Destiny Strings COMP network

--on? I don't think I'll ever-- oh, it says its recording.

[Lizzie pulls away from the camera so that her face is visible, but she's holding it at an odd tilt, betraying her lack of knowledge with technology. For one brief moment uncertainty flashes in her eyes, but then she is smiling politely and speaking confidently.]

Good day, everyone. I hope this finds you well, and that you've been able to settle down properly. My name is Elizabeth Middleford, and, like you, I've been brought here very suddenly from my own time and world. There are some things I've noticed that I'd like to ask about, now that I have the chance.

Firstly, is there anyone here that was taken as far back as the late 19th century around Queen Victoria's reign? I was taken from the year 1890 and I would very much like to make the acquaintance of anyone who was from that time, or any English gentlemen or ladies in general.

Secondly, seeing as we have several young ladies like myself in this city, I would like to extend my hand in friendship to you all and suggest something of a boarding house for us to live or spend time together in. In my time, boarding schools were meant to give its residents a sense of community with each other, as well as offer emotional support. I believe many of us could benefit from that in this city. If anyone is interested, I'll see to finding us an appropriate building and other such business things so we can all be settled comfortably as soon as possible.

[She pauses, and then a fierce blush rises over her cheeks despite her efforts to remain composed.]

Lastly...as I am from an older time than most, I find that my outfits and dress are...well, equally as outdated in comparison to the other ladies here. A-And I am very, very sorry and ashamed to bring up such a private and embarrassing matter over such a public forum, but I will need help getting dressed in the morning. I, um...I need someone to lace up my corset, you see, it's very difficult to do on one's own, my maid Paula usually did it for me back at home...but as Paula isn't here, I would be grateful to any young lady who could spare a few minutes every morning to help lace me up.

[Cheeks still burning from humiliation, Lizzie gives the camera a small nod before fumbling and turning it off.]