voice Ϯ 01

[iphigeneia]

[The voice is that of a young woman speaking in a crisp English accent. She sounds entirely unamused, though not necessarily resigned to her situation.]

If the circumstances here are truly as they've been presented to me, it would seem that my travel plans will need to be revised and that I shan't be leaving for Paris in the morning after all. More pressing, however, is the lack of access to my own finances. I find this irritating, to say the least.

[A girl's gotta have some cash. Real money, too, not this fake stuff they're touting. This is absolutely ridiculous. She sighs, voice taking on a slightly more sympathetic tone.]

As I said, if I can't go to Paris tomorrow, I shall have to alter my plans. I am in dire need of a tailor. Someone skilled. Not a dressmaker. I shall impart the details of my commission to said tailor, if and when we are introduced.

At present I have nothing to barter with aside from my good name and promise of repayment at a future date. And with all these witnesses, that ought to be enough. My name is a very good one, if that matters to anyone at all.

[There's a deliberate pause before she speaks again.]

Though if anyone should have pertinent information on how one might go about securing passage away from this this... settlement, I should be much obliged for your assistance.

Comments

video;

[revolutionized]

[Utena had been listening to this while her recording was on, and so the screen shows her expression slowly shifting into one of confused bafflement — frowning, her brow furrowed.

She speaks up carefully, as if dealing with something delicate.] Um, did they tell you what's going on?

voice;

[iphigeneia]

[That's a difficult question to answer, if only because Felicity doesn't entirely believe them.]

I found their responses to be... unsatisfactory.

permavid

[revolutionized]

What about it is unsatisfactory? [...She rubs at her neck.] I mean...other than everything, oi...

The thing is, we're stuck here. They don't know how to send us back.

voice

[fintastic]

Kirian is a really good tailor, you should find him!

Sorry though, there isn't really any way to leave.

voice

[iphigeneia]

Kirian. Where might I find him?

[That second part is not an answer she likes to hear.] No way at all? No way to return to... someplace that isn't this facility?

[orestes]

You have neglected to provide your good name, mademoiselle.

[iphigeneia]

Forgive me, monsieur. I am Felicity Worthington, daughter of Admiral Worthington. [Not that anyone knows who he is or cares.]

video;

[buttpunch]

[Tsubomi is, as nearly always, answering from the agricultural wing, bent over a white and silver piece of machinery from which the tops of some plants are visible--radishes, if the viewer is the type to recognize them--with the camera off somewhere to her lower left. She smiles at the camera, pleasantly.]

Kirian Dawningsun is a tailor! I believe he takes commissions, but you'd have to speak to him directly...

[She stands, winding her hands together over her stomach, bowing her head politely.] And I make clothing myself! A little of everything. [She gestures to her barely-visible outfit, a long-sleeved pink raglan and plain dark linen capris.] All I need is fabric, and I'd be happy to help you! You can come with me to pick it out, and everything, if you'd like. [Apparently she's become more of a businesswoman than she thinks.] My name is Tsubomi Hanasaki.

[She bites her lip. How to tell her there was no way home...] But, um, there's no way to go back yet. They tried it once, and it killed a lot of people--or so they tell me. I arrived after.

video;

[iphigeneia]

[Felicity finally uses video instead of voice, revealing herself in an 1890's traveling suit and ornate feathered hat. It's both impressive and ridiculous.]

There are suitable fabrics available here? And the supplies you would need to make a suit?

[The rest they can discuss momentarily. Getting some pants made is her #1 priority!!!]

text.

[wolfchild]

your name will not be worth anything here

voice;

[iphigeneia]

Why not?

text

[mortuaria]

seriously? we're trapped in a space station on the freaking moon and you're worried about dresses?

voice;

[iphigeneia]

Do you consider freedom of movement a frivolous pursuit? I should think that if you were stuck in a corset and forty pounds of clothing, you might also desire a pair of trousers.

[alittlesweptup]

Don't bother with the tailor. Speak with Ella Ellis. She can make anything for anyone and is apparently too silly to require payment for it

[iphigeneia]

I certainly can't decline something that's free. Thank you very much for the suggestion.

video;

[timewalking]

I see you've heard my name. I am Kirian Dawningsun, and I've been a tailor for many years.

I assume you've newly arrived?

video;

[iphigeneia]

Yes. I only arrived just now. My name is Felicity Worthington and I'm in the market for trousers.

video;

[braavado]

[Clothes, really? Then again, Asami did bring half of her house over to the air temple even after finding out about her father. Maybe it's supposed to be comforting or something.]

The only way you can leave the base is to get sent on a mission. Otherwise you're pretty much stuck here with the rest of us.

video;

[iphigeneia]

What missions are those, exactly?

video;

[bittertears]

A pity. Paris would've been far preferable to our current situation.

video;

[iphigeneia]

It is marvelous, isn't it? It was my intention to settle there.

video;

[lucency]

Well, you - you can go to Paris. I just doubt it'll have the leisurely plans that you probably intended.

[ belle smiles thinly. it's not exactly the best news, she knows, and a part of her is sorry she missed the new arrivals. ]

What have you been told so far?

video;

[iphigeneia]

I'd intended to rent a room and live as a Bohemian. I had my whole future saved away for.

[She looks sad, for just a split second, before she's collected yet again.]

I'm told we are stuck here until forever and that we can visit the past somehow. Or, and that I shouldn't trust anybody.

voice.

[selfequipped]

Did you find anyone? Because I'd love to share. Hey, we might even be able to pull something together if they need payment.

[Kate realizes that's not exactly fancy-speak enough. Sometimes, Clint rubs off on her in the worst ways.]

Please. Sorry.

voice.

[iphigeneia]

[Eeeeeeyebrow raise. Which Kate cannot see.]

I believe I have. As a matter of fact, there seem to be several tailors from which to choose.