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[Perne has chosen to address the happenstance (i.e., being in Lunatia) with a great deal of professionalism. At least, as much as she can muster given the situation. Her device is propped up on a very standard table in what is likely her apartment. She sits in front of it, posture prim and proper.

Evidently she has been bracing herself for this particular conversation and even if she's not confident in having it, her tone remains even. Again, professionalism. Or at least the closest thing to it.]

It is to mine knowledge that this 'network' is capable of reaching all of those possessing the same device—in short, those of us referred to as Moonblessed individuals.

Some of you I have already had the esteemed privilege to meet. For those of you with whom I am not yet acquainted, I am Lady Perne de Archevauliere. Simply 'Perne' shall suffice if you have need to address me by name.

[Her posture is already straight, but it doesn't stop her from trying to straighten up even more. Her hands linger beneath the table, undoubtedly betraying her fidgeting as a means to keep such from creeping into her relatively stern expression.]

I have been adequately informed on the situation at hand facing all of us in the same role. Given the nature of this place, its currency and its resource, I have an interest in making an accord. That is to say, I am seeking voluntary candidates for this 'Moonlacing' that must needs occur. I have no interest in informal or inappropriate proceedings under such pretences. As such, mine standards for who I will accept will need to be met in full and to mine satisfaction before I shall consider any such agreement or accord to be in effect.

You may meet with me in person if you care to and do not trust me via visual. Mine requirements do not, however, require this to be part of the initial process.

[She might as well be hiring for a job with the way she discusses it. Who knows. Maybe she'll lighten up in time, but considering how stubborn and bullheaded she can sometimes be... mayhaps not.]

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[She is not completely caught unawares by such response. It would be unrealistic to anticipate that individuals outside of the Holy See would have...

What. Finesse? Class? Some form of respect that would allow ignorance in place of mockery? (She can't actually tell if she's being mocked or not, but assumes it's safer to conclude she will face a good deal of ridicule for her approach.)]

I am incapable of determining if your response is sincere or sarcastic.

His rudeness is well-intended.

[She indulged herself in the deepest of sighs before responding. Freaking Qrow.]

Greetings, Lady Perne. I am Winter Schnee. In the interest of not wasting your time, I am not attracted to women. I only wish to commend your efforts in fostering communication and being clear about your expectations and boundaries. You will find those who are willing and able to respect your wishes, so do not settle for less.

...Well met.

[...Perne has so many questions. So many of them that she chooses not to voice because she supposes at the end of the day, the answers don't actually matter. It doesn't stop her, however, from looking incredibly sceptical over the concept of both well-intended rudeness (which just sounds like an excuse someone would give a man back in Ishgard for uncouth behaviour) and some kind of unseen requirement that attraction of some sort comes into play when it involves holding hands (but then to be fair, the most enamoured look Perne's ever given has very likely been to a plant, so mayhaps she can't judge).]

It would appear that I am not the first to issue such specifications.

[At least, this appears to be the implication. It does offer her a subtle sense of relief, if that's what Winter was intending.]

Indeed.

[And Winter has no desire to have her old post dragged out yet again, so she's simply choosing not to discuss it.]

You may consider me a resource if you harbor any questions or concerns.

[There seems to be some kind of unspoken understanding, as Perne makes no effort to pry.

Rather, she's yet again unsure of how to take such courtesy upfront. Once more the other Moonblessed have largely presented themselves as surprisingly helpful. What could possibly be the catch?]

I confess to having been largely interested in the experiences of others here. How would you describe your time here? That is not exclusively meant for Moonlacing. Given the nature of such, it is feasibly a private matter and I have no intention to intrude there. Rather, I am interested in your experience as a whole. Is it a commonality for the Moonblessed already present to be so generous with their information?

[Winter is silent for a long moment, her expression thoughtful. It's a fairly loaded question, and she's not keen to go into the more intimate details right off the bat with someone she hasn't even met in person.]

