multifarious ⟷ in character

[Employers, people in show business, people who work with animals]
Hello, I'm looking for work. My name is Marlena, and my experience is working with horses in the traveling show. Are there any openings?

[Against buzzers]
[Against cops]
I went to a speakeasy and they asked me for an ID to get in, does anyone know where a girl like me could find one?

[She reads the letter once, but it disappears before she can reread it. She's teleported to a new dimension, almost a century later, and there's no way out. She knows she didn't drink too much last night, this can't be a delusion. Even if this were a dream, she's sure she'd feel the bumps of the rocky train ride or smell August next to her... but she's not there. She's alone. It's quiet and clean. It feels like she's broken into some fancy New York brownstone. It almost reminds her of her life before August, aside from the new-aged furniture that surrounds her. In this state, she's almost sure she misses him although if he were here, he would be completely unbearable. She could picture him ranting and pacing about how they're shit out of luck here... but at least she wouldn't be here alone.

She doesn't notice the tablet or that it's recording her as she stares down into her hands where the magical futuristic letter disappeared. Wrapped in her thoughts, she's stoic.]

Wake up, Marlena. [She whispers to herself, shutting her eyes after a moment passes and nothing changes. She needs to get back now before she loses her mind entirely. She can't give into this. She's heard stories about people going crazy after cracking under pressure. She's stronger than this. She has to be.]