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

[mortuaria]

[ he waffles on whether or not to share this much, but then decides to bite the bullet ]

the 1940s. 2010. take your pick.

[iphigeneia]

That's quite a large span you're covering. [Perhaps he's like that French fellow who claims to have time travelled somehow...]

[mortuaria]

yeah well my life is just special like that

[iphigeneia]

It does sound rather... interesting. Would you be troubled if I were to ask you how the future is? Or the past, from here, I suppose.

[mortuaria]

i'm not really the best person to ask about that

[iphigeneia]

Surely you must have some ability to appraise it.

[mortuaria]

[ he spends most of his time in the underworld and pointedly avoiding most living people ]

i guess...

more crowded. louder. people don't live on the moon yet though, if that's what you're asking

[iphigeneia]

That sounds about right.

What about the women? Are we all equals yet?

[mortuaria]

you got the vote in the 20s

[iphigeneia]

That is disappointingly far off.

[mortuaria]

yeah, sorry. nothing i can do about that

[iphigeneia]

No, you can't. And you shouldn't apologize.

[mortuaria]

[ he wasn't really apologizing....why does she think he's apologizing ]

sure

[iphigeneia]

[At least she is not lecturing on the importance of standing up for oneself!...... Yet!]

May I assume a pass at my request for trousers?

[mortuaria]

[ no lectures

and felicity can't see it but nico is very red ]

yeah you can definitely assume a pass

[iphigeneia]

[If she knew, she'd cherish the memory always. Such power. :') ]

Splendid.

I suppose you've only just arrived yourself?

[mortuaria]

yeah i have

[iphigeneia]

Has this ever happened to you before?

[mortuaria]

[ this specifically? no. he hedges a vague half-truth ]

not really

[iphigeneia]

Disappointing. I was hoping for a pattern.

[mortuaria]

then you're looking to the wrong person

[iphigeneia]

That isn't surprising. I don't even know to whom I am looking.

[mortuaria]

maybe i don't like talking face to face

[iphigeneia]

As is your right. After all, I am still a stranger as well.

[mortuaria]

...thanks