{*sound of whooshing air as the device is shaken, all recorded*}
It's a tiny little box with little letters on squares! And pictures! How do you get to the pictures? Are they inside this?
{*more shaking, sudden loud, cheerful laugh*}
What a fascinating little contraption! And what a clever little joke! Taking me to the Theatre whilst I was sleeping and giving me a ticket in a box!
Now all I need is a cup of tea to warm me up and I'll gladly watch whatever Play is on tonight. So long as I can slip away to Mary Kelly afterward to-
An odd looking Theatre though- a little unkept. Perhaps they need a new Patron?
{*she makes a shivering noise, teeth slightly chattering*}
Sun going down and my fur coat not with me! Where is that useless butler of mine? GRELL SUTCLIFF?!
{{OOC: Please forgive her for being technologically challenged- she's from 19th century England D8}}