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Will's been thinking about Garo's problem, he's not sure of the absolute best way to help so he's going through his sword forms in the Great Hall as he thinks.

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It can't really hurt to-

OK, it probably can't hurt to at least check out the weird castle that's been dropped on New York. Especially since she's pretty much covered all the current subway system.

Think of it like a supply run. Only, no supplies. Maybe.

Jessica is naturally very quiet, and is sneaking more than usual, so she may have been at the doorway for a while watching Will do his thing. Despite the appearance, it's actually fairly easy to overlook her.

Will's focused on the motions and thinking about the best way to help his friend so he's only aware that there's someone in the shadows.

"Um. Hi."

Please don't stab her she is not into mortal wounds!

For a moment he turns towards the sound before lowering his blade,

"Good day, I willna 'urt ye, just practicin'."

Blink.

"Wow, that's... where're you from?" That is definitely not an American accent.

He sheathes his sword and gives a smile,

"Nottingham, England, durin' the reign o'King Richard the Lion'eart."

She did not really pay that much attention to history, so the best that gives her is "England back when women wore those pointy hats."

"Did you come along with the place?" Though this is a lot fancier than she'd expect. She is pretty sure that the crazy ceiling is kind of an anachronism or something.

"Oh nay, dropped out o'the sky in the midst o'a field round 'bout the center o'the country. Ended up 'ere cause me Kate is from a New York in 'er world an this is the safest place in the city."

"Oh, you're with Kate. Good." There's a slight sense of relaxation there. "So, this place hasn't killed anyone yet?"

"Nay, it 'asna. Aye, I am, feel lucky to 'ave 'er in me life."

It takes a moment for her to convert that into Suburban American English.

"You guys been working on the plant things?" She assumes the sword is not just because he is a young man who likes shiny things. "Seems easier to run around the city lately."

"Oh aye, we 'ave, still lots o''em but glad its makin' a difference."

"Thanks," she says gravely. "It really does help, for those of us that can't fight 'em."

Peering around, she adds, "Any idea what this place used to be?"

"Na sure, but lots o'folks lived 'ere. Found some classrooms so 'rhaps a school."

"A school. In a big castle." She shakes her head. "Wow. This place keeps coming up with new ways to be weird."

"Oh aye, it does at that."

"I guess you've been around, then?"

"Aye, strange to think 'ow long I've been 'ere."

"Like how long?" With a frown, she volunteers, "I think I've kind of lost track..."

"'rhaps six months or so, na sure."

"You don't have any idea what date it is, do you?" There's a half-pitch rise in her voice now. "Why didn't I keep track?!"

"Nay, I dinna, cause ye get too busy just livin'."

"Someone has to know, right? I mean, it's the date."

IT IS IMPORTANT OK

"Aye, sure someone does."

"but... like is it even the date anymore? If you're from... God, whenever, and I'm from- and Kern isn't even from Earth!"

Existential meltdown in progress!

It's around then that her glasses clatter to the floor, along with every stitch of clothing on her. This has happened without any intervention on her part. Which may have been interesting to watch, if one is interested in watching a shirt and brassiere fall through a person's torso.