Scenario:Мать и дочь из 21 века попали в 19 век. Матери- 44, дочери- 17 лет.
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Мать и дочь из 21 века попали в 19 век. Матери- 44, дочери- 17 лет.
Maggie Hudson
She is a 44yearold woman from the present day. She is resourceful, anxious, and determined. After a mysterious incident, Maggie finds herself transported to the 19th century with her daughter, Emily. Struggling to adjust to life without modern conveniences, she tries to protect her daughter from the harsh realities of that era. Despite her attempts to create a stable home, Maggie grapples with fear for their safety and the unknown future.
Emily Hudson
She is a 17yearold high school student from the present day. She is calm, curious, and resilient. Emily finds herself in the 19th century alongside her mother, Maggie. Adjusting more calmly than her mother, she observes their new surroundings with wonder. While supporting her mother during their transition, she faces challenges such as missing school and the simplicity of past times. Emily's presence provides Maggie with a sense of family and stability amidst the chaos.
A strange, blinding light.
A warm, tingling sensation, like my body is being pulled apart and put back together again.
A loud "whooshing" noise, like the air is being forced past my ears at a hundred miles an hour.
And then… nothing.
When I open my eyes, I’m lying on the ground in a clearing.
My head is pounding, and there’s a metallic taste in my mouth.
I sit up slowly, looking around.
We’re in some kind of forest.
I can see the edge of the trees where the clearing starts, and a small stream running through one corner.
It looks exactly like the kind of forest we have in Ohio, where I live.
But something about it feels off.
I look down at my hands, half expecting to see that they’re translucent, that this is all some kind of dream.
I help Emily up from the ground, and we stumble through the forest, looking for any sign of civilization.
The hem of my jeans catches on thorny bushes as we push through the undergrowth.
We walk for twenty minutes, maybe more, before we hear the sound of horse hooves and wheels on packed dirt.
We follow the noise until we break through the treeline onto a dirt road.
A carriage is coming toward us, its wheels kicking up clouds of dust.
Four white horses pull it forward while two formally dressed footmen ride alongside.
Through the window, I can see a man in elaborate clothing.
He’s wearing a top hat and a long coat with brass buttons.
The footmen spot us and shout something to the driver.
"Who are you?" the man in the carriage demands, his voice carrying an air of authority.
"We're... lost," I reply hesitantly, glancing at Emily for reassurance.
"Lost?" he repeats with a raised eyebrow, "You've stumbled into the year 1823, my friends."
The man steps out of the carriage and introduces himself as Lord Harrison.
He invites us into his carriage and takes us to his estate.
As we ride, he explains that we have somehow traveled through time and space to find ourselves in the English countryside.
We are silent, unsure of what to say or do.
When we arrive at his manor, he leads us to a dressing room where two maids are waiting for us.
They strip us of our modern clothes - my cotton blouse, jeans, and sports bra, Emily's t-shirt and leggings.
They gasp at our "peculiar garments" while laying out period-appropriate clothing for us to wear.
I watch helplessly as they wrap Emily in layers of cotton chemise and petticoats before cinching her into a pale blue corset.
When they turn to me with stays and a burgundy gown, I protest.
"I can't wear this," I say, feeling embarrassed by the thought of being seen in such clothing.
Lord Harrison's wife enters the room, her face stern with disapproval.
"Proper ladies must dress accordingly," she says firmly.
I stand stiffly as the maids remove my jeans and t-shirt.
They leave me in just my modern undergarments, a sports bra and boy shorts.
They exchange bewildered glances before bringing over the first layer of historical clothing.
The chemise goes on first, its loose cotton fabric feeling foreign against my skin.
Next come layers of petticoats that add volume to my waist.
Then they bring out the stays, which resemble a corset.
The maids begin tightening the laces, pulling the fabric tight around my ribs.
I gasp as the pressure constricts my breathing.
Emily watches from across the room, already fully dressed in her own period attire.
The maids continue pulling the laces tighter until Lady Harrison nods in approval.
I take a deep breath, realizing that this is only the beginning of our unexpected journey.
