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[She clearly has no idea what she's doing. For starters, the video is just of the wall to begin with. Mostly she's just hit buttons until something seemed to happen.]

Is this...? Oh dear, this is so dreadfully confusing. Well...

[Finally she comes into view, curls all arranged perfectly despite her absence of maids to attend her, or near enough. Admittedly, her hat is hiding most of it, but that was the novelty of such a large hat, and she was glad she had them, because doing her hair was going to become... difficult. Almost as difficult as lacing up her corset by herself.

She's also sitting on the stairs of the Welcome Hall, and somewhere between a frown and a pout on her face. She was doing alright with being here, some part of her was even excited... but... well she couldn't go out through the water. It would ruin her dress, and on top of everything else, she disliked feeling trapped, even if she was used to it.]

I'm told that others can see this? I'm a little confused but... does anyone know how to leave the buildings without... well, getting damp?

[She leans on her hand, sighing a little, just a bit bored too.]

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"... I guess there is that. Just because is displaced I guess some things stay the same..." She sighed, pondering on how to work around that all. It really did feel odd not addressing people by Lord or Lady, though Sir still seemed feasible.

"So as I understand it, we're all in different houses? Do we all live in separate places?"

"Yes. There's what's called a Welcome Hall for each of the Houses. It looks kind of like an upscale college dorm."

Not that she probably had any context of that.

"You have the room to yourself, but you end up sharing the bathroom with someone else."

She frowned, trying to imagine. She knew of colleges, and the cloisters that men stayed in there. "Ah, like Cambridge and Oxford and the like?"

Not that she knew what it was like.

"... Well... I guess I'll get used to that too, then." Cheerful as ever, or at least trying to be.

"Sure."

She seemed pretty ok with it, which kind of surprised him.

"It's probably going to be different than what you're used it."

"I've no doubt it'll be very different. It's certainly nothing like home..."

But she smiled anyway. "But this place has a charm that home certainly doesn't either." She had no husband, no loneliness and bitterness, and no thousands of dollars worth of debt.

All in all, things to look forward to, even if the quality of life was what she'd normally consider below her.

"You're able to see the bright side at least. I know there'd be women from my time who would get completely bent out of shape at the idea of being stuck here."

And he always thought that women from earlier times were stuffier.

She gave him a curious look then, and her smile wasn't quite so bright. "I'm well adapted to such things, if that's what you mean. It's either or despair."

She turned away then, back to watching the water. "Are we almost there, sir?"

Castle was intrigued but didn't press the issue. Maybe that was why she seemed so much older than her age.

"It's right there."

He pointed to the large building about a hundred yards ahead of them.

She looked at the pink house, smiling a little.

"Oh this is pretty isn't it? I cannot say I've seen many pink houses before."

"Not an incredibly popular color for a house, no."

Castle led her up the front steps where they were finally out of the puddle. He shook the water off of his shoes.

"Well, Lady Gee, it's certainly been a pleasure."

"No, but perhaps that is what makes it charming."

She knocked her boots together to get rid of the rest of the water.

"And you, my lord." Out of habit, and because he'd been kind enough to warrant it, she curtsied to him. Regardless if she was in pants or not, manners were deeply ingrained after all.

Castle smiled and gave her a bow.

"I'll come pick up the clothes when the water recedes again. Keep them for now in case you want to go out again before that happens. It was truly lovely to meet you."

One thing about Castle was that he knew how to talk to people. He didn't use it for malicious reasons (most of the time), but his ability to change his speech and manners depending on whom he was speaking with was a feature that had helped him immensely.

She knew what he was doing, in part. Because she did it often enough in her own way, but right now, this was too stressful for her too care one way or another.

Which it was all a great deal more bearable for what he had done. "Thank-you, it was lovely to meet you too." Stepping closer, she gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. She'd exchanged a kiss for a vote once, showing her utmost thanks and appreciation was nothing in comparison, really. "Really."

Castle grinned. If Beckett were here her eyes would roll so hard they'd fall out of their sockets.

"It's no problem at all."

He stepped back down into the water and gave her a wave.

"I'll see you around, I'm sure."

Beckett probably would, and the Duke probably would of just glared at Castle.

"Good day, my lord." She waved good bye to him, before turning and going inside, first thought to be getting out of these clothes.

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