IC Contact

[once_janus]

[IC Phone/Text/Email]

"You've reached the voicemail of Elizabeth DeWitt. Leave a message if you must; I'll get back to you at my earliest convenience."
[Sarcastic? Maybe slightly]

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text; rosedurossignol

[lethermindwander]

Ready for another silly "Christine gets into trouble in Hell" story? I thought so. When the plagues rolled through town, I was buried alive in a coffin.

I'm sure you're thinking, "Christine, that happened to lots of people, that's not exciting." You're right. The interesting part comes in when I tell you with whom I was buried with.

It was Hancock. I was buried alive with John Hancock. We were a mess of tangled limbs. In a coffin.

[once_janus]

[a hint of a smirk (or is it a smile?) curves the corner of Elizabeth's mouth]

Always.

You were buried... alive. Well, glad I missed out on that adventure. Seems like it was a good time to stay in and paint. I'm glad you that you're alright though. I guess you couldn't exactly die... again.

Oh, Hancock?

[He seems like a decent enough fellow; kinda starting to grow on her, he is. Like a mold.]

Wait, tangled limbs?

Chris, should I be worried about your decency? ;)

[lethermindwander]

I was out and about. As I tend to do. You know me, can't stay put for very long. Found a lovely jazz club on the day that the sky was raining icy fireballs. We'll have to go sometime.

Anyway. Yes. Hancock. Red coat, tricorner hat. Distinct lack of nose. Remember the day I went out to hunt down a hellbeast that was terrorizing the outskirts of town? It was with him. Pretty sure I mentioned that before but.

I got banged over the head with a cast iron frying pan so I was slightly concussed at the time. When I started to come to, I might have mistaken poor Hancock for someone else, at first.

[once_janus]

I'm guessing you spent a lot of time in one place, during your life. Restlessness can be a symptom of that. Trust me, I would know.

Yes, I know him. Actually made a deal with him; you could almost say we're working together, in the way that he's helping me and I will be helping him. With. Something? I'm uncertain what he wants, thus far.

Oh, you mistook him did you? And what form did that take exactly? Don't tell me you accidentally called out someone else's name.

[She's teasing you Christine!]

voice

[statehouseswagger]

You're gonna wanna find a convenient time real quick, sister. I got somethin' for ya.

Voice

[once_janus]

And what might what that something be, Hancock? Don't tell me you found what I'm looking for already; I wasn't expecting you to be so quick.

[Words not often spoken with such a fair measure of approval

[statehouseswagger]

[There's an innuendo in there somewhere.]

You complainin'? I could hang onto it for a while if you're into that whole delayed gratification thing. No skin off my nose.

[Because he doesn't have one, ha. ha. Ghoul humor.]

text; rosedurossignol (I TOLD YOU I WAS GOING TO ABUSE THE HELL OUT OF THIS.)

[lethermindwander]

I had a thought. Shocking, I know. I thought, "I can fit in that."



And what do you know, I was right. This counts as being productive today, yes?

[once_janus]

... why are you in the sink? [ oh lord. This is the same woman whose voice is a god damn weapon of beauty.]

[lethermindwander]

...why not? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[One can be a musical force of nature and a total goof, after all.]

text; rosedurossignol (This is what I do instead of actual tags, plz make me stop this stupid)

[lethermindwander]

And here I thought using my married name once in a while wouldn't be a bad idea and then I come across this on the Hellnet.

[READ THIS, LIZ. ]

I'm having another one of those "What is my life" kind of moments. Again.

There's no way someone can turn Daaé into a crude innuendo, is there?

[once_janus]

That sounds like an excellent question for the hellnet, if you're really that curious.

[What is the internet even. This was not a thing in her time.]

[lethermindwander]

[It certainly wasn't when she was alive either but...She's been dead long enough to embrace it. Sort of.

Maybe not today, though.]

Perhaps I'll just drop the surname all together. Christine is a fairly common name still but...

I do not want to ever come to be known as some French courtesan named Mme. De Shagmé. The Victorian in me is utterly horrified.

text; rosedurossignol (STILL NOT DOING ACTUAL TAGS LOOK AT ME GOOOOO)

[lethermindwander]

I found this at Crimeries' Cursed Crap today.

I think it's destiny.

[once_janus]

Oh my god. [her dry voice cracks slightly with a hint of humor.]

Is this supposed to be one of those stylish guilt jackets we were discussing?

[lethermindwander]

Isn't it gloriously awful?

