Justine Florbelle

[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?