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Good evening.

I have been told that my husband is somewhere here. Unfortunately, the help I was given did not add where he could be. He is very tall, and has dark hair. His are very kind, and though he does his best to be a gentleman, he is also a bit reckless. (It is very endearing, I assure you.) He is also a bit accident-prone in my experience which is less out of clumsy-bearing and more from previous mention of recklessness.

If one would be so very kind as to direct me to his whereabouts, I would be very grateful.

With warmest regards,

Mrs. E. Joestar

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You literally could have just messaged him on that same thing, you know. [That's it. That's the post. She's also going to make damn sure she's nowhere near any of that mess in the near future. Gross.]

Is that right? I had no earthly idea!

[G O D. WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO EXPLAIN TECHNOLOGY TO VICTORIANS...]

Yeah. You can send direct messages to people if you know their names or w/e. Which, well, obviously you know his. Or I'd sure as hell hope so.

Naturally, I went to my wedding sight-unseen.

Of course I know his name.

It's called a joke, chill your Victorian tits, goddamn.

I see my tone has been lost to the letters. Also, there is no need to be crass.

Granddaughter.

Tone is shit on the... I guess this is the Internet, sure, close enough.

Also there's a huge mcfuckin' difference between... what... 1880s and 2011, great x3 grandma.

[You old.]

It matters very little how many greats there are before a title. You are still a granddaughter.

[And yet, still running circles around you, Jolly.]

[And yet, and yet she knows where her partner is. Do you, Erina?]

All it tells people is the timeline is stupid and in reality you'd be old as sin and ten feet underground already decomposed. But details, I guess.

[Rude. She will shortly. Perhaps.]

It is six feet, and I would prefer not to think of death when I've been married less than a week, thank you.

[Maybe. Perhaps.]

Since when do they use feet in England? What. Also ten feet for good measure, prevents animals from digging shit up. Also zombies take longer to get out of the ground.

Wait. Wait hold the fuck up.

What was the last thing that happened before you got here? Because holy shit I think there's going to be some absolute hilarity in store. For me, not you.

Since 1824? It is the British Imperial System, is it not?

And stop using that language, I'm sure you can manage one exchange without vulgarity.

Regardless, it was February 3rd, I've been married for a day. Though I suppose I've been married four days now. We were to be going to America for our honeymoon and I was quite excited about that.

Why?

Edited 2020-05-06 22:55 (UTC)

Preeeeeetty sure they switched over to a different system a long time ago, but I guess it was after your time. idk.

Hard pass, not happening.

Oh god, you don't know, then.

Glad you get to miss out on the ocean trauma unlike the rest of us, but I'll let him tell you what the hell happened. Enjoy. That. I guess. Also America sucks, why the fuck would you want to come here.

Edited 2020-05-06 22:59 (UTC)

[He wanted to text but-

Well as Erina will see, he's rather occupied by a large blue snake thing coiled around. He explains.] Um...

...sorry for using video, but it's harder to type while Blue is like this... Blue, please, you're really heavy...

[oof.] Anyway uh...you said Joestar?

[The length of space between this reply and Jolyne's is palpable as Erina tries to figure out what she means. Defeated by this, she finally responds]

I admit that I am especially confused at your cloak and daggerisms, Jolyne. But very well, I'll wait to speak to him about that.

Also, America is in a great advancement at the present moment, I have already seen India.

[Ah, colonialism.]

It's not my place to tell his story, is it?

...

Oh my god, right, that whole colonies bullshit. Good fucking god.

Lemme tell you, at least in my time, America sucks a lot. Florida was kind of cool. I guess. Maybe. There's beaches or some shit so, you know.

[It takes her a moment to respond, considering Jolyne up there. Her eyes widen in surprise since the boy looks...

...especially like...

someone terrible. But he is a child and she is a lady, so by God, she will manage this conversation. It is lucky for Emporio that he does not sound like Dio.]

I did, yes. Do you know him?

No, I suppose you're right. I will be patient, then.

We were going to go to New York City, and he wanted to see the American Museum of Natural History. I wanted to see the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It was going to be great fun for the both of us.

[Yes, they are That Couple, Jolyne.]

[G r o s s. And also absolute fucking nerds.]

Damn, they've been around for longer than I thought...

Also I see you two are that kind of couple, that's kind of gross but not exactly unexpected. So, real talk, how did the family become a bunch of damn gremlins.

[Yeah, what's up. If it wasn't for them being lovey af, then you would not exist, Jolyne.]

Well, no. The American Museum of Natural History is only about twenty years old now, and the Metropolitan is around the same. It isn't very long at all.

You must be clearer; I have no idea what a gremlin is.

[Arguably that would be a good thing.]

... I mean they still fucking exist in my day, is what I mean. God.

Uhhhh. Jack-asses, dickheads, assholes, that kind of thing. But in, like, a kind of way where you see them rummaging through a garbage can as if they eat garbage kind of way. I don't know if that makes sense, but whatever. Chaotic.

[Insert sound of Victorian gasping here.]

Right then.

It is certainly a colourful description of them. I cannot say it's anything Pendleton, so you must ask Jonathan.

[Is she throwing her dearly beloved under the hypothetical train tracks? Yes. Because she was not the one swinging frogs about.]

That's. Probably fair.

Alternatively it could just be some weird issue stemming from great grandpa, honestly. Which I'd believe.

[Joseph Joestar, the Actual Worst Gremlin. Also please do keep throwing him under the track, she finds it hilarious.]

