew, but also a friend, was a welcome relief.]

Elizabeth! What brings you here?

I couldn't get my arm in my jumpsuit. [Elizabeth is glad to see Jacky, too, given the last time they were together Elizabeth had been bleeding rather heavily and in copious amounts of pain. The past few days were an emotional rollercoaster-- it's good to have some small amount of normalcy.]

[Aside from the large soft cast Elizabeth's entire arm is wrapped in.] Mr. Hart helped before I went berserk and tore the sleeve off completely.

I can understand that feeling!

Cor, though, it's good to see you. [Opening her arms, Jacky moved to Elizabeth's good side and gave her a--gentle, but heartfelt--hug.] How are you doing?

It's good to see you too. [Elizabeth gives Jacky a tight one-armed hug. No need to smack Jacky with her (admittedly soft) cast.]

Alright... considering I just saw a planet implode.

[Pulling back, Jacky nodded, solemn.] Aye, that was sure upsetting.

D'ye have any plans, now that Mister Hart has solved your clothing dilemma?

Tea, actually. [She smiles faintly.] I've been on-edge all week, I thought that might be the way to loosen up a little.

Ah, well, if there's one thing us Brits can do, it's a good cup of tea.

[Ever the hostess, Jacky fetched them both some cups and tea.] Here.

Ah, thank you. [Elizabeth takes the cup with both her good hand and her casted one, it's comforting and warm.] Is there anything you can't do, Jacky?

[Jacky snorted, replying without thinking.] Well, I can't seem to ever actually attend my own wedding.

[Her mind caught up with her mouth, and she winced.] Sorry, it's just. Been a hard couple of days, don't mind me.

Wedding? [Elizabeth's eyebrows fly up, tea forgotten for the moment.] How... many times have you tried?

[She smiled, brittle and thin.] Officially? Like, was wearing me wedding dress and was at the church? Only the once; the Admiralty felt I'd make a better agent for them were I not blissfully wedded. How many times have me and Jaimy planned to do it the next moment we could and been thwarted by fate or misunderstanding? Twelve, if you count the daydreams of two ship's boys.

This time was me own damn fault; the day before we were to get married, I decided to take a quick spin out on the Cape in the Morning Star cuz th' weather were so good and. I found meself here. In the future. Without even me ring cuz I finally took the damn thing out me ear so's Jaimy could get it soldered back together.

[Reaching up to her bunk, she gently took down the locket with her paintings of Jaimy and Ravi from the post by her pillows.] All I've got is the miniature I painted back when we were young, and my own memories to keep me warm.

[What a story. Elizabeth finds her expression fixing into something sympathetic and pained, knowing that Jacky must love this poor boy to try to marry him a dozen times and trying again after every failure. She looks at the little miniature in the locket and offers Jacky a small smile.]

He's very handsome. I'm sure next time will be the charm.

[Smiling wetly, Jacky swiped at her cheeks.]

Thank you.

[Looking up from where her gaze had drifted down to her darling boy's face, she flashed a more sincere smile at Elizabeth.] How about you? Got anyone special in your life?

[It's terrible to miss someone you love. Elizabeth knows that well enough from experiencing it herself. She looks down at Jacky's locket again, trying to form an answer to her question.]

Not like you do. [She smiles faintly.] His name is Booker-- he was my only friend. But I won't see him again, so... I suppose he was the special person in my life.

Ah, friends are important, too. Me friend Amy, when she thought I had died, she nearly did something very very foolish. Her brother stopped her, but it were a closer thing than I'd've liked. [Her heart had damn near stopped when Amy'd pulled the trigger, because there was always the chance that the powder would catch; she hopped someone had stopped her from doing anything rash this time around.

Carefully, Jacky gave Elizabeth another hug, out of gratitude and affection.] I'm sorry for your loss.

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Elizabeth & Harry

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Oh Mingle Tea, Oh Mingle Tea, Served with Tiny Sandwiches~

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Oh look! A reply!

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