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[onemistress]

[ the tablet is sat in Elizabeth's lap, she hasn't worked out really how it works beyond hitting buttons until something seemed to happen. Which she's frowning so at it then far too pleased with herself when it seems to do what she wants it to. ]

How on earth do they make the little images move -- ? [ but it is no real, matter. She's learning to just accept the fact she doesn't understand how half this stuff works ] I've a few questions that I cannot ascertain simply from watching if I may be so bold... [ she licks her lips briefly before continuing. ] ... where does one find material to make clothes from? As I've yet to make sense of the items I find here made already, but the clothes I arrived in are... not fitting for most daily activities. [ It had only one layer of clothing and... no. No that seems wrong and strange and not at all decent. ]

As well as... [ she lent her head on her hand as she hummed. Making requests is strange, there ought to be people swarming about her, accompanying her wherever she went but now there isn't and its so odd to ask. ] Would I be able to request someone to take a walk about the city with me? Someone who is familiar with the times, so to speak, as I find myself unable to make sense of very much of it. England was a very different place to me, and I cannot make heads nor tails of her now. I do not ever recall her raining so much. [ and she smiles very briefly. ]

My thanks for your time.

[ ooc: my mistake, this should read as coming from Victoria Guildford. forgot to add it in, all my apologies for the confusion. ]

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[onemistress]

That sounds like an excellent place to start. [ her eyes crinkled in faint amusement. ] Yes I do rather prefer things that... 'cover up'.

[ Well that was very sweet. ] Do you know how to sew, little one?

[buttpunch]

Somehow, I thought that you might. [She laughs a little, too, lifting her curled fingers to her mouth to cover it.]

I do! I'm the vice president of the Fashion Club at my school. [ Her fingers go to the Peter Pan collar of her blouse, barely visible on the screen. ] I fixed this shirt when we came back from the beach--it was way too big. I'd be happy to do something like that for you!

[onemistress]

Perhaps I am a little predictable. But that dreadful beach not inclusive, this weather never seems the warrant the way I have seen people dress. [ It's not like she'll ever be cold. ]

[ Elizabeth gave an appreciative murmur, it was fine work. ] That is lovely. [ then she moves the camera, to show the chemise that peeks out at the edge of her dress. The short little ruffles at her throat and at her cuffs. Little pleats embroidered with flowers. ] Such is my own work, though you cannot see it very much on this. [ But then there is more important question. ] Where did you find the equipment to sewn with?

[buttpunch]

[ Kindly: ]I don't think there's anything wrong with a little predictability. Hopefully our next mission will be somewhere more normal! [ Admittedly, she enjoyed herself thoroughly, but the majority of her time was spent among the wildlife, stripping plants of their seeds. She can imagine that the beach might have been a bit much. ] I suppose it's just a difference in styles. Fashion changes constantly, doesn't it? Only sixty or seventy years ago, women rarely wore pants, in my world.

[ She flushes, at the praise.] Oh, thank you. [ She leans closer to examine the feed, pushing her glasses up higher on her nose. Her mouth forms a small 'o' of surprise. ] Wow! It's beautiful. [ Then she leans back, folding her fingers together and resting them on her desk. ] I had a sewing kit with me, but I bought more thread and cloth at a little shop I found. I guess they get so little business they continue to take our funds...

[onemistress]

[ Aha! Information she needed to know. ] So it only was a recent change that women took to men's garments? [ Because she couldn't work out at all when that change happened in the least. ]

[ Elizabeth smiled warmly and openly. ] If you show me where that shop is, I should be forever in your debt, little one.

[buttpunch]

I think it started in the '60s... So about fifty years ago? I guess that's recent. [ She doesn't quite know, which plays uncertainty on her face, and just saying 'when Japan opened to the West' is a giant can of worms she doesn't know she's capable of opening. Maybe she could offer a history book instead, if it came up. ]

I'd be happy to! [ Her smile is wide and bright. ] You don't owe me anything. It's just passing on information. This city can be hard to understand!

[onemistress]

Tis very recent, to me. But that is no mean feat truly. [ The idea that a nation was closed off to foreigners wasn't a new one to her. Not when all of Europed warred as it did with a cruelty that spared no one. ]

When would be more convenient to you, my lady?

[buttpunch]

[ She considers her calendar, such that it is. ]

I train on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but I'm free all day Friday and Monday. Do either of those work for you?

[onemistress]

Friday would serve well enough for me. [ She doesn't do much other than sit about her room moping otherwise. ]

[buttpunch]

Then I'll see you Friday, ma'am!

[onemistress]

I shall look forward to it then, my dear.