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[Mary was more than ready for a normal (or semi normal) day. Seeing that there was no need to worry for anyone here and the boys were enjoying themselves...she decided to actually go and enjoy herself for a change. Especially after the last plot, she was pleased to see that there was actual food here. After a day of shopping, dancing, and general sight seeing, she was ready to relax at a local pub for a bit. Setting up at a table out of the way, Mary was enjoying some chicken, bread pudding...and you guessed it. Beer. It may not have been a relaxing tea or white wine, but she could hold her own as far as alcohol went.

Raising her hand to get the bartenders attention, she motioned to her empty mug, her voice carrying over the noise in the pub.]

Another.

[Waiting on her beer, she was already planning what else she'd be doing...perhaps she'd just turn in and relax in her room after this. Well, that was the plan if nothing more interesting came along.

She still hadn't noticed the feed was on and even if she did...she probably wouldn't care. She was having fun for the first time in what felt like ages and she wouldn't let anyone ruin it for her.]

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[Looking up as the girl informed her about the blackberry, Mary gave an embarrassed chuckle as she saw that she was indeed being watched and that no, she didn't realize it until now.]

Ah, thank you. It tends to do that at the oddest times, I'm not really sure why.

[Katherine frowns, she doesn't find that a comfortable thought.]

I don't really know anything about it, but I didn't intend to be...visually eavesdropping. Are you from the manor?

[She used to share the girls sentiments, but lately she'd seen that things could be far worse than someone viewing you without your knowledge.]

I know you didn't, it's just something that happens from time to time. There's nothing to worry about.

Mm. I am. I suppose that means you are as well...and since you didn't know that bit about the phones, it must mean that you haven't been there for long.

[It seems to Katherine that there's rather a lot of things to worry about in regards to the manor.]

I haven't. Phones? I thought it was called a BlackBerry.

[That's what it says on it, after all.]

[Oh dear~ It seems she confused the poor girl.]

I was confused as well at first. It seems that Blackberry is a type of phone or something to that effect. I've heart it called both, but honestly...phone is less confusing for me.

[A blank stare. Katherine doesn't know what a phone is. She's trying, though, and not knowing what it is hasn't prevented her from learning how to use it.]

...It's certainly not a fruit. That I'm sure of.

[...Chuckling softly, Mary just shook her head.]

No...no it's not.

Okay, so...you're from somewhere without phones apparently?

It's just a device you use to talk with people over distances. Granted, the ones I'm used to aren't quite this advanced.

[Katherine tilts her head.]

We send letters. But I've picked up that the Blackberry's...almost instantaneous?

We send letters where I'm from too; but phones are the contact form of choice. It's much faster, like you said, and a bit more personal.

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Oh. [Katherine gives a nervous little laugh.] It just feels so weird, to see someone but not be in front of them.

[Although speaking of personal...] I think I forgot to introduce myself. My apologies. I'm Katherine.

[It'd be a little hard for Katherine to manage a full curtsey here in the bar, or in the clothing she's currently wearing, but Katherine gives it a try anyway.]

I will agree with you on that. Even I'll admit it's a bit strange to see someone on the blackberry instead of being in front of you.

[They hadn't exactly developed video chat in her time period, even texting proved to be a little too odd for her to master. whiiich is why she just falls back to audio or video most of the time.

Bowing her head in greeting, she gives the girl a warm smile.]

It's a pleasure to meet you Katherine, my name's Mary. [Pushing her basket of food a little, she offered the girl some of her chicken.] Are you hungry?

[Katherine smiles back, taking a piece of the offered food.]

A little. Nice to meet you, Mary.

Do you know where we are?

[It's not the biggest deal if she doesn't. Katherine's certain that this place is a lot more pleasant than the other non-manor place she was at last week.]

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[Glancing around, she smirked to herself. This girl must really not be from her world.]

From what I can tell, Germany. I'm not too certain of the year, but this is the Oktoberfest festival...the best festival if you like alcohol.

[And right now, Mary LOVED alcohol. Tea was good, but after October? Tea wouldn't cut it.]

How long have you been at the manor? I don't recognize you.

[Katherine liked alcohol fine, so long as she didn't have too much of it. She didn't know what a Germany was, though. Since Mary seemed comfortable with the alcohol, Katherine thought she could probably presume that the beer was safe. She waved to the bartender to get his attention and ask for one.]

Two weeks, or near enough. It's been a very...hectic time.

