Mary goes to the theater... Subject: An unexpected reunion. Where: Theater Who: Mary Roper, anyone who happens to be around during the afternoon Warnings: None yet. But there is a good chance of angst and awkwardness. Open to: Harry Fisher and/or anyone else likely to be around the theater
Mary slipped through the gate, pausing to wave at the footman waiting there. The scrap of paper in her hand seemed to burn her skin. She’d taken the address from a lady in one of the stalls at the old market- Rosie had known Mary since she was a child, and her daughter Lizzie worked for the man, said he was all right and paid fair enough. It wasn’t easy to find work these days, and it didn’t help none when ladies of the house started off hating you in any case. She looked again at the paper. Well, if this Mr Fisher couldn’t hire her, maybe he would know someone who could. Being an actress would be a fine change, Mary told herself.
She spent the long walk through twisted London streets practicing the pretty speech she was going to give- she’d be eloquence incarnate, she would. Mr Fisher was bound to see she had a good a chance as anyone at making an audience love her. She could make anyone love her- it wouldn’t be no different with a bunch of people. She got lost once and had to ask directions at a pub, then spent a bit of time avoiding the foolish drunk boy who followed her out. Finally she came to the theater whose address she had been dreaming of all day, a bit later than she'd meant to but oh well.
Mary examined the façade as she walked around to the side door like Rosie told her to. It wasn’t as pretty as it could be, nor half as clean. ‘Course, everybody started somewhere, didn’t they? And what if he didn’t need an actress? … Or anything else for that matter? Mary shook her head, sending those thoughts flying. Girls without options couldn’t afford thinking that way. Who knew how long she had before Lady Stanley threw her out- and no pretty actin' would change her ladyship's mind, you could bet.
Mary raised her hand and knocked on the little door.