look, fresh meat.

[una_persson]

[Are you an habitué of music halls? Then over the last fortnight, you might have noticed a new featured vocalist at the Alhambra, performing in the spot before the ballet dancers and again for a few more songs after the interval—a pretty woman with chestnut hair, grey eyes, a sweet mezzo-soprano voice, a witty, elegant affect on stage, and the somewhat odd name of Una Persson. She seems to have come more or less out of nowhere. And that's almost literally true. A month ago, subjective time, she was knocking around early twenty-first century America. Now she's here. And luckily her theatrical training is a good backup career for a time-traveller trying to get her bearings.

The evening show's just ended and the lady in question is leaving through the stage door, chatting with one of the ballet dancers and running the gauntlet of admirers and well-to-do young men looking for a good time. Maybe you'll see her there. Or perhaps later at the little café across the way where several of the Alhambra's performers go after the show for a drink and a quiet assignation away from the hubbub of the theatre (and, hopefully, away from any bad insanity going on at the moment, though you never know what might come oozing by).

OOC: Also, hi! I'm Karin, and I'm new here. Thanks to Farrah and Kisha for the invite and briefing. If you want to know more about Una and are a glutton for punishment there is info here and here]