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[theresomeday]

Today, Charlotte Bridgerton is exactly twenty-three and a half. She is certain it is October 27, 1845, and she is certain to be proven wrong rather quickly. That isn't what she is concerned with. One strand of her curly brown hair has fallen out of place and so she is too busy shoving it back into place to notice right away in order to get back to

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[takethatchance]

*well, it's always nice to see someone who looks at least somewhat familiar (though Liz herself is starting to assimilate into this time more and more, as her clothing shows -- not informal, but certainly modern), so she'll give Charlotte her best polite smile* I'm afraid I can't tell you exactly where this is -- but then again, no one I've spoken to can.

[theresomeday]

*mmm, modern clothing -- which means Charlotte will look briefly confused, but* That's rather interesting. How did you come to be here?

[takethatchance]

*she might look almost a little sheepish* I'm not entirely certain. One moment, I was home, nearly two hundred years ago, and the next, I was -- here.

[theresomeday]

*looks more than a little startled now* Two hundred years ago? What year was it that you came from?

[takethatchance]

*sighs quietly, because this is still extremely strange to think about* 1843.

[theresomeday]

*shakes her head slowly* But -- that was only two years ago.

[takethatchance]

*...and looks a little startled in turn* ...was it?

[theresomeday]

As far as I'm aware.