There's a small disturbance.

[pactorprestige]

Those near the largest common room may here some muffled expressions of surprise, a bit of shuffling, and some furniture moving in a small side room. There's a low man's voice, more muttering than truly speaking

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[studiesemerald]

Moriarty glances up from his book. He smiles a bit, always glad to see someone from his own time.

"Welcome, sir."

[pactorprestige]

"...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude." He frowns a bit. "Most literally, in fact, I did not mean to."

[studiesemerald]

Moriarty shrugs, casually setting his book on the table.

"From this? I've read it before."

He rises and offers the new arrival a hand.

"James Moriarty. London. 1882."

[pactorprestige]

Borden gives him an odd look, but takes the offered hand. "...Alfred Borden, London, 1878."

[studiesemerald]

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Borden. You really shouldn't worry too much about the...ah, time difference. I am not entirely certain how but people from a variety of times and places seem to end up here."

He shrugs.

[pactorprestige]

"...do they?"

[studiesemerald]

He nods.

"It appears so."

[pactorprestige]

Faintly, "I see."

[studiesemerald]

Moriarty waves a hand dismissively.

"Oh, you need not worry. Compared to many other places, the Mansion seems mostly safe."

[pactorprestige]

"And so when one leaves, what time does one end up in?"

[studiesemerald]

Moriarty frowns.

"To be honest, I have not yet heard of anyone leaving the Mansion. However, if such a thing is possible, I would surmise that one would return to the time and place he or she left."

[pactorprestige]

Dryly, he comments, "Well at least that is some comfort, then."