My experiences are...varied. I feel I've been able to grow personally as a result of the opportunities here, opportunities I wouldn't have had I remained on my world. But there are hardships too, that have tested my fortitude. Weathering the difficulties is significantly easier once you've gained a few trusted friends.

[Even the rude ones. ...Especially the rude ones, honestly.]

At times, yes, it's common. I've found some to be less helpful than others.

[It's an appropriately vague answer, Perne decides, yet informative in its own way. She can respect the desire to keep information close to one's self, thus it doesn't seem to displease her when details aren't being shared. She can hardly imagine she has a desire to hear about details.]

I feel as if I have found a variety of extremes. It does not appear people here possess a middle-ground over their presence. Either they are displeased by the happenstance or they have adapted remarkably well. The latter is quite impressive, all things considered. [Foreign world. Foreign customs. Foreign traditions. No luxuries from home—to Perne's knowledge. The ability to adapt in an effort to survive without resorting to mass mayhem, chaos, and brute force is nothing to laugh at.] I would suspect that the variable of circumstances is to be held accountable for such.

[Her head tips in contemplation.]

I have already asked several of mine questions to others and answers received have been similar, so I shall not use your time to repeat them. I deeply appreciate your direct demeanour, however, and your invitation. Kindness is not what I anticipated in mine arrival, admittedly. I believe it shall take some time to grow accustomed to.

[Winter inclines her head in acknowledgment. So far Perne hasn't been rude or demanding, which means she has no reason to be disrespectful or curt (more than she usually is, anyway).]

People adapt at different rates, if at all. I wasn't able to fully relax until it was made known that my presence here did not equate to my absence in Remnant. A temporal oddity, but one for which I am grateful.

[Winter does not look 'relaxed' but compared to how she was? The improvement is stark.]

You needn't force yourself to adapt to suit someone else's preference. Some people never do. Move at your own pace.

["People adapt at different rates, if at all." There's a lot of truth in that statement. At least when it applies to people. To societies as well, if Perne gives it enough thought. Ishgard is a prime example of such, really.

But there's more in what Winter says that catches Perne's attention. Soundly, at that.]

Apologies, did I hear you properly? Did you just say that your presence here does not affect your home world? [Implying that, if it's true for all of them, not a soul in Ishgard even knows she's missing. No one will come looking for her. No one will be any wiser. She can't decide if that pleases or depresses her and decides ultimately, it does both.] I have not heard anyone else make mention of that. [And that sounds like it might be kind of important to be passing around. (Or everyone else is just so nonchalant that they have no care for ever escaping from this technologically advanced lit up hellscape.] Is that public knowledge?

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yeah i get that a lot

If it is because you use written speech in place of colloquial, that would be the cause, I should think.

really? i was told it's because i'm an asshole but okay. it's my writing.

[...Give her a moment to actually look up the definition of that word. Just because she's heard it doesn't mean she knows exactly what it means. (The truth is, all she knows is that it's meant to be an insult.)]

If you are the same way in person as you are in written word, then mayhaps your demeanour and how you approach others is to be considered a responsible party. Either way, you are direct enough that I should think if you meant to be insulting, you would simply be so. I suspect you are not well-versed in subtleties.

[Which basically means, she's going to take what he said sincerely, not as sarcasm.]

you're right about that, i do in fact insult the people i mean to insult

[ ...and sometimes those he does not, but that aside.

As for whether or not he's mastered subtlety... he'll leave that one for her to decide. In his (previous?) line of work, it is far safer to be underestimated. ]

Then I shall take the lack thereof in mine direction as a compliment, Master...

[A pause. Surely he has a name to go with such a direct means of speech. To be fair, Perne appreciates that, however. There's no sense in such underhanded tactics, even if she might employ those from time to time.]

it's qrow. qrow branwen.

sadly i'm no hand-holder, otherwise i'd offer myself.

Master Branwen, then.

[Everyone gets the same formal treatment whether they like it or not.]

Have no concern of that. I did not inquire your name because I thought you had interest in such. If you had, you would have said so in the beginning. I simply felt I should have a name I could associate with you.

