one frill ♔ [voice]
[The post opens up with some static. Someone's breathing heavily like they've just run a long distance or been really, really excited over something. Not in a good way, either. Seriously, this is some ragged, panting, almost wheezing breathing. So unladylike, so undignified.
After a few seconds passes, though, the person seems to catch their breath and in the place of the terrible wheezing, a voice starts to speak in rapid, shrill Japanese. It's all very polite. Just quite high pitched and very very fast. In face, it takes the comm a few seconds to catch up on the translation.]
-- But Himiko is fictional! Ichiko told me that not even a half hour ago and now where is she and where am I? And in this state? Everything is ruined. I can't believe they ruined it.
[There's a pouty sigh. Clearly someone is calmer now, but still isn't exactly pleased. if you listen closely, you might even hear her sniffle pathetically. What the heck, it's not like Momoko looks like a picturesque Lolita now anyway. Humph.]
E-excuse me! I think there's been some mistake, but if this thing is a cell phone and I'm not hallucinating -- which I'm not entirely convinced isn't the case, to be honest with you -- I guess it couldn't hurt to ask if anyone here knows what's going on. My name is Momoko. I'm not Himiko, or related to her, or anything you might've heard. She doesn't even exist, and I just want to go home and change. If I get to it before the stains have dried I might even be able to save this dress. Can you even bleach lace?
[There's another big sniffle-sob and the comm clicks off. Momoko will be wandering the Columbus circle area in a ripped up, bloody, frilly dress for anyone who happens to be in the area.]
After a few seconds passes, though, the person seems to catch their breath and in the place of the terrible wheezing, a voice starts to speak in rapid, shrill Japanese. It's all very polite. Just quite high pitched and very very fast. In face, it takes the comm a few seconds to catch up on the translation.]
-- But Himiko is fictional! Ichiko told me that not even a half hour ago and now where is she and where am I? And in this state? Everything is ruined. I can't believe they ruined it.
[There's a pouty sigh. Clearly someone is calmer now, but still isn't exactly pleased. if you listen closely, you might even hear her sniffle pathetically. What the heck, it's not like Momoko looks like a picturesque Lolita now anyway. Humph.]
E-excuse me! I think there's been some mistake, but if this thing is a cell phone and I'm not hallucinating -- which I'm not entirely convinced isn't the case, to be honest with you -- I guess it couldn't hurt to ask if anyone here knows what's going on. My name is Momoko. I'm not Himiko, or related to her, or anything you might've heard. She doesn't even exist, and I just want to go home and change. If I get to it before the stains have dried I might even be able to save this dress. Can you even bleach lace?
[There's another big sniffle-sob and the comm clicks off. Momoko will be wandering the Columbus circle area in a ripped up, bloody, frilly dress for anyone who happens to be in the area.]