tushanshu_logs | November Catch-All ; Open

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November Catch-All ; Open

Characters: Rapunzel and YOU!
Date: Throughout November
Location: Everywhere!
Situation: Various
Warnings/Rating: None at the moment

In the morning, any time between 7-11:30 Rapunzel might be found wander around various shops. She doesn't wander too far from the Wood Sector one her own. With the cold weather settling in she's looking to buy some shoes or boots. So yes, you just might see her wandering around in bare feet.

If her afternoon is free she'll likely be in her suite, but feel free to come by for a visit!

In the evenings she'll often venture out again to try some new kind of food instead of cooking her own. Catch her daringly try to taste something new?

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Booker was having a busy day - with the colder weather, there were a lot of deliveries to make all over the turtle, not that he minded too much. He would much rather be walking around, doing something, than sitting at home staring at the Pee Cee as Elizabeth called it.

He was struggling with a glove, on his way back to Jack's shop for a quick lunch break, when he bumped into something - spilling the several-juulan tip he'd just received onto the snow. "Dammit," he muttered under his breath.

Rapunzel could be a little absent minded when she began exploring the different shops and sectors. There was just so much to take in all at once, that sometimes she forgot to look where she was going. She hadn't realized how entranced she was by booth selling hot beverages until she crashed into something, or rather, someone.

She gasped as she stumbled back a step and saw the man drop his earnings. "Oh! Oh no! I'm so sorry. Let me help you with that."

She crouched down and began collecting the juulan that had fallen to the ground.

He was not at all expecting a young girl to be the one he bumped into, so for a moment Booker just sort of stared at her dumbly. Then he crouched down next to her to help.

"It's fine, miss, I'm the one who wasn't lookin' properly where I was going," he said gruffly. "No need to get snow on yourself on my account."

"I don't mine," Rapunzel replied with a shrug. "I wasn't paying attention either, so I guess it was both our faults, really."

She had collected a handful already and held them over to him.

He took the money with a nod, but frowned down at her slightly. "Now your clothes are all cold and wet. You need an extra jacket or somethin'? Just 'till you get home? Wouldn't want you to catch cold like that."

She hadn't notices the cold much in her rush to help, but now that he had mentioned it, a chill ran up Rapunzel's spine. She shivered as she stood back up. She almost mentioned that colds weren't something she worried about, but she caught herself.

"But wouldn't you be cold?"

"I'm used to it. Besides," he continued, pulling off one of his outer layers - a jacket, "I've got a friend who's taken to knitting." He hesitated, then sort of awkwardly held out a hand for her to shake. That's how you introduced yourself, right?

"Name's Booker, by the way. Booker DeWitt."

"Well, if you're sure then," Rapunzel replied.

She hesitantly took his hand and shook it. She's still pretty new at these introduction things.

"It's nice to meet you. My name is Rapunzel." She paused and thought for a minute. "You're Elizabeth's friend, aren't you?"

"Yeah, that's me." He figured there were worse ways to be recognized than as "Elizabeth's friend". So it didn't bother him any. If anything, he wanted people to know that. Not that he thought this girl was any kind of threat, but having it generally known that Elizabeth was under his protection was definitely a good thing as far as Booker was concerned.

"Elizabeth mentioned you," he admitted, holding out the jacket for her. Okay, she'd been downright thrilled about having met Rapunzel. "Sounds like you two've got a lot in common. Have you made lots of friends here?"

"I have," Rapunzel told him, looking rather giddy about her answer. She'd always been content with Pascal as her only friend, but making more outside of her tower was more than she'd ever expected.

"There are a lot of really good people here. People who want to help each other."

"That's the impression I've been getting," Booker said mildly. But he knew as well as anyone that first impressions could be very, very deceptive. In a lot of ways, he was still waiting for the other shoe to drop, however that might manifest itself.

"That's good, though," he said out loud, because he didn't want to concern her with his worries. "It sounds like there's a lot of folks Elizabeth'll get along with. She's never... had friends. Her own age." He wasn't sure how much Elizabeth had told this girl, or anyone, about her life before, and he wasn't about to go talking about it without her say-so.

"Mm," Rapunzel said softly and nodded.

"She told me a little bit about that." She was sure that there was more to the story, much like their was more to her own story, but she didn't want to pry. She liked Elizabeth, and that was all she really needed to know.

"I didn't have friends my own age, either. Just my friend Pascal."

Only one friend - that did sound familiar, and Booker couldn't quite help the slight grimace that thought brought him. "Who's Pascal?" he asked, because he had to.

He was imagining - well, Songbird.

"Well..."

Her voice trailed off for a moment. She'd already explained Pascal to a few people and gotten strange looks from them. She wasn't embarrassed about her best friend, but she realized it wasn't considered a normal relationship in other worlds.

"He's a chameleon. He was with me in my tower since I was little."

"A chameleon?" Booker tilted his head at her, a little confused. After a moment, he parted his hands wide, indicating a really big chameleon, his eyebrows raised in question.

Rapunzel shook her head and almost laughed. She held her own hands to the size of an average chameleon.

"He never would have been able to hide from mother if he was big like that."

"Oh." So Pascal was really just... a small animal friend. That... actually sounded a lot nicer than Songbird.

"Wait, you had to hide your only friend from your mother?"

"Um, well..."

She looks flustered and plays nervously with her braided hair. "My mother wanted to keep me safe, so I never met other people. I wasn't sure how she'd feel about animals, so it seemed like a good idea to just...not tell her about him?"

Booker frowned deeply. That may not have been quite as terrible as what Comstock was trying to do, but that was still so very wrong.

"That ain't how you keep someone safe. No matter how much you love them, you gotta let 'em be their own person," he said seriously.

"She was trying her best," Rapunzel said. "I know she was."

Thanks to her time with Eugene, and now her time on the turtle, she knew that there were flaws in her mother's theories, and the way she had been hidden away, but she still believed that she had only meant the best for her. That she would always defend.

"I - I'm sure she was," Booker said, maybe not so sure. "I understand it - wanting to protect the thing you love. Bad things can always happen."

Like what had happened to Elizabeth. But that was Comstock's fault. It was all his fault, not Booker's.

"Maybe even more to some people," Rapunzel mumbled. But she caught herself and smiled at Booker.

"Once I get home I know I'll be able to convince her that not everyone is bad, though. I've made some good friends, after all."

"You wanna go back, then?" Booker asked her. That was interesting. Her whole life spent in a tower, she was free on the turtle, but she wanted to go back to the world she came from?

"Well..."

That decision was getting more complicated with every passing day. She had so many new friends here already; people she'd miss desperately if she was separated from them, but there were still things back home that she needed to do. Questions she needed answers to.

"I think so. There's still something I have to do. People I left behind..."

She had made a promise.

"Oh," he said helpfully. "I can understand that."

He wouldn't exactly enjoy going back to Columbia, but if Elizabeth ever ended up back there? He'd follow her in a heartbeat. No way would he leave her there in Comstock's hands.

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