eternallywithoutfear | 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?

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[...DID SOMEONE SAY HISTORY, THOUGH.]

The grace and aplomb with which you're taking your present circumstances, Miss Florbelle, makes me believe you're neither poor nor particularly distressed. But to answer your question, by local reckoning the date is February 4, 2013 — quite the displacement, as you so aptly put it, from what I imagine it must've been when last you checked it.

February 4th, 2013! According to local time. It's not what I remember it being, either, or most people.

You seem a bit calm to be stressing about this. Here it's February 4th, 2013.

_{[All right, Justine. Ready for a big ol' Welcome-to-the-21st-Century mindscrew?]

[Because here's what, for all sakes and purposes, probably looks like a BOY on the screen. Short, shaggy hair, a face full of freckles, and a coat of black leather that pretty much successfully obscures any presence of bust, at least on the tiny PokeGear screen.]

[And then it opens its mouth.]

[And speaks in a VERY GIRLY VOICE.]}

... Well, I'm gonna guess it's not your date, unless you're one of those re-enactment people.

The last time I saw a dress like the one you're wearing was in a museum.

[She may be out of a history book, but it's a history that Envy's lived through, and that in itself is interesting enough to ping him. He inclines his head forward in a brief bow when he turns on his video, the respectful gesture at odds with the amused smirk on his face.]

Welcome to 2013. You know, you're awfully calm for a lady in distress.

[Hm, it's not every day that people from different time periods appear in Johto, so Dimitri's quite interested.

By the way, that nondescript room he's sitting in may look a little familiar to Justine. Rocket dorms: so unique.]

How are you faring now that you have your answer?

[He didn't feel the need to repeat the date.]

It's the future!

[Adaptable, Ziva can respect that. Her appearance is probably not as jarring as Heather's--Ziva is still very obviously feminine, with long hair and makeup--though her clothes are still very much closer to masculine than Justine is used to. Pants and all.]

I imagine you have had a chorus of responses with the date. I admit, I was not as severely displaced upon my arrival.

[She went from May to October, it wasn't that jarring at all.]

My name is Ziva David. A pleasure.

Edited 2013-02-09 04:26 (UTC)

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