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[Open] I'm Not the Same Kid From Your Memory
Date: Catch-all for February
What: A crisis of conscience. But what can someone as separated from politics like her do?
How humiliating.
Elizabeth had known from the start that she wasn't fit to be Maiden, and yet she'd let Norrell and Sylvia talk her into being paraded around as a possibility, not thinking about what would happen when she-- surprise surprise!-- wasn't. Landing in the water after being harassed hadn't been so great either, and Norrell's reaction (or really, lack thereof) spoke volumes. He probably would have preferred that she'd drowned quietly, wouldn't he?
She's been staying away from the circle, embarrassed and feeling betrayal she probably had no business feeling. And used, that was the worst feeling of all. They'd used her. Just like in Virginia.
But what was she supposed to do? These were the people who were supposed to protect her, and instead they're parading her around like a show pony with a big 'KILL ME' sign around her neck. Leaving would be suicide, and who else would teach her how to use her power? Not Circle Midnight, obviously. So she had to, somehow, make her own situation tenable.
[A - Early February]
But how? She didn't know anyone, she intentionally stayed out of things if she could help it, unless it involved keeping people alive. February is still freezing by her standards, but the only way to get her mind quiet is to run. So she starts jogging at the park near her dorm-- she's pretty fast on her own, even when she's dressed for the cold weather. As she runs, she goes back and forth in her head. How fast, realistically, would she be crushed if she actually stood up to Norrell?
[B - Mid February, for Illya]
As much as she thought about it, she could really only speculate about the outcomes. She needs someone who will be painfully blunt with her, and fortunately she actually knows someone like that. Who she just happens to have a certain potion for-- at least something good came from assisting Norrell at Croydon again. Elizabeth sends Illya a text and waits at the deli they'd last met at, mostly staring out the window and waiting instead of drinking her coffee.
[C - Late February]
It's really the only option available to her, she thinks as she downs another shot. Elizabeth is young and inexperienced, but she isn't dumb. Norrell assured her assistance at first because she thought the same kind of loyalty would be extended to her, and the second time he'd bought her fair and square. But the incident on the boat is decidedly unforgivable. He's a jackass is what he is. What kind of leader just watched his student struggle to not drown?
Not again. She'd be damned if she let herself be moved around a board like a chess piece by Gilbert Norrell again.
...Not that she is one-hundred percent sure of what she's going to do or how she's going to go about it, but that's something for a night that's not the one she's decided to quietly rebel against her mentor. Right now, she's enjoying some drinking and dancing away from her roommate. Just remembering what it's like to live free for a night.
What: A crisis of conscience. But what can someone as separated from politics like her do?
How humiliating.
Elizabeth had known from the start that she wasn't fit to be Maiden, and yet she'd let Norrell and Sylvia talk her into being paraded around as a possibility, not thinking about what would happen when she-- surprise surprise!-- wasn't. Landing in the water after being harassed hadn't been so great either, and Norrell's reaction (or really, lack thereof) spoke volumes. He probably would have preferred that she'd drowned quietly, wouldn't he?
She's been staying away from the circle, embarrassed and feeling betrayal she probably had no business feeling. And used, that was the worst feeling of all. They'd used her. Just like in Virginia.
But what was she supposed to do? These were the people who were supposed to protect her, and instead they're parading her around like a show pony with a big 'KILL ME' sign around her neck. Leaving would be suicide, and who else would teach her how to use her power? Not Circle Midnight, obviously. So she had to, somehow, make her own situation tenable.
[A - Early February]
But how? She didn't know anyone, she intentionally stayed out of things if she could help it, unless it involved keeping people alive. February is still freezing by her standards, but the only way to get her mind quiet is to run. So she starts jogging at the park near her dorm-- she's pretty fast on her own, even when she's dressed for the cold weather. As she runs, she goes back and forth in her head. How fast, realistically, would she be crushed if she actually stood up to Norrell?
[B - Mid February, for Illya]
As much as she thought about it, she could really only speculate about the outcomes. She needs someone who will be painfully blunt with her, and fortunately she actually knows someone like that. Who she just happens to have a certain potion for-- at least something good came from assisting Norrell at Croydon again. Elizabeth sends Illya a text and waits at the deli they'd last met at, mostly staring out the window and waiting instead of drinking her coffee.
[C - Late February]
It's really the only option available to her, she thinks as she downs another shot. Elizabeth is young and inexperienced, but she isn't dumb. Norrell assured her assistance at first because she thought the same kind of loyalty would be extended to her, and the second time he'd bought her fair and square. But the incident on the boat is decidedly unforgivable. He's a jackass is what he is. What kind of leader just watched his student struggle to not drown?
Not again. She'd be damned if she let herself be moved around a board like a chess piece by Gilbert Norrell again.
...Not that she is one-hundred percent sure of what she's going to do or how she's going to go about it, but that's something for a night that's not the one she's decided to quietly rebel against her mentor. Right now, she's enjoying some drinking and dancing away from her roommate. Just remembering what it's like to live free for a night.
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No, she had other things on her mind.
"I finished the thing you asked me for," she says, pulling her bag into her lap as he has a seat. Once he's settled, Elizabeth is holding out an aluminum thermos to him.
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"Thank you. I'm very grateful."
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A
When he spots Elizabeth he pauses, frowns slightly before changing direction to intercept her.