Some things have no explanation, though. It could very well be that, in this case.

Or something else. Who knows? But, it isn't anything I can take credit or be blamed for. A neutral party, you see.

[awkward]

Oh. Well...sort of? I don't think we're talking about the same one though- Johnny is blond, and he's actually shorter than hermana...

I think Jolyne talks to a relative a lot on the pokegear though, so that might be him..? He was travelling with someone named Diego.

Mmm. If you wanna believe that.

Not that I can say much 'bout it since you don't know shit about great grandpa to begin with. But he's kind of the definition of a chaotic, so I've heard.

Buuuut whatever, you have fun with your... whole... husband situation or w/e. I got other things to attend to, anyway.

Yes, good night. As always, a pleasure to speak with you.

[She tilts her head to one side, as a skitty flops itself over her shoulder.]

Oh, no. Jonathan is not blond. She didn't tell me who it is that he travels with, but no matter. We will find one another eventually, but I do hope it is sooner rather than later.

Do you travel with Jolyne frequently, then?

[[ oh what the hell ]]

i didn't know jonathan was married. i also don't know where he is right now. some islands, i think
you can call people directly on these things

[[ he's not the best texter. such a tiny screen is hard to get used to, as erina is sure to agree with. it's only been through extensive training that he's made it this far, and he's not convinced that capitalization or proper punctuation are worth the effort. please do excuse his impolite nature! ]]

Well, that's bothersome.

And no, I've not figured out how to do that quite yet, but I shall endeavor to do so. Tomorrow. Shouldn't you be asleep?

[She is a full 90% sure that the responder is likely a child, due to his poor grammar and capitalization skills. How ghastly.]

[[ insert some serious confusion here. ]]

why would i be asleep? whats that supposed to mean?

[You're not kidding, Johnny.]

It's rather late, isn't it?

Sort of?

I knew her from home. I...didn't expect to see her here, actually...

It took a while before we could meet up to travel, but for a little bit before then, Johnny decided to come along to make sure nothing happened. He's still with us now too! It's kinda nice...

...anyway. Knowing hermana, she probably passed the news in! Probably...I would say if you haven't heard anything, he's probably travelling some way that makes it hard to answer. Just about anyone can see these after all, and I don't think someone would ignore their wife appearing...

Well, that is a relief. I suppose that I'm just anxious to see him. And ignoring me would be very out of character for him too.

[She smiles. You can almost see the hearts over her head.]

Well, then, I will be patient. In the meantime, what is your name?

Emporio! [There's a smile behind that big ol' water snake somewhere.] Uh...Emporio Alniño- it's nice to meet you. This place is a little weird at first, but it's really peaceful honestly. It's really great!

[He's warming up to it, suffice to say.]

it's 9:30
so no, not really. i have no idea what you're talking about

[[ johnny can't help but wonder if jonathan perhaps married a bit outside his age group... maybe he and diego were more alike than first expected?! ]]

This is very impudent of me, but how old are you? You write the way a small child might.

[Yes, Erina, that is impudent. But she can't help to note how childish it is.]

[[ there is a long stretch of time before erina receives a reply. it's a mix of confusion and annoyance and he isn't sure how to respond properly through text.

so, he doesn't. enjoy the call, erina. you now have a very irritated looking blonde in your face... digitally, at least? ]]

I'm nineteen.

[In return, he gets a very surprised blonde staring back at him. She at least has the temerity to not laugh. The appear of an age.]

So you are. My apologies.

I don't like typing on this shitty little keyboard, alright? How did you figure it out so quickly, anyway? You're Jonathan's wife, right, we didn't have shit like this back then.

[[ not everyone is as slow on the uptake as you, johnny. still, he looks a little suspicious. ]]

Why, I asked the first person I spoke to. They were very helpful, and if I was going to be in Rome, then I was going to do as the Romans do, so to speak.

[She shrugs slightly.] Once explained, it wasn't terribly hard to practice, you see, and it was quite a long walk.

[[ he... deflates a little bit. that's fair, he supposes. a bit annoying that he, apparently, was much slower in his mastery of this than she was, but whatever! he doesn't even care! it doesn't even matter, his typing style charmingly demonstrates his aloof and distant nature! ]]

Hmm, good for you, then. [[ bitter, bitter. ]] Where did you walk to? Have you figured that out, yet? Gonna be easier for Jonathan to find you if he has that much to work with.

First towards Cherrygrove, I believe it is? And then south. Oh, what was the name of that route--

[She made the wise decision to pick up a small map not attached to her 'gear. While she talks, Johnny is invited to look at the fat magnificence that is Peda's pachirisu face.] Route 30, it seems.

[[ that is a big ol' pachirisu..... impressive! ]]

Well, that'll be easy for him to get to, then. If he hasn't already seen your posting, he's sure to see it soon. If he doesn't, then the guy [[ that word is said with oh so much disdain. ]] he's travelling with should.

[Yes, yes, Peda is very proud of himself. He only gets out of the way when Erina gently pushes his face out of view.]

Is that right? You don't sound particularly enthusiastic about his traveling companion, it seems.

That's a polite way to put it. [[ there's something like a snort tossed in there, haughty and bitter. he rolls his eyes as well. ]] We don't get along. Jonathan seems to like him enough, though, so that is what it is.

[[ he doesn't sound too thrilled about that, though. ]] His name is Diego. You'll meet him soon enough.

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