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[heatourjail]

"...And no, I don't think Cheese Wiz should be the fifth food group...." Juliet trails off as they step (well, he's stepping - she's skating) over the threshold and into the Bar, which has kindly materialized while they were travelling to a costume party. At least they left their homes wearing these costumes - unlike other, more unfortunate folks

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[not_his_pa]

William is enjoying his outfit more today and is enjoying seeing what other people have been put in.

When Jules and Shawn enter, he grins when he realizes they started off with what they're wearing, "What are you meant to be?"

[heatourjail]

The question startles Jules away from Shawn's line of questioning. "I'm a roller derby player," she explains.

[psyched_u_out]

He pitches his voice low, trying to look deep and mysterious.

(He fails. Utterly.)

"Don't you know a bloodsucking fiend when you see one?"

[not_his_pa]

William laughs, he tries to hide it but Shawn isn't scary,

"No, sir, I don't."

[heatourjail]

Juliet's snort is somewhat muffled, but still discernible. "He's Doctor Frank N. Furter's dramatic cousin."

[psyched_u_out]

He's used to this reaction. He flicks a strand of wavy blonde hair out of his face with as much dignity as he can muster.

"And who might you be?"

[not_his_pa]

"Apparently I'm a French Musketeer and don't have any idea who those folks you mentioned are,"

William stands a little straighter.

[heatourjail]

"I think they might be before your time," Juliet suggests, sounding sympathetic and trying to sound used to this interdimensional weigh-station business.

[psyched_u_out]

"What she said."

[not_his_pa]

"I guess, but then Milliways ain't that good at time to start with. What's your when and where?"

He adjusts the sword once more and tries to look older.

[heatourjail]

"Santa Barbra," Juliet explains. "And it's 2011." His posture is rather endearing, reminding her of Ewan.

[psyched_u_out]

He's completely abandoned the attempt at looking cool.

"I'm Shawn, this is Juliet."

[not_his_pa]

"I'm William Evans from Arizona Territory,"

Then he names a year near the end of the 1860s,

"Though Bar dressed me up to look like a Musketeer. Where's Santa Barbara?"

[heatourjail]

That's...very old. Color Jules incredibly impressed. "It's in California. Shawn was raised there," she adds.

[psyched_u_out]

"Wow."

Was California even around in the 1860s?

"I mean. Yes, I was."

[not_his_pa]

"There are folks from farther back. I mean most here ain't but there are some,"

He wishes he had his hat to hide behind and not this weird hair.