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( Her progress in working out what her locket does is very much a WIP. Still, she has fiddled with it enough to activate whatever magic controls the moving images of people. This is in an invaluable tool in her eyes, because she has precisely the purpose to put such a resource to use. Keenly aware that appearances matter especially so upon making a first impression, she is dressed elegantly, and her hair is mostly left in loose waves, some cloth-of-gold ribbon threaded throughout. She keeps the look on her face pleasant, but cool.

There is no benefit for the time being in playing the fool, as she had at home. The warmth of her smile does not extend to her eyes, not yet. Instead they hold a light of curiosity, and a great amount of seriousness. Her awareness of the situation at hand is dim but for this: she is not dreaming. She has lost all, and stands to gain everything if she but works for it. Just as her father had won the throne of England: with smiles, charm and good business sense.

Her address, then, is an earnest one. )

Good day to you, one and all. I know not how many of you there are, or from whence you come. Yet if I may, I would humbly beg a favour, if you would be so gracious as to indulge me: your acquaintance.

Indeed, I would meet as many of you as might be possible. And, if you would be even more indulgent, information pertaining to the state of affairs in this land and abroad. I find myself possessed of a desire to know the full scope of things here ere I chart my course and navigate myself through whatever trials I may face here.

( Now, finally, the warmth enters her eyes. She has no choice; it would not do for all the land to bear witness to her grief. )

I am Elizabeth Plantagenet of England. It is my hope that I will be able to repay any kindness shown me sooner rather than later. I look forward to meeting and speaking with many of you!

Until then, farewell. Deus vobiscum.

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[Mary is still getting the hang of the locket herself, but when she hears the woman introduce herself, she knows she must respond. Sadly, she doesn't have much information to give, but she cannot miss this opportunity.]

Your Highness. [She curtsies and it probably looks extremely awkward over the locket.] I am Lady Mary Crawley, daughter of the Earl of Grantham in the year Nineteen Twenty Three.

[How strange that she's met two known monarchs here so far.]

( By now, she is becoming used to strangers knowing her. Like Lord Gray, she seems to be English. Except that her hair and manner of dress are, well. From the future, perhaps. To think her name lives on for so long is as thrilling as it is frightening.

All she can hope is that her voice in history has been a positive one. She inclines her head with a small smile for this woman. )

A pleasure! We are well-met, Lady Crawley. ( 1923. Good Lord. That title is unfamiliar to her, though. It must have been created long after her lifetime. )

How are you finding yourself situated in this new land? As well as one might with war in the air, I hope.

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[Truthfully, what Mary remembers most about her is that she's Henry VIII's mother. Isn't that how it always is with women in history?]

I'm fairing well, Ma'am. Where I'm from we are not long out of a war ourselves, though to be honest, I don't relish the idea of going through another one.

( If she has no other voice or role in history, she sadly will not be surprised. The women are not remembered unless they are French. )

Nor I, my lady. I have only just emerged from a rather brutal one, myself. It is good to know you are well.

What mean-you by "another one"? We were at war again?

( Good God, can no one ever live in peace? )

[Her granddaughter will be remembered by history at least.]

I meant another one here, though there have been many wars back home between your time and mine.

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