She doesn't know where she is but she's fairly sure she doesn't approve of it.

[onceandfutureex]

Enter: a young lady with a wonderful profile. She's willowy, blonde, imperious, and very well and expensively dressed in a 1930s-intellectual kind of way. She sweeps in confidently, tugging at one glove as she walks, then comes to an abrupt halt as she takes in her surroundings. This isn't Bumpleigh Hall. How could it not be Bumpleigh Hall?

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[glacianbitch]

Karla gives her a very, very wicked grin. "You don't need to beg, I'll just go ahead and pardon you anyway."

[onceandfutureex]

Karla receives in return what can only be described as a Look. "How very amusing."

[glacianbitch]

"Amusing? Perhaps." she sweeps an elegant and flourishing bow. "Welcome, fair lady, to the place that is known only as the Mansion."

[onceandfutureex]

Why on earth would a young lady bow? Is she some sort of actress? Florence gives a neat, well-bred sort of curtsy and looks skeptical. "'The Mansion'?"

[glacianbitch]

"That's right. For all your oddities, magical abilities, and utterly bewildering paradoxes. It's a rather strange place."

[onceandfutureex]

"My oddities?" Oh, the girl's being rhetorical. "Yes, well, I quite see that."

[glacianbitch]

"I'm sure you can," Karla says wryly. "So, where are you from, again? Not that it matters. You can't really get back there now."

[onceandfutureex]

"I beg your pardon," Florence says again, still a bit coolly but determined to act properly (if only to show others how it's done). She holds out her hand. "Lady Florence Craye, of Bumpleigh Hall, Steeple Bumpleigh, Hampshire."

[glacianbitch]

Karla examines the hand for a few moments, then shakes it. "What's that?"

[onceandfutureex]

Florence has a firm, correct, ladylike sort of handshake. It's the sort of thing they teach you in deportment classes. "What is what?"

[glacianbitch]

Karla has a very firm handshake as well, but it's not nearly so ladylike. "All the..babble. About Heights and this and that."

[onceandfutureex]

"Heights?" She didn't say anything about heights. Florence frowns slightly. "Bumpleigh Hall. My father's estate in Hampshire, though of course we've another in London, and my stepbrother Thomas is one of the Gregsons of Woollham Chersey." This doesn't seem to be clarifying matters for the other girl. "You did ask where I was from?"

[glacianbitch]

Her eyes brighten a little. "Oh! London. You're an English person then. I've met a few of your lot." She grins. "Yeah, but I didn't want an entire family history."

[onceandfutureex]

"That is not what I call a family history." Family histories were either several volumes long, drier than dust, and of interest only to the dessicated aristocrats writing them, or they were scandalous memoirs which really ought not to be published, especially if they featured one's own father being thrown out of a music-hall in 1887 after having drunk a quart and a half of champagne. "That was an introduction. It is usually responded to with one's own name, and place of residence if relevant."

[glacianbitch]

"It was a figure of speech." She tilts her head, her eyes a little less amused. "Karla, from Glacia, in Kaeleer. I suppose I ought to add all the rest - Queen, Black Widow, etc., since that seems to be the thing to do with you people."

[onceandfutureex]

"Indeed." Does she actually believe she's in the presence of royalty? Not so much, no. "Charmed."