closed | holiday company

[elevelvetor]

WHO: Elda & her dates (Mariko Kawaguchi and Albert Wesker)
WHERE: Some lovely little restaurants in Tisse, and maybe other places later on; I'm not in charge of your threads here
WHEN: Evening time; Tuesday, December 5th for Mariko, and Thursday, December 7th for Wesker
WHAT: Blind dates! Despite Elizabeth setting this all up, she's actually nowhere to be found.
WARNINGS: None, probably

[ top levels will have the dates! have fun c: ]

Comments

[matchbreaker]

Even if there's a lot I know, there's a lot I don't know too, and the missing gaps are... things I'm not comfortable with not knowing.

[manufactured]

...Likewise, at this point.

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . How perverse. ]

I wonder, if I had a daughter, would she have ended up looking like that woman's granddaughter?

[manufactured]

[...Elda...]

That's...

[...Something he honestly has no idea what to say to, give him a moment, um.]

[matchbreaker]

I know, I know. I'm being foolish on at least two levels and selfish on at least three others.

[ Going on about this in front of Albert of all people (she knows there's no way this is something that keeps him up. Hell, it's probably not something he even cares about. What's more, to be jealous of herself? Herself in some other life? And what's more, how cruel is that to Silver? To Toushiro?

... She loves all of them.

She can at least laugh at herself in this instance, seeming to be genuinely amused in a dark way. ]

[manufactured]

[...It's awkward on at least two levels, given that he was

1. adopted by a single parent himself
and
2. apparently in one good relationship in his past life, which ended over some sort of fight regarding whether they should have children or not

so um.]

It's fine, Elda. It happens.

[matchbreaker]

[ She was beautiful though, that girl Karin... She'd love to... meet her someday. But she's dead, isn't she? She's... dead. Like that whole world.

... It's.

Mmm.

She downs the rest of her glass, mostly to resist muttering something about that. ]

[manufactured]

[...Alcohol sounds like a great idea right about now, honestly. Holy shit. Okay. Yes. That is what we are doing.]

[matchbreaker]

[ O o p s .

Yeah let's down some more wine where's their meal they need more in their stomach, will it be here soon? God? ]

[manufactured]

[elda he loves you but he literally just told you

like

at the start of this conversation

that he was taken away from his parents and adopted

talking about how adopted kids are basically the goldfish you got because you couldn't get a hamster might have been a not-great life decision

...that said food would be nice because god he does not have any idea what to say at this point so he's just?? awkward? awkward is a good albeit very loose word for it, food is where.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Look she.

Has hang ups and she loves her kids a lot she's not.

Belittling that at all.

... Or maybe she was.

This is a thing she feels guilty about a lot, not knowing which way to express these feelings or if they even ought to be.

As she goes into silent contemplation about waiting for the food, she thinks again about that drawing. Should she apologize to Albert? Maybe? ... Mmm.

... Siiip. ]

[manufactured]

[...we are doing so goddamn well tonight - ]

It seems we've managed to speak more on this date than we ever did back before August.

[...

look he's capable of remaining silent for a very, very long time but let's not just spend the next several minutes just slowly dying in silence when we don't need to

now we can just...slowly die while using words]

[matchbreaker]

It's silly, when you think about it.

[ Sure, words. She wouldn't count this as going that badly, but. Yeah it's. Yeah. ]

[manufactured]

I don't know if I'd consider it to be or not.

[...I mean, we were kind of a shitshow before then.]

[matchbreaker]

No. maybe not.

[ There was probably no helping how ... it was. Or how it changed.

Mmm. ]

[manufactured]

Something on your mind, Elda?

[He doesn't doubt that something is, but yes.]

[matchbreaker]

Nothing constructive. Just errant thoughts mixed with nostalgia.

[ she shakes her head. ]

... I'm at the point I'd normally cut my hair [ namely, properly shoulder-length ] but I keep not getting around to it.

[manufactured]

It's nice as it is, you know.

[And while that's...blunt, a little, it isn't insincere, either.]

[matchbreaker]

Is it...?

[ ... Mmm. ]

I've started to get used to seeing purple in the mirror. It's so strange.

[manufactured]

A bit, perhaps, but it's...

[...Mm.]

It's likely a bit odd to say that it suits you, but that isn't to say that it doesn't, either.

[matchbreaker]

It's an echo of the "real" me, as far as Retrospec's concerned, right? It ought to suit me.

[ But that's laced with a thin sarcasm, and perhaps a little laugh at the end, still tinged with a weird sense of... melancholy? Maybe even nostalgia? She's not sure. ]

[manufactured]

That's a bit strong, I'd say.

[That's likewise a bit dry, though; "real" selves, good lord.]

[matchbreaker]

True, I've never seen it like that.

[ But it seemed like you might??? Retrospec always seems to??? ]

[manufactured]

I know you don't.

[...]

I don't know how I feel about it; it seems pointless, at this time, to deny that these memories we're getting are ours. But the idea that those people are...that we're less genuine than they are, that this is what we're supposed to be, and what we're absolutely going to be again - it doesn't strike me well.

I still want nothing to do with that, I think.

[matchbreaker]

I realize it's a little philosophical, but I think I agree with Officer Togusa and some others who've said that it's impossible for us to completely become those people, now that we've lived the way we have now. That's... been comforting to me, but I would understand if that can't work as well for you.