Although... I feel I must inquire. If you are not a 'hand-holder,' what are you?

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( James starts his video reply looking significantly more amused than Winter, though with the same military bearing and straight shoulders she'd had. )

I would also like to apologize for my friend's tone, as I'm afraid he isn't used to speaking with anyone holding rank or title. At least, not very kindly.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Perne. I am General James Ironwood from a kingdom called Atlas; I also had the pleasure of being the Headmaster of the Academy that we taught our children at. I'm sure others have already told you and I hope it will be a relief to know that the moonlacing this place requires can remain fairly chaste.

I do hope you'll find suitable partners who will meet your requirements.

( He doesn't look as though he'd offer, but if she happens to show any particular interest, far be it from him to turn her away; he's still quite critical of himself, is all. The lady is owed an apology and that was all he intended to deliver, But You Know. ✨ )

[If she were feeling more studious, it's entirely likely Perne would be notating everything she's learned. Truth is she will probably do precisely that the moment she gets some moments to her solitude. Just what she knows about certain people, names, where they may be from. Nothing Perne does is ever partway. Thorough and keen on appropriate references, she tends to be confident on anything she may be addressing.

His reassurances do not go unappreciated.]

A privilege, I assure you, Master Ironwood. [A general, however. Indicating militia of a sort, quite likely in defence to the Atlas in question. Although the mention of an academy... Mayhaps a military training academy? She has questions, but it's hardly the right time to be asking them.] I am grateful for your input.

It would be with false tongue I spoke if I were to claim I was not particular and that may not curry much in the way of favour. I have not established mineself here long enough to determine who may or may not be appropriate and I suspect it shall take some time yet. In spite of this, I am resourceful when necessary. I should think I shall be able to make way until I am better acquainted with those here.

( There will be plenty yet to learn about him if she wishes, and if they ever happen to meet in person— how obvious his clothing makes it that he's from colder climates, the length of his military career drilled into his spine, his awkwardness with children that contradicts his protectiveness of them.

For now, he's charming enough, just a touch casual to offset his clear enunciation and learned, sharp in a way that speaks to hard work instead of natural ability. He's far from anything resembling nobility or knightship, leaning closer towards political navigation than propriety. He's good at speaking to a good many types of people for at least a certain amount of time. )

Please, just James is plenty. I don't hear it often enough, so I'm likely to forget without some assistance.

( She is correct on many assumptions, though slightly off with the academy— close, but a touch more unique in his world. She can ask some time and he'll explain, as it's nothing too complicated or top secret. She is certainly regal, however, and beautiful— though that was without question. Her ears were unique and her features finer than he's used to seeing on much of anyone, even the Faunus, but he's learned that there are just as many different worlds and people in this place as there are anything else. )

I'm happy to be of service. And I'm sure there are plenty willing to bend to the will of a lady as lovely as yourself, so I wouldn't worry terribly about anyone's favor. I've only just arrived some weeks back and likely don't have the best grasp myself, but if you ever find yourself in need of company or someone to venture out with, I hope you'll think of this old soldier.

( Not that she likely needs his protection or anything of the sort, but it's about as bold as he can be to offer himself for company over coffee or tea, or an opening for anything else. )

[She hesitates plainly. It happens so quickly that she can't even stop herself from displaying it. The other Moonblessed act so different. So informal. So familiar. So casual. And she comes from a world where to use a given name is... Well. Reserved for loved ones. Family. Lovers. Husbands. Wives. She can just hear the ear lashing she'd be in for if she was caught acting so...

Well. As stated. Familiar.

Perne frees a breath, dipping her head in a subtle acknowledgement, though she doesn't make effort to say his name again. She might have to practise it in private first.]

That is quite a kindness to extend to offer to someone you are not familiar with. How do you know I am not merely meaning to take advantage of your generosity? [She doesn't intend to, admittedly. That sort of thing is reserved for self-defence when it's necessary. A beautiful individual can oft be the most dangerous sort and Perne is not... without her dangers. Time will tell what those are.]

