[open] keep your broken arm

[tearmeanewone]

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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[intherigging]

[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.

[tearmeanewone]

[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.

[intherigging]

[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?

[tearmeanewone]

[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.

[intherigging]

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.