first dance → video. un: e.midford. backdated to like noon, mid-january.

[thesecutethings]

[ the cool thing about her primary device being a smartphone is that after a few days, Lizzie pretty much has it down. so, thankfully, no one gets stuck staring at an eyeball on the network today. nope, instead they get Lizzie, in her pink and frilly glory, looking like sunshine glorified as usual. for a 'new' arrival, she's in a strangely good mood.' ]

I beg pardon that it took me this long to introduce myself! This place has simply been such a change...

[ right, right. composing herself like the lady she is. ]

My name is Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford, daughter of the leader of the British Knights! I'm here with my fiance, Ciel Phantomhive! I hope he's been getting along with everyone well! He can be a bit dour, but he's really very sweet!

Ah, of course, introducing myself isn't the only reason I'm doing this. You see...It seems I've found myself without Paula, my handmaid. Between this and how...different...the fashion is in this world than my own...I seem to be having a spot of trouble with my clothing lately, including dressing. Ah, buttons are quite difficult you see... I was hoping to find a lady who might be able to assist me. I'm sure I could find a way to provide compensation.

[ read: i don't know how to dress myself, i'm scandalized by shorts, and everyone i know is a dude, what do? ]

Also...I can't believe we're on the moon! Who would ever have thought it would be possible, to be on the moon? It sounds so romantic, it's like a dream! [ Lizzie sighs dreamily. ] It certainly wasn't possible at home, but imagine... Ciel and I walking on the moon together...!

[ aaaand apparently no one has to endure starry-eyed Lizzie for long, because she's suddenly cutting the feed with an excited call of Ciel's name, no warning. Poor Ciel. ]

video; un: frayed

[outofthinair]

[ At first it looks as though someone is taking video within an art studio. There are numerous artworks displayed, but soon it becomes obvious that rather than being on easels, they are propped up on a bed, or the wooden artist chest next to the bed. Clary does not have her own studio to work in, nor does she have a big enough space to spread out. It's a constant battle to move things around the space she does have as part of the communal housing she was placed in.

The drawings are mostly cityscapes and landscapes for now. Memories of New York and places in Brooklyn. Scenes that were reminiscent of Idris – but not many people would recognise them. To anyone else they might seem like images of Europe. Hidden underneath the landscapes are hints of lifedrawing but the face of the model isn't visible. ]

So with the excuse of Valentine's Day coming up I was going to offer to do commissions if anyone is after something unique and personal. Landscapes, portraits, abstracts, cards… anything you want. This is a sample of what I’m capable of.

We can talk prices or trades - I’m open to bargaining. Even if you want to pay me in art supplies I would not turn it away.

[ She looks like she's about to reach out and kill the feed before another thought occurs to her. ]

Oh, and if anyone is looking for a housemate or knows of someone looking to move out of communal housing that would be willing to let me take over some of the space - I'd appreciate it. Sleeping under sketchbooks might seem bohemian but I need my workspace and bed to be seperate.

[ Not to mention a little privacy helps when it comes to the lifedrawing part of her art. The feed ends with her giving a bright smile. ]