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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Fully understanding this tablet will take some effort, I suspect.

... Might I ask what became of the Earth I know?

You get used to it after a while. [ Maybe. ] Your Earth is still right where it is! Think of this like an alternate universe.

An alternate...? [The concept is not entirely familiar.] As in, a double? Or some such?

Yes! Like... imagine you had two fish bowls, and you put the same decorations in each. You put a fish from one into the other, and it looks like the same bowl, but it isn't!

[ It's the only analogy she can think of. She just accepted the idea too long ago to figure out how to explain it well. ]