Justine Florbelle (
eternallywithoutfear) wrote2013-02-04 04:09 pm
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Entry tags:
- best rocket ever obvs.,
- circe the evil kissy-face,
- gratuitous flirting in three... two...,
- ic,
- it's a trap!,
- route,
- she's quite nice before you know her,
- this corset is killing her,
- what is this century even,
- women be wearing pants,
- yo men you're supposed to ride in now,
- you wouldn't even know she's a psycho
1st Suitor ❦ Video/Action for Goldenrod ❦
[The feed starts with a woman sitting on a bench with a little Gothita beside her. The woman looks like she was plucked out of a history book, with her spine ramrod-straight, her skin the color of porcelain, her waist so narrow that she must be wearing a corset, and her giant green floor-length dress using way too much fabric to be practical. Seriously, she could probably clothe a small country with all the cloth in that dress. Rocket uniform? What Rocket uniform?]
Good morning. [The woman carefully folds her hands in her lap, ignoring the Gothita beside her making a kissy face at the camera.] I am told that this object is ‘broadcasting’ what it sees to whosoever owns another one of its kind, so I decided that I should introduce myself.
[She inclines her head slightly, flashing a beautiful smile.] I am Miss Justine Florbelle. Don’t concern yourself with explaining the current situation to me—people already have, yet I find myself quite displaced. Not by the animals—they, I have accepted. No, what I am curious about is the current date, because I have received conflicting answers. [Yep. Kissy-faced bunny goth things, totally believable. Time skip, no.]
Does anyone care to assist a poor lady in distress?
Good morning. [The woman carefully folds her hands in her lap, ignoring the Gothita beside her making a kissy face at the camera.] I am told that this object is ‘broadcasting’ what it sees to whosoever owns another one of its kind, so I decided that I should introduce myself.
[She inclines her head slightly, flashing a beautiful smile.] I am Miss Justine Florbelle. Don’t concern yourself with explaining the current situation to me—people already have, yet I find myself quite displaced. Not by the animals—they, I have accepted. No, what I am curious about is the current date, because I have received conflicting answers. [Yep. Kissy-faced bunny goth things, totally believable. Time skip, no.]
Does anyone care to assist a poor lady in distress?
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[Yeah, it would be. Justine would probably assume you were crazy.
Speaking of, she was about to ask for more specifics, but...]
Excuse me? Women have left the house?
Why on Earth would they?
[It's never occurred to her to try to buck the system and work with machines and anatomy the way she does in private, partially because it's how she's been brought up and partially because all the women around her have always fit the mold they were expected to fit in. She can't see any of those women stumbling into a laboratory without ruining everything in sight.
Women are usually inferior, in her mind. She's just an anomaly.]
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[And it's really a shame, Justine, that you can't hear her right now (or maybe in retrospect it's a very good thing), because she is the complete wrong person to ask that question and she's just laughing to herself.]
Because there's so much more to do and see in the world, outside of the confines of the house. And some of us don't intend to stop until we've done and seen as much of it as we can.
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There are inherent differences between a man and a woman, making them suited for different roles. The women I know would be utterly destroyed if they took so much as a step into the men's world.
[She types so hurriedly, in fact, that she forgets to explicitly include herself in that category.]
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There are inherent differences between men and women, and those differences are considerably less consequential than many people once believed. Women were once told there was no place for them in "the dirty pool of politics" — to which some very brave women responded that perhaps it was time, then, for some women to come along and clean it up.
The world is not the exclusive playground of men any longer, Miss Florbelle. On the contrary, it's a rare occasion when I can find a man who can keep up with me.
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She needs to respond, and it has to be in a way she doesn't mind other people being able to see, because this is completely public.]
Tall poppies are oft cut, Miss Sandiego. A kind warning from one woman to another.
[She needs to think before she responds any further.]
What else should I know about the current time?
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Let me take a turn at asking questions first. Are you financially stable, at the moment? When trainers first arrive here, they're frequently left with...few resources.