Christmas in Columbia

[beunbroken]

Who: The BioShocks and Pavel Chekov!
What: Christmas the Columbia way.
When: December 24th
Where: Elizabeth & Booker's Suite
Why: Because in 1776, General Washington lead his troops across the Delaware to defeat the British in the Battle of Trenton.
...You mean there's another reason behind Christmas?

Elizabeth had always had strange Christmases. Trees and presents were always set up in her tower, by forces she didn't know. Songbird would always arrive, a basket filled with gifts for her. And she would celebrate by herself, humming along to Christmas Carols. Some were the traditional ones of her time. Others were exclusive to Columbia, about General Washington and the other Founders. Because for the people of Columbia, Christmas was more about Washington than Jesus.

So this year, she was determined to do Christmas right. She'd prepared a roast ham, fixed hot cocoa, and made presents for all of her friends- knit sweaters and scarves. Well, not for Booker. Booker, she'd actually purchased a gift. A beautiful guitar that she had commissioned specifically for him. She'd heard him play once, and figured tonight, of all nights, he should play again.

[ooc: Mingle log, whatever, do what you want, give gifts, give kisses, load shotguns, do science.]

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[washitaway]

I'm sure we can figure something out. [They did okay in that basement in Shantytown, right?

He's still fiddling with it, tuning it up, strumming a chord here and there to see how it sounds.]

So has it been a good Christmas for you?

[beunbroken]

It has, [She admits, casting a glance over to Pavel, smiling at him.] All my favorite people, my family, in one place. It's the best Christmas I've ever had.

[washitaway]

[Booker's own gaze tracks to Pavel, and his expression darkens slightly - with suspicion, more or less. It's just his nature. But by the time he looks back to Elizabeth, the expression is gone, replaced with a faint smile.]

Good. Mine, too.

[beunbroken]

Good.

[She glances back at Pavel, and the Luteces, before reaching forward, putting her hand on Booker's] Mr. DeWitt... I don't know how to say this exactly, but I thought you should know... I care about you more than anyone else I have ever known. You're... You're important to me. Everything aside... You're easily my best friend. And... [How to say this? Probably the only way there was.]

I love you. Very much.

[washitaway]

That's... [Wow, that's a lot of mixed feelings right there. He knows what she means, he's not worried about a reprisal of that drunken kiss from the other week, but it still makes him uncomfortable.

He's not deserving of her love, not even the familial, platonic sort. He knows that much.

But he wants to be.]

I - care about you, too. [He manages to say that, at least.] I hope I can be worthy of it.

[beunbroken]

[She knows him well enough now to know what he means, and with a gentle squeeze of his hand, she smiles.]

Thank you. And you are. I know you don't believe that you are, but I know you are.

[washitaway]

I'm... doin' my best. [Hey, he hasn't killed anyone since they got here! That's good, right?]

Merry Christmas, Elizabeth.

[beunbroken]

Merry Christmas, Mr. DeWitt.