"Miss DeWitt!" he calls out, hurrying faster to try and catch up with her. "Miss DeWitt! One moment!"
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Elizabeth slows down, partially because she's used to deferring to Norrell, partially because it's just bizarre that she was thinking about him and now he's right here.
"Good morning, Mr. Norrell," Elizabeth tries to appear bright and cheerful as he closes the distance between them. "You need help with all of that?"
What else was she going to comment on, after all?
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"No, no! I am quite at home with carrying my own files! I wished only to express my sympathy! It is not at all right that Abigail has stolen your title from you! Oh, they might say that she fulfilled the signs but we both know she is not at all right for the role! I would not be surprised if it was some ploy by her Circle! I begun looking into it directly that I heard, and you can be sure that if anything can be done before the official passing of the title in March it will be!"
He smiles at her, seemingly thinking this is reassuring. To him, it would be! He would never stand for being overlooked in such a way.
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"If there's anything that can be done, Mr. Norrell, I'm sure you'll do it," she says with a smile. "I'm honestly curious as to how you're going to go about it, though, the signs seemed very clear."
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C
He can't though, and in fact it's pure coincidence that sees Eames here. One of his contacts favours this place, and he's getting a drink at the bar while he waits. He does a bit of a double take when he sees Elizabeth throwing back a shot, never having seen her outside a conflict. It's like seeing a sheered sheep for the first time.
"Rough day?" He asks. Doing shots on your own is never a good sign.
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This is not at all alarming, given the amount of alcohol Elizabeth has put into her tonight. If she dies, well... okay, sure.
"Rough month," she clarifies, leaning on the bar and looking the image of wronged-drunk-woman. "How's yours been?"
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Still. He answers her question with a short, bitter laugh. "Seems to be a common feeling across the city," he says as he inspects his glass and takes a long drink.
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Yes, this rough-and-tumble tone is coming out of the witch who, just weeks previous, had been offering to heal him despite their being on opposite sides. It appears she doesn't have much of the "Kumbaya Spirit" left today.
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C
A lifetime of being burdened with other people's pain has, for one, made her somewhat prone to not feeling particularly entitled to her own, but it has also simply made her more or less force herself to have a positive outlook on almost everything. You can always find the light, sometimes you just have to look a little harder for it.
She too was suggested as Maiden, which more than anything just struck her as funny because she is not really a leader and she knows it. In all honesty she isn't sure she believes all that much in the current way of doing things. Structure, hierarchy, these things don't exactly work very well with her spirit.
She is an anarchist at heart, in truth, and she is struggling here in London, finding no purchase as she scrambles at the walls of the supernatural community, trying to climb over them or better yet, tear them down.
So, for once, she is allowing herself to have a bit of a cry, tears dripping into her ridiculous fruity drink that she couldn't really afford but bought anyway because sometimes you just make dumb decisions when you're sad.
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She chews on her lip for a moment, and then pushes off the bar. Even if they hadn't formally met, a Daybreak sister was still a sister. Right?
"Hey," she says, sliding into the seat next to her. "Your name is Siobhan, right?"
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"Aye, and you're Elizabeth."
Her Scottish brogue is soft, but very distinctive, and she offers Elizabeth a hand to shake (after wiping it a little on her jeans).
"Nice to meet you. Y'know, properly."
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"You want to talk about why you're adding something extra to that... pink thing, whatever it is?"
Somebody doesn't frequent bars often either.
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He's out, doing his own investigating. There's work to be done with the Guardians, yes, but he also has plenty of other leads to follow up. Just because he doesn't know who's to blame. And until he knows that? He can't enlist help. But seeing her...
But he knows her, even bundled up. Norrell's Maiden candidate. Plenty of unfortunate consequences had come of that.
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"Yes?"
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He offers his hand forward.
"Lord Colin Coward. We met briefly on the Night Council's cruise. I was the representative of the Islington Nest there."
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C
Abigail asks it even though she's almost certain of it. Normally, parties aren't her thing, but she agreed to come with a few other Midnight girls. ...Who have ditched her. But she can't really blame them.
Still, she gives a grin and nods to the empty glass.
"I've got a tab. What're you drinking?"
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She's tipsy in front of the Maiden, that's probably some kind of weird thing, right? Respect of Position or something? For a moment Elizabeth looks like a deer in the headlights, but blinks it off a few seconds later.
"Ahhh... shots," she says with a guilty grin. "You probably shouldn't, I probably shouldn't have honestly. But, you know. Uh. Yolo?"
That's what people their age said, right?
"What do you drink usually?"
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Usually, she's the kind to sit at a table with a glass or two of wine. Four if she's really feeling like letting loose. But this is supposed to be just fun. Getting to see the community.
Not, as the girls who dragged her out said, 'being a Widdowson' for one night.
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C
He does a quick survey of the room and doesn't see anyone at first glance, and the nearest person is a young witch putting down a shot glass at the bar. He braces himself for the incredibly dumb question he's about to ask, putting on a smooth smile and tapping her on the shoulder.
"Pardon me," he says, in that voice he uses, "I'm sorry to bother you, but have you seen a man come through here in a three-piece fuchsia suit?"
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"...sorry-- yes, fuchsia suit. I... did see someone like that, horrific tie too? Looked like it had tiny Scottie dogs all over it?"
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"You didn't happen to see where he went, did you?"
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