The dead eyed stare of that unicorn is truly haunting.

voice;

[lethermindwander]

[Despite an attempt to keep herself calm, there's no hiding the panic in her voice.

She doesn't know who else to turn to. Or why this sudden development has cut her far deeper than it should.]

I can't find him. He's just, he's just gone, Elizabeth. I can't find him anywhere, not any of his normal places.

I, I know that souls can get lost from time to time but I didn't--

[Has she been crying? It might sound like she's been crying.]

We're all already dead, it shouldn't be possible to just...disappear without a trace. I know he had enemies, God, they were practically my enemies as well, at this point but I just--

He's gone. Unless, unless you've seen him lately? [Seen whom lately, Christine? It almost sounds like she's talking about Erik, the way she's gotten herself all worked up into a frenzy...]

Hancock. Have you seen him? Has he said anything to you? It's not like him to...I would have heard from him by now. Even if he had been passed out in a gutter for a week, he would have said something to me. He always said something or he'd come find me and we'd laugh about it later and--

[Because it's slowly dawning on her that she might just have fallen in love with another corpse-faced lunatic. Don't know what you have until it's gone? A recurring pattern in her life, really.]

I don't want to believe he's gone.

[once_janus]

[It takes her a few moments to decipher just who her panicked friend is speaking about. Did she lose Erik, or Hancock? Either way, Christine is quite upset, and Elizabeth isn't cold hearted enough to avoid the sudden pang of empathy.

But Christine does clear up the confusion herself, which sends Elizabeth into deep contemplation. She had teased her friend about her feelings for Hancock, but it suddenly seems as though Christine's feelings for him run much deeper than perhaps either of them had thought.]

I'm sorry, but I haven't. Last we spoke was when he gave me my bird pin, and that was quite a while ago.

We'll look for him, alright? We can take my horse and search anywhere you like. Who knows, maybe we'll both find who we're looking for

[a sadly pathetic attempt at optimism, but for Christine she tried, at least.]

Trust me; with my eyes, we'll cover a lot ground very quickly

[lethermindwander]

[These feelings are blindsiding her, really. How could she have fallen in love with someone else...?

But Hancock had been the exact person she needed to meet when she had. A reaffirmation that she was strong, even if Christine hadn't always seen it herself.]

It's so stupid, Elizabeth. I don't even know--

I shouldn't be this upset about this but he and I, we were close. He was my best friend, aside from you. We just. We were always running off causing trouble together and I--

I miss him and it hurts.

Just-- yeah. Keep an eye out for him. I don't want to drag you into the gnarly mess that was his tangled web of shady contacts. If he's...if he's still in the city, I'll find him. I will.

[But is her love for Hancock strong enough to make her leave Little Hades (and Erik) behind to find him? Now there's an interesting thought.]

Perhaps I'll find that I haven't completely lost my knack for doing the impossible in the few months I've been here. [She's still crying.]

text; rosedurossignol

[lethermindwander]

Call me after work. I've been talking to new Hancock and I've learned something about him you need to hear ASAP.

text; SongbirdOrCage

[once_janus]

My voice is tired; two encours made a lot of tips. I think I have a fanclub Chris, and I'm not sure how to feel about it.

What is it?

And... are you okay? About this New Hancock, I mean.

[lethermindwander]

You better be drinking that tea I gave you if your voice is that tired.

[Don't mess with mama bear!Christine.]

And fan clubs are annoying but mostly harmless, even down here. I wouldn't worry until one of them is trying to kidnap you.

[Says the woman obsessively in love with her kidnapper. Hello, Stockholm Syndrome. It's funny because she's Swedish and has family from Stockholm, right? No? Moving on then....]

It doesn't matter if I'm okay with him or not. He's here and I'm dealing with the ramifications of it. The important thing has nothing to do with our apparent history.

I showed him the picture of Booker. He knows him. They're friends, supposedly.

And he knows where Booker is.

text; rosedurossignol

[lethermindwander]

Get off the train in the next city. Wait for me there. I'm currently barred from buying train tickets until I report to Brimstone for punishment.

Which isn't going to happen. I need to get out of here, I can't stay in Little Hades another moment.

I apologize for slowing down the journey.

text; SongbirdOrCage

[once_janus]

Got it.

Chris, what the hell happened?

Are you okay?

[lethermindwander]

I found Erik. Again.

Things didn't go as planned.

I think I ran into an old friend of yours. That rabbit obsessed son of a bitch got what he deserved.