Elizabeth DeWitt earned the power of self respect (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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ten_fwd2015-09-13 09:50 pm
loiseau_ou_la_cage) wrote in ten_fwd2015-09-13 09:50 pm
ota, let me know which option you want
Option 1, the arboretum
Elizabeth is sitting in the hydroponic garden, trying to tune a guitar. She has a tuning fork, but it's not in use anymore because she's tuned that string already. Now she's trying to remember how to use the little dots on her frets to bring the rest into line. It would probably be easy to look up on the PADD but for now she's enjoying being alone with her thoughts and the intermittent twang of strings. Once she gets the hang of it the tuning goes quickly and she switches to using the guitar to lead herself in vocal warm ups. She sings loudly, unafraid of drawing an audience.
Option 2, Ten Forward
Later in the day Elizabeth is in the bar reading aloud to Anne. Anne is sleeping in her pram, which she's nearly outgrown. Elizabeth doesn't mind that her audience is sound asleep. She loves Walt Whitman. He has such imagery and a zest for life that she adores.
This poem has specific meaning for Elizabeth, though she isn't sure it's the best to read to a baby.
"My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead."
Private to Booker
After all the socializing Elizabeth was relieved when she got home. She put Anne on the floor by the replicator and started to make them both dinner, calling out to Booker as she worked. "Are you here? It's been a ridiculous day."
Elizabeth is sitting in the hydroponic garden, trying to tune a guitar. She has a tuning fork, but it's not in use anymore because she's tuned that string already. Now she's trying to remember how to use the little dots on her frets to bring the rest into line. It would probably be easy to look up on the PADD but for now she's enjoying being alone with her thoughts and the intermittent twang of strings. Once she gets the hang of it the tuning goes quickly and she switches to using the guitar to lead herself in vocal warm ups. She sings loudly, unafraid of drawing an audience.
Option 2, Ten Forward
Later in the day Elizabeth is in the bar reading aloud to Anne. Anne is sleeping in her pram, which she's nearly outgrown. Elizabeth doesn't mind that her audience is sound asleep. She loves Walt Whitman. He has such imagery and a zest for life that she adores.
This poem has specific meaning for Elizabeth, though she isn't sure it's the best to read to a baby.
"My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead."
Private to Booker
After all the socializing Elizabeth was relieved when she got home. She put Anne on the floor by the replicator and started to make them both dinner, calling out to Booker as she worked. "Are you here? It's been a ridiculous day."
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