4 ♕ The latest trend is painting a self-portrait

[airshipswank]

[ Welcome, dear reader, to our most humble and festive OOC note! In this post you shall be provided with three exceptional interaction opportunities! Observe, enjoy and kindly specify which part your response pertains to, should context not make it abundantly clear. ♥ ]

[1. It's a lovely and warm December morning in the mansion. The Duke of

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[itsacoldone]

[It may be a lovely and warm December morning in the mansion, but Saintana is a little too nervous to fully enjoy it. The fact that she's not actually in her room is a miracle in itself, obviously, and the only reason she's not is because she doesn't want to waste away the chance to have an actual, real, Christmas.

This is when she bumps into Orlando Bloom the eloquent strutter.]

Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!

[airshipswank]

[ The strut was slow, the impact light, the collision forgivable.

But hm.

That apology sounded less sarcastic than it should have done. ]

Lost in thoughts, Miss Santana?

[itsacoldone]

[And we now cue the stammering.]

I-I--do you, do we k-know... Have we met?

[airshipswank]

[ Fun fact: The information about mirrors has yet to come up in Buckingham's Wonderland info class in a manner he can process; meaning it's likely nobody told him, meaning if somebody did tell him then he completely handwaved it, meaning congratulations, Saintana! You just took his mirror meeting virginity.

...So far he is not enjoying the experience. ]

I'm hurt that you wouldn't remember.

[ And quite frankly a little annoyed, because he should be the only one who gets to completely forget about people despite having somewhat memorable conversations with them. ]

[itsacoldone]

[She gasps a little, because taking one's virginity without permission is rude! she doesn't want to hurt anyone!]

I-I-I'm sorry! I just. I th-think you know the, the other me.

1/2

[airshipswank]

[ Good Lord, what new nonsense is this again?

Santana, he is looking at you and he is judging you. ]

2/2

[airshipswank]

[ Okay, done. Let's see what this is about then. ]

...All right, I'll play. What other you?

[itsacoldone]

[She blinks wide, innocent eyes at him. How can he not know?]

T-the Santana that lives on this side...? I. Um. I live on the m-mirror side.

[airshipswank]

Behind the glass,

[ he mutters to himself. It rings a bell. A very quiet one. Too quiet. ]

It seems...

[ Well, this is unpleasant. ]

It seems my information on all of Wonderland is still rather... lacking.

[ But what you are saying is basically- ]

Our reflections... they live?

[itsacoldone]

[He sounds so ominous and kind of scary! But she nods enthusiastically, hoping she's of some help.]

Yes, I don't--I don't know why we're here now...on, um. On your side. B-but some of us are very nice!

[Like her, so please don't hurt her sir your Lordship your Grace sob.]

[airshipswank]

[ Yes, that's very nice, Saintana. Now stand still while Buckingham circles you like a shark. ]

And you... are hers.

[ Different air about her, but the resemblance is uncanny. ]

...What do I call you?

[itsacoldone]

[Saintana squeaks a little, wringing her hands. She's afraid to even look at him while he's doing that.]

S-s-ssss. [Well, that went well.] M-my name is the same...Santana...um.

[airshipswank]

If you will permit me to make an observation, you sound rather nervous, Miss Santana.

[ Here, let him circle some more. Soothingly. ]

[itsacoldone]

I--I, um, I'm sorry? [She is looking very intently at her feet.]

[airshipswank]

[ Poor girl. Will it help if Buckingham puts one hand on her shoulder and gets all up in her face? Why yes. Yes, of course it will. ]

Are you not feeling well?

[itsacoldone]

[HFKDSJFLKSJ!! This is exactly why she locks herself up in her room all the time!

She squeaks again, even more high-pitched than before, and freezes.]

A-a-are you go--going to...hurt me?

[There are movies about this kind of thing!!]