If waking up in foreign place had not been frightening enough, the lack of proper clothing had been greatly concerning for Anne. Luckily for the queen of France, everyone in the room she had woken up had been in the same predicament, and most eyes had been averted or busy trying to find something to cover one's body instead of staring at someone else's body. Like everybody else, she had found a long square of cloth and sandals by her crown, and with discreet looks (she was well taught in such a thing now), Anne had watched how people had tied their cloth around themselves. It did not cover has much as she would have liked it, but it was better than nothing else.
She found that there was no familiar faces in the crowd as she weaved through, looking for a way out. None could answer her question about where they found themselves, and it did not help the fear that pooled at the pit of her stomach. Had she been kidnap to hurt Louis? To hurt France? Would her absent be quickly noted by the Musketeers, or would the enemies of the Crown taunt them with their inability to protect her? And what of her son? Oh God be good, what will happen to her son now? Anne had to remind her to breathe at that thought, her heart torn from not being at her baby's side. Pushing past people now, she tried to find a door, a way out so she could just breathe.
But her efforts were interrupted by the booming voice of the god of this place. As the message went on, the disbelief on her face was easily readable: this was not what Anne expected this place to be. A delicate hand raised to the ornate crucifix around her neck, finding it much closer to her throat than usual: she was a devoted woman, but only to God and He was not this heathen Greek god Eros. She could not imagine worshipping anyone else, and could not even fathom the manners of which this Eros would ask as a proof of faith.
When the doors of the temple finally opened, she moved outside with the crowd, shielding her eyes with one hand against the bright sun. When she could see well again, Anne could not stop the gasp that escaped her lips; some sort of disbelieved sob while she fought the tears that threatened to pool into her eyes. This place was nothing she had ever seen before: she was not in France in anymore.
"Oh mon Dieu..." She was truly lost now.
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Network
[The feed starts a little bit shaky, but grows steadier by the seconds as Anne adjusts the view to her face. Her hair is braided (anything else would require a handmaiden) and the cross around her neck is clearly visible. The necklace is a bit tighter now, testament to Anne having been in this world for a few days now. There is a hint of a smile on her lips before she speaks:]
Bonjour. I am looking for a seamstress, as the gown that was brought with me will not be of any use in this world. They are far too complicated to put on without any help, and I fear they will be too warm to wear in this place. And I do not think walking around in my shift would be an appropriate thing to do, even in this world.
I do not have money to pay for those services yet, but I can leave you the gowns, or perhaps we can find an arrangement which will be fulfill upon me finding a trade, which I am looking for at this moment.
I do not know how useful I can be, but I can read and write in French, English and Spanish. I am also told that I can cook, somewhat decently. If any of you can help me find a place to earn my keep, I would be deeply grateful for it. Merci et au revoir.
[Anne fiddles with the device for a moment, before the feed ends.]
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Wildcard!
[Anne can be found exploring the island, most likely looking for a church where she can pray for everyone's souls, or at the Spring Festival, watching the dancers and being fascinated by the fireworks.]
Anne, Queen of France || BBC!Musketeers
If waking up in foreign place had not been frightening enough, the lack of proper clothing had been greatly concerning for Anne. Luckily for the queen of France, everyone in the room she had woken up had been in the same predicament, and most eyes had been averted or busy trying to find something to cover one's body instead of staring at someone else's body. Like everybody else, she had found a long square of cloth and sandals by her crown, and with discreet looks (she was well taught in such a thing now), Anne had watched how people had tied their cloth around themselves. It did not cover has much as she would have liked it, but it was better than nothing else.
She found that there was no familiar faces in the crowd as she weaved through, looking for a way out. None could answer her question about where they found themselves, and it did not help the fear that pooled at the pit of her stomach. Had she been kidnap to hurt Louis? To hurt France? Would her absent be quickly noted by the Musketeers, or would the enemies of the Crown taunt them with their inability to protect her? And what of her son? Oh God be good, what will happen to her son now? Anne had to remind her to breathe at that thought, her heart torn from not being at her baby's side. Pushing past people now, she tried to find a door, a way out so she could just breathe.
But her efforts were interrupted by the booming voice of the god of this place. As the message went on, the disbelief on her face was easily readable: this was not what Anne expected this place to be. A delicate hand raised to the ornate crucifix around her neck, finding it much closer to her throat than usual: she was a devoted woman, but only to God and He was not this heathen Greek god Eros. She could not imagine worshipping anyone else, and could not even fathom the manners of which this Eros would ask as a proof of faith.
When the doors of the temple finally opened, she moved outside with the crowd, shielding her eyes with one hand against the bright sun. When she could see well again, Anne could not stop the gasp that escaped her lips; some sort of disbelieved sob while she fought the tears that threatened to pool into her eyes. This place was nothing she had ever seen before: she was not in France in anymore.
"Oh mon Dieu..." She was truly lost now.
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Network
[The feed starts a little bit shaky, but grows steadier by the seconds as Anne adjusts the view to her face. Her hair is braided (anything else would require a handmaiden) and the cross around her neck is clearly visible. The necklace is a bit tighter now, testament to Anne having been in this world for a few days now. There is a hint of a smile on her lips before she speaks:]
Bonjour. I am looking for a seamstress, as the gown that was brought with me will not be of any use in this world. They are far too complicated to put on without any help, and I fear they will be too warm to wear in this place. And I do not think walking around in my shift would be an appropriate thing to do, even in this world.
I do not have money to pay for those services yet, but I can leave you the gowns, or perhaps we can find an arrangement which will be fulfill upon me finding a trade, which I am looking for at this moment.
I do not know how useful I can be, but I can read and write in French, English and Spanish. I am also told that I can cook, somewhat decently. If any of you can help me find a place to earn my keep, I would be deeply grateful for it. Merci et au revoir.
[Anne fiddles with the device for a moment, before the feed ends.]
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Wildcard!
[Anne can be found exploring the island, most likely looking for a church where she can pray for everyone's souls, or at the Spring Festival, watching the dancers and being fascinated by the fireworks.]