[Ouch...of all the rotten times for someone to arrive, they had to arrive during the worse trail of plots they'd experienced since she arrived a few months back. Reaching out, she patted the girls shoulder with a mournful expression.]

I'm sorry that you had to experience all of this. It's usually not so horrible; most of her plots turn out to be harmless.

Then I have better things to look forward to, which would be good news indeed.

[Katherine smiles brightly, although she'd still so much rather be home there's no need to be pessimistic about these things. And she had her beer now, so it wasn't all bad, certainly.]

I heard many of us are from different places...Where did you call home?

When we're back to the manor, I'm also planning on making a treat for everyone, so you have something else to look forward to.

[It wasn't much, but after the hell, they all deserves something nice. What better that sugary goodness?

Smiling, she took a sip of her beer before answering.]

Earth. Or well...Kansas, if you want to get specific.

What about you, dear?

[Neither of those names means anything to her. She wonders a little bit why she asked, it's not like she's likely to run into someone from her city. But she wants to learn where everyone is from, maybe she could come up with maps...]

I'm the Duchess of Tremontaine. Back home.

[Katherine frowns.]

...I didn't have an heir named.

[Her uncle wouldn't be happy about this, as he'd rather explicitly given her the estate, not any of her older brothers, and he'd hate if it defaulted to them.]

Duchess? She brought...royalty? I'm so sorry that you had to be brought here, I know that you're probably used to nicer things and places.

[She didn't care that the girl was royalty. She'd have to learn that her title didn't really mean much in this place, everyone was equal and everyone had to pull their own weight at times. Almost no one would cater to her all the time.

Shaking her head, she rushed to calm Katherine.]

Don't worry about an heir. Time doesn't seem to move much if at all while you're gone. No one will even realize it, dear.

[It was a hard truth, but she had to know the truth sooner or later. No one knew she was gone and no one was looking for her.]

[Katherine wasn't really used to people 'catering' to her or nicer things. She'd grown up well enough to get by, but they'd counted the silverware every couple of months because it was one of the easiest things for her family to sell if they had to. Katherine wasn't even under consideration for any kind of title until her mad uncle decided that dressing her up in boy's clothes and teaching her how to duel with a sword was the perfect way to get back at Katherine's mother, his sister, for marrying a man he didn't approve of.]

It smells much better in the manor than it did in Riverside. I'm glad to hear about the time, though.

[That was really the only reason the fact that she was 'royalty' had any relevance at all. She had an obligation not to let things that were supposed to be under her supervision fall apart, although certainly Marcus and Artemisia could manage well enough if they would only have to do so for a little while.]

[She could tell that Katherine was different that what she'd expect for a duchess, but she wasn't aware of the extent. Had she known she would have been shocked, but...well, she was just glad that Katerine seemed more down to earth that what she'd expect.]

I was so glad when I was told.

I was brought from...not the best of times. If I hadn't been told, I wouldn't have been able to relax. It makes sense that everyone here should know that they don't need to worry as well.

[Okay, so the beer was making her tongue a little loose. It didn't matter much though, there wasn't anything that this girl could do for better or worse about the incident.]

[Katherine takes a third sip of her beer. She wasn't a very good duchess, if being a duchess was defined by how pompous and posh she was. She was a pretty good duchess if it was defined by her political savvy. Her uncle's standard of being a Duke had always been how dramatic he could make it, and that always stood out more than the numerous social reforms he'd managed.]

Is there...war in Kansas?

[It seems like the best reason Katherine can think of that things would be so bad with the awkwardness that Mary tells it with.]

War is everywhere, you just have to know where to look to find it.

[Hunters fighting monsters and vice versa...there was war everywhere, just not the traditional kind that Katherine was probably asking about. Going silent, she took a few more drinks of beer, unsure of how to continue. This girl didn't need to know anything, she could stay ignorant to just how dangerous things could be in her world. Taking a deep drink, she turned to look at Katherine after setting her glass back on the table.]

There was a man in my baby's room.

[Katherine picks up some of the nuances, enough to tell her that the man wasn't welcome and that Mary thought she could protect the child if she were there. And that there wasn't anyone else ready to step in to protect her child. Katherine winces in automatic sympathy.]

Oh god. I'm sorry. I hope your baby will be okay.

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He's fine...he's here and perfectly fine. I just wish that I could have done more before I was brought here.

[If nothing else, to sate her own curiosity. She still had the occasional nightmare, but...she knew that her boys were okay. They were here and alive, whatever the demon put them through, they survived.]

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