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[sweet_and_fair]

A pretty, young woman enters with a frown and a muttered expletive. She is small by modern standards, delicate looking and wearing a gown that went out of fashion somewhere in the 1770s. She seems about to tell everyone exactly what she thinks of the service here and would do so if not for a last minute attack of manners. She went to court and

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[keeptothelight]

"I cannot," Louisa Strange replies. "And no one else seems to be capable of giving a proper answer when it comes to this place."

[sweet_and_fair]

"Really? Whyever not? What are you wearing?"

[keeptothelight]

"What am I wearing?" Louisa repeats, appalled. "Why, I might well ask the same of you. I believe my grandmother had that very gown."

[sweet_and_fair]

"Your grandmother? She must have good taste. This the latest from Paris."

[theonetodoit]

There's a faint smile -- and a rather pleased acknowledgment of the dating of the gown, as that's technically rather close to her time, though the fact that she's close to six feet tall and currently wearing jeans might make that seem a bit off. "In order, you're at the Mansion, which is to say in no place in particular, your father's house is likely exactly where you left it, and your maid is probably dead right now, but if you manage to go back to your own time, you'll find her again, I think."

[sweet_and_fair]

"... I beg your pardon?"

[theonetodoit]

"I think I get that a little too much. Anyway, let's just go with 'you're in a really weird place and may not be able to get home,' at least for the time being. It's the easiest way of putting it."

[sweet_and_fair]

"Oh..."

[languageofbirds]

'I am afraid I do not know, miss,' says Henry stiffly, holding his finger between the pages of his book to mark his place. '...not any of those, actually, even the where.'

[sweet_and_fair]

"Well, that isn't very helpful."