exsilium | voice Ϯ 01

[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.

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Then she was finally crowned, that is something. I do not generally spend my time dwelling upon English politics, but she is a rather young queen.

I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean. [The fuck is he... Perhaps his English is not so good.] She is, in fact, a rather old queen.

When I am from, mademoiselle, she is not actually a queen.

When you are from? [A beat.] I see. Just as I have apparently been pulled forward through the centuries, you have as well. But your starting point was a different one.

When I left Paris, it was June of 1832.

Prior to coming here, I spent several months in another country with technology similar to this place, though it was very definitely on Earth. I suspect that there are as many discrepancies in our information and personal... chronologies, I suppose would be the word, as there are individuals here.

I do not yet know how this information will relate to our situation.

1832. [That's stupid. All of this is stupid.] And you say you are prone to these sorts of misadventures.

If that is what you would like to call them.

Only in jest. More accurately, I should call it imprisonment.

More accurately, indeed.

There was an attempt made recently against our captors, or so I have heard.

What sort of attempt?

As I have only just arrived here myself? I do not know.

That is quite unfortunate.

I am very sorry to disappoint. [Except not. He's sorry he doesn't know more about for himself.]

Please do not apologize, monsieur. This conversation has been endlessly enlightening.

You are being exceptionally polite, mademoiselle, but there is no need. We would all do better to know more of our surroundings. Conversations are the only way we can hope to achieve that.

I must beg your forgiveness for having deceived you. [Ha.] But for whatever it's worth, we are in agreement. I have no intention of being kept as a slave.

And yet you would live as a subject. [To each his own, but pft monarchy.]

I am a woman, monsieur. [Can you hear how unimpressed she is?] If men have their way, I shall always be subjugated.

I have been told repeatedly that modern women do not ascribe to such philosophies. Further, though I may be a man, even I can see the hypocrisy in discrimination based upon something was arbitrary as sex. I shall stand by my previous observation, mademoiselle.

You are welcome to it, monsieur. Though, I wonder why you choose not to recall that I was to leave England regardless.

For Paris, yes, where you would find yourself the guest of a bourgeois monarch who boasts of moderation while clutching his umbrella. Forgive me, mademoiselle, but I fail to notice much of a difference.

Oh, dear. Monsieur, no. No, no, no.

[Is that... why yes. Yes, she's actually laughing.]

You really have no idea, do you.

[Well, that stings.]

Please enlighten me, mademoiselle.

There isn't a king anymore. It's a republic.

I beg your pardon?

[Because he really wants to make sure he heard that one right.]

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