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network username: julius

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text; i said i would inbox you so here i am

[strictdiscipline]

[She has to ask, following the Jinasher Disaster Post of 2k17 (or whatever year it is in ALASTAIR):]

Captain, are you familiar with these "nineties" that our peers keep referring to?

text; oh shit ...the beginning of a tragedy

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[No, he has no idea. Julius stands there momentarily looking puzzled. ]

I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with that. Sorry, Lieutenant.

Are you doing research for our next mission?

text; dun dun dun

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I thought it would be prudent, given our need to go undercover.

However, I find myself at something of a loss with all this new jargon thrown in.

[She's only ever known one meaning of the word 'whack'.....help.]

text;

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I see where you're coming from as I'm at a loss too.

Do you mind showing me what you know so far?

[Do your worst nineties impression, Riza.]

text; this hurt me so much

[strictdiscipline]

[She doesn't know anything???? But she has carefully perused the network post so hang on, give her a minute to cobble something together.


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This upcoming mission sounds like it'll be very much batshit.

[And then after a lengthy pause:]

Dawg.

1/2 i can't believe this is real

[viscontree]

Lieutenant...

[He was supposed to finish his sentence, but he couldn't.

Thank god this is over text. Julius isn't sure if he could handle hearing her speak like that in real life.]

2/2

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I will help you gain a better grasp of the nineties.

There's much for us to learn. Can you meet up with me in person?

[He can't accept this.]

[strictdiscipline]

[SHE'S NOT EQUIPPED FOR THIS......how do u 90s......]

Of course. I'm free the rest of the day.

Are you well acquainted with this time period, sir?

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Not particularly. You see, I was born around the year 2050. The nineties are way off from my time period.

We can study together. Where would you like to meet?

[Must solve this crisis immediately.]

[strictdiscipline]

[Bless....]

Would the library have any books on this subject matter? That might be a good place to start.

[viscontree]

I would hope so.

Let's meet up at the library then.

[strictdiscipline]

I'll see you there.

[And true to her word she shows up shortly after, with a small notebook and pen tucked under one arm. She's serious about this!]

[viscontree]

[Soon enough they're at the library. He greets her with the usual salute.]

Lieutenant, it's good to see you.

[Julius looks better than usual. If Riza notices it's because he's had time to rest in Oska..]

[strictdiscipline]

[But how much of that is Oska allowing him to rest and how much of that is due to the presence of a familiar face from home? (JK)

At the sight of her friend, Riza gives a friendly dip of her head.]

And you. You look well. [Enjoying his time off, probably, and for that she feels a little guilty for taking some of that precious free time in order to guide her through this mission.] Thank you for agreeing to help me through this.

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Of course, it's no trouble.

I'll go search for research materials. Will you accompany me?

[He could use the extra hand. Riza looks well too. They both needed this break, apparently. ]

[strictdiscipline]

[They're people and not robots. Any living, breathing creatures does better when not placed in a state of constant stress. Still, Riza and Julius are perhaps odd in that they both thrive when given tasks to fill their hours, and as such she's all too happy to help him search.]

Of course. Books encompassing the era as a whole would be best, though perhaps there are linguistic manuals or clothing trend documents we could go through as well.

[viscontree]

Alright, I'll do my best to find those topics. I wonder what sort of clothing would be deemed acceptable there.

I'd prefer to settle with something simple. How about you?

[Does she have any particular clothing preferences? Riza is a girl after all.She must care about her appearance to some extent. ]

[strictdiscipline]

[Wow, don't be sexist!! Though he's not entirely wrong, she does care a lot more about appearances than a large majority of their crew here. But it's part of being taken seriously, and blending in anywhere they go.

As they browse along the shelves, she answers.]

Simple would be best. If it's anything like what we wore in Perdition's Rest, I wouldn't mind so much.

[Some of it was a little overly gaudy, but overall it was comfortable.]

What do you know the time period?

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I read that wearing ripped pants was a trend among men and women. That sounds absurd to me.

What is the point of wearing torn clothes? Do you see the appeal in this sense? [He sure doesn't. Maybe they can get away with not wearing something stupid.]

[strictdiscipline]

Ripped pants?

[She echoes the words blankly, completely failing to understand the appeal. What logical sense is there in wearing torn clothing, she has to agree. There's little protection offered against the elements or other forthcoming danger, and surely it can't look very fashionable.]

Are they not concerned with protecting themselves in this era?

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Apparently not.

We'll see if there's something more...logical among their fashion options.

[Slow shake of his head. Julius hands Riza some reference books for the mission.]

See anything you prefer here?

[strictdiscipline]

[One can only hope.....and hope she does as she flips through one of the books handed to her, only to pause in abject horror about six pages in.]

Were clothes usually so....colorful?

[On the page before her is a tie dye shirt, almost searingly bright in its colors.]

[viscontree]

I...I suppose they were.

Let's aim for something with less shades. You don't want to stand out that much, right?

[Wearing that would most certainly make Riza stand out. He shudders at the thought.]

[strictdiscipline]

I'd prefer to blend in.

[Even when it comes to perfectly normal situations she's never preferred to be the one in the limelight. Everyone else can have the attention.]

Though I was told by Dipper that we wouldn't need to change all that much about our language and dress in order to fit in.

[viscontree]

Is that so? I'm finding that hard to believe.

We all come from such different places. It'll stand out, for sure.

[Unless they make the effort to blend in. Julius trusts Riza to have a strong handle on this. She's always been the reliable type. ]