[ It probably ain't the best first impression to make, coming through the Ingress soaked to the skin and dripping river water everywhere. Add in how he looks like he just came from a warzone and he's not exactly a shining example of what new crew ought to look like. Once he's been through medical and had a fancy shackle placed on his wrist he's in the wind with no real idea where he's going. After all, it wasn't like he was expecting to wake up after being drowned.
So Booker wanders. His first stop is the Observation Deck, where he stands and stares out at the stars and is, once again, reminded of Elizabeth. She said that the stars were all doors. If he was surrounded by them then... she sent him somewhere real far. ]
Where the hell did you send me...?
[ After that Booker reverts to type a bit. It doesn't take too much exploring to figure out where the bar is, and then he makes himself into a fixture with the intention of drowning his sorrows a bit. In his defense, he's had a rough week. He orders a whiskey and then toasts whoever's closest before tossing it back. ]
Cheers.
Well... at least it's edible.
[ The mess hall doesn't always produce the best food, but beggars can't be choosers. While others might be hesitant to eat some of the offerings due to their unusual colors or odors, Booker has no such hangups. He's filled his plate and is working his way through it with the work ethic of someone who has gone without in the past. So when he looks up and notices others not eating he frowns and points with his fork. ]
It ain't that bad, you know. [ It really actually is. But it's edible so long as you can get past the smell, anyways. ]
Booker DeWitt | Bioshock: Infinite
[ It probably ain't the best first impression to make, coming through the Ingress soaked to the skin and dripping river water everywhere. Add in how he looks like he just came from a warzone and he's not exactly a shining example of what new crew ought to look like. Once he's been through medical and had a fancy shackle placed on his wrist he's in the wind with no real idea where he's going. After all, it wasn't like he was expecting to wake up after being drowned.
So Booker wanders. His first stop is the Observation Deck, where he stands and stares out at the stars and is, once again, reminded of Elizabeth. She said that the stars were all doors. If he was surrounded by them then... she sent him somewhere real far. ]
Where the hell did you send me...?
[ After that Booker reverts to type a bit. It doesn't take too much exploring to figure out where the bar is, and then he makes himself into a fixture with the intention of drowning his sorrows a bit. In his defense, he's had a rough week. He orders a whiskey and then toasts whoever's closest before tossing it back. ]
Cheers.
Well... at least it's edible.
[ The mess hall doesn't always produce the best food, but beggars can't be choosers. While others might be hesitant to eat some of the offerings due to their unusual colors or odors, Booker has no such hangups. He's filled his plate and is working his way through it with the work ethic of someone who has gone without in the past. So when he looks up and notices others not eating he frowns and points with his fork. ]
It ain't that bad, you know. [ It really actually is. But it's edible so long as you can get past the smell, anyways. ]
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