With a sound that can be best equated to ice being crushed, a lady appears in front of Jon. She's wearing a flowing purple dress stitched with constellations, and a sparkly blue veil that completely obscures her face. She leans towards them, tilting her head slightly.
"Oh, a new one! Hello Jon."
What the fuck-
[The Archivist immediately curses. He’s way too tired for this. He clutches the mug of lukewarm tea in his hands a little tighter, subconsciously admiring the figure’s dress just a little]
Who.. are you?
[He squints under the dim lights of his office, glancing at the clock on his desk and sighing]
Are you.. here to make a statement?