This may not be something you can answer for me since you have only recently arrived as well, but are there any places you enjoy visiting whilst here? [Is it a nervous tic or a subconscious wiggle of the ears betraying Perne's adoration for the acquisition of knowledge? She already knows about the library, which she's dying to go visit. And one can't forget the assortment of flora in the area...]

( Well, if he has his way, no one's going to be lashing her ears while he's around. The protector comes out in him full force with her mannerisms, making him think of high society and gentler people, less experienced in the ways of the world, even as he's sure that isn't the case for her. Not with how collected she is and how forward she states her intentions. )

There are few enough things to take advantage of, here; my generosity is a forgivable enough offense that I'll take the chance with. There are worse outcomes than time spent with a beautiful woman who allows me to buy her a hot drink and accompany her wherever she wishes to go, even if it's the quarters of another beau. I would get you there safely.

( He's teasing, of course, because surely she wouldn't need anything nearing that, but his offer for company and drinks is sure to be legitimate. As for the question: )

Oh, I've found a couple of nice places to sit down for coffee or to eat. Many of the people I knew from home are here and pointed me in the right direction. Or were you looking for scenery to admire? The Groves were quite beautiful, with plenty of wildlife within.

( OhhhhHHHHHHHH NOOOO???? Her ears are wiggling... She seems excited, brighter-eyed and interested. How sweet... )

[She issues something that is stilted and short-lived, a brief levity where Perne evidently does not air such oft. That is likely not difficult to determine considering how very tightly she seems to be wound. Rather, straight-laced and reserved, though with enough of a spine to state what she wants, when she wants it, and how she expects it to be.

Mayhaps a stereotypical portrait of haughty, pretentious nobility.

Yet she doesn't seem to know how to take his... humour? Is he making jest? Is he serious? Is he offering to be her retainer? How does she even begin to bark up this proverbial tree? Perne has virtually done very little herself and has always been following someone else, even when it's come to trying to make great change for the lesser fortunate.]

I— [She pauses before she manages to get the rest of her words out, a tad flustered.] —I shall keep all that in consideration, Sir. [Whoops.]

I do like tea and tarts, so mayhaps places of such would be to mine interest. Otherwise, I have an intimate relationship with tomes of variety. I enjoy paintings and stagecraft and music. And... flowers. Plants, that is. Trees. [She clears her throat.] Botany. [She corrects herself. She is not at all good talking about herself.]

( Was that a laugh? He's taking it as a laugh, especially if she truly isn't the type to do so often. Let a man have his small victories and a lady's amusement. He knows his way around "haughty nobility" if that is indeed how she is, so there's no need to worry about putting him off.

In return, James is ever the steadfast soldier. If she wishes for a retainer, he will be her retainer. If she wishes for a partner and finds him amenable, then that is the mold he'll pour himself into. Far be it from him to deny someone the bonds they need. )

Of course, miss Perne. And I think I've heard of a perfect locale, then. I'll check with my friend to be sure, but she has similar tastes and a finer palate than my own. I believe this one in particular was near an art gallery. We can see where the day takes us from there.

When would you like to meet?

An art gallery.

[That sounds perfect already. But to be fair, if it tickles one of Perne's fancies, it's quite likely to please her. As difficult as she can be to endure at times, the general rule of thumb has been to simply find what she likes and engage repetition.

But then to say that would be far too simple and Perne is quite the opposite of simple. All of the pieces have to fall into place in order for her to be genuinely stimulated in the presence of another. High maintenance may be a phrase for it.]

I think that sounds rather lovely. Could be lovelier than some of the other places I have seen or heard about. [Ah, Lunatia. Full of scandalous activities and establishments. She's not judging. Really!] Ah... As for a time. Well, when should be convenient for you? I am afraid with me being so new to the area, I do not have much of a schedule that I ought to be following. As such, it seems I may be rather flexible.