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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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"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.

Will turns bright red and turns his back to her as he tries to think what in the world to do,

"Are ye well, what can I do?"

There is a very loud curse word. And all thoughts on date, time, and the nature of such measurements in a postapocalyptic world populated by people from various dimensions are abandoned in favor of more immediate thoughts like, "Where is the closest solid object I can hide behind?"

It is a bit of a relief, in a way. A very embarrassing way.

More cursing happens once she is safely ensconced behind a podium.

She hasn't responded so Will is just going to stay with his back to her as he tries to think of what's appropriate in this situation.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Think solid thoughts.

Many people in incidents vaguely like this wish they could sink into the floor. Jessica is trying very hard not to.

"um."

...

"yeah."

"I'll just go o'er to the other side o'the room an be out o'yer way."

"No, that's... listen, just hand me my stuff, okay?"

When in doubt, be cranky!

He reaches down to get her clothing and throws it about where he thinks she is before quickly leaving the Great Hall.

Close enough. There is hurried dressing. Also, more cursing.

And then warily checking in case he's outside the door.

He's not, Will has decided its better to get farther away since she looked young enough to be rather embarassed.

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