One Desu~ ♥

[brightred_death]

[Grell's just woken up n a room that is decidedly not her own. And is that a... why yes it is. She is wearing a dress, a night gown to be exact. She was pretty sure she went to bed naked. Sitting up and looking around she finds a pair of glasses on the bedside table that are decidedly not her own, though putting them on they seem to fit her

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[ergaleomancer]

[Theta is out on her daily walk when she spots a redhead in an obvious stormcloud of anger. She leans heavily on her cane, a bit worried about being knocked over if the...person comes too close to her. It actually makes her smile that she can't tell what the gender of the person is, though the clothing suggests that Mayfield at least considers the redhead a she. The real question was whether or not that was accurate. Nonetheless, she decides to greet the other person, since they were on close to a collision course.]

Good day to you~. [Her accent is very thick English, from the upper class elite of London, if one is so inclined to guess accents.]

You'll catch a chill about with nothing other than that...would you like to come have a cup of tea? I could explain a bit more about what's happened to you.

[brightred_death]

[She stops to regard this new person. The accent doesn't catch her by surprise since she has yet to talk to anyone without one.]

I'm not actually in the mood for tea right now. And I've been told a little of what's going on. [Her voice is low as she's not in the mood to effect the girlish lilt.]

[ergaleomancer]

'A little' will hardly be enough to spare you the wrath of those who run this little hell. Please, doubly so now that I hear you speak, us English are very rare here and I'd like to hope we might stick together.

[Her voice is distinctly melodramatic, and she straightens up and gives the redhead a smile, hoping that it will be enough to take the conversation inside somewhere.]

[brightred_death]

Well I think he was going to explain more, he can go on and on really. I just wasn't in the mood to listen to every little detail so I walked out~ He had notes or something though, I might take a look at them.

The English are rare here. How... disappointing.

[ergaleomancer]

Oh, did he? [Theta's smile warms up quite a bit, and she nods cheerily.]

You must mean Mr. Spears. Those are my notes he has, but they make for dry reading. I wouldn't mind taking a while to introduce you to this...'lovely town' [dripping sarcasm] and explain about the horrors that lurk about the innocuous seeming things.

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[brightred_death]

You've met William? Hmm. [She considers her for a few moments. She could continue storming around yelling at everything she passed. It did seem like a good way to pass the time. Yet, without her scythe, it was less fun.]

Let me get... changed. I'm sure you don't want to drag around a poor girl in her nightclothes.

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[brightred_death]

[She disappears into the house and comes back some time later dressed in one of the dresses she found in the closet. Sleeveless and knee length, and it might be cold, but she doesn't care at the moment, because she looks good]

You know, I'm already feeling a little better. And isn't this dress just darling~

[ergaleomancer]

Of course not. [She says with regards to dragging her about in nightclothes. She waits for her to come back out, and smiles cheerily when she sees the way she's dressed. Her eyes do linger a bit, but no harshness about it in her honest curiosity. She wonders if this person is similar to herself, but she wouldn't dream of offending her, so she decides to simply say something that could be taken as perfectly innocuous.]

I'd worry about a lovely lady like yourself catching a chill in something so thin~. But if it pleases you, far be it for me to critique. Women's fashion has always baffled me even back home, never mind being stuck here and forced to conform to something only half right.

[She watched Grell's reaction carefully, wondering if she would have anything to say about that.]

[brightred_death]

[She tilts her head, giving her a thoughful look.]

I imagine you'll find conformity wherever you go. Where I'm from, I was forced to wear male clothing for my job. I don't particularly mind it, but still, it's nice to wear dresses, and I actually like the selection I found in my closet~

[ergaleomancer]

I'm glad it pleases you. Personally, it's very bothersome being forced into drag since I've been stuck here.

But ah, I'm getting ahead of myself. What do I call you, miss?

[brightred_death]

[She tilts her head again curiously, but doesn't ask at the moment.]

Grell Sutcliff. [She curtsies.]

[ergaleomancer]

[Theta does her best gentlemanly bow, though needing to use a cane significantly hampers her balance and ability to do so.]

Elizabeθ Buckley. A pleasure to meet you, Miss Sutcliff.

[brightred_death]

Likewise~~

I'd invite you in, but William's in there and he can be a real stick in the mud! Plus the tea is horrible, as I discovered.

[ergaleomancer]

It certainly is, but it can't be helped, there's not a decent cup to be had in this town. Why don't you come with me to mine? I've had returned to me my cylinder player, so at least there might be decent music on in the background if you're partial to such things.

[brightred_death]

Cylinder player? I do enjoy~ music.

[She tosses her hair over one shoulder.]

[ergaleomancer]

I would be more than happy to share my collection with you. Speaking with people I have even but one or two things in common with is an exceptional treat. Especially in a place like this where there is no one from my home here.

[She turns to lead Grell away and towards her own home, leaning heavily on her cane and limping along. Her skirt is too long to see what is the matter with her leg, but it seems to give her quite a bit of trouble.]

I assume you're from the same place and time as Mr. Spears?