036. [the calm before the storm]

[itsahotone]

[Guess who is super bored out of her gorgeous skull! That's right, unaware of any upcoming action, little miss Santana over here is laying on the floor, her legs propped up on/against her bed. It's a very ladylike position. She is so very bored, in fact, that she is painting her fingernails...and then removing the polish, only to start over again

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[sonhewanted]

[Hey Santana. You should look over up over here at your mirror. Because all of a sudden there are words on it.]

Do y'want your bracelet back?

[Guess who?]

[itsahotone]

[It takes a good long moment for her to notice anything on her mirror, sorry. She's very preoccupied with painting her middle finger black, then adding little red stripes.

But finally! She glances, then squints and pushes herself closer, feet on the side of the bed.

Her eyes narrow.]

...Excuse me?

[sonhewanted]

[The words vanish in smears, like someone wiped it off with his sleeve or something. Then:]

Y'know, that red bracelet from that guy you were foolin' around with. Y'want it back?

[itsahotone]

[Aaaand her eyes narrow even more.]

I wouldn't be against the idea.

[Oh, she wants it back. She'd want the necklace back, too, but there's no chance of that ever happening.]

[notsoepic]

[Noah's found himself on the other side of the mirror, and he has no idea what he's supposed to do. He has found himself watching Santana repeatedly doing her nails.]

What are you going to do about it?

[He's genuinely curious, so don't think he's accusing you or anything, Santana.]

[itsahotone]

[Well, too bad. She's not paying much attention to goings-on not in her eye-line, so she just hears Puck's voice and:]

Do I really have to do everything around here? People need to just step up their game and start entertaining me.

[notsoepic]

No, no one said that.

...What can I do?

[Because he's taking her seriously, and he wants to know what he can do to entertain her.]

[itsahotone]

[She pauses and turns her head.]

Are you joking?

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[britchillsout]

[ Oh hey, look! It's your favourite Philip who is definitely himself and not his mirror. He's even got the eyepatch, a gloomy expression and everything! ]

You're- you're right. Everything... is awful and- and I'm really miserable, I can't--

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[britchillsout]

--Wait, hang on. It was the right eye, wasn't it?

[ He scratches his head, thinks for a moment and then switches the patch from left to right, for a moment revealing two perfectly good eyes. ]

Crap, and I nailed the impression.

[ A frustated sigh. ]

So anyway, how's it going?

this was the best greeting to ever happen, the end.

[itsahotone]

[Still slightly distracted with the glory of her pink and yellow index fingernail, she almost misses his brilliant, emmy-worthy impression. But just almost.]

... [Is her upside-down reaction. Because you see, she hasn't communicated with the mirrors since she came back to the lovely Wonderland, so it takes a moment for her to connect what the hell is going on.]

Aren't you on the wrong side? Does this mean my pathetic, badly dressed other half is wandering around here too?

[britchillsout]

Uhhh... I think it's one of those things where you can't have both versions on one side. I was gonna go back, but I guess the professor wants to play on our side, so... whatever right?

[video forever]

[akapeanut]

Guess you haven't heard.

[itsahotone]

Is there anything worth hearing?

[For once.]

[akapeanut]

Well, you might be better off not knowing at this point. Just keep doing what you're doing.

[itsahotone]

[Aaaand she's rolling over to actually give you her attention!]

Yeah, I'm totally going to let it go now. Spill.

[reckless_eagle]

Which is news, like, how?

[Someone isn't looking so well.]

[Oh, yeah, and hasn't been heard from in ages. Hell, he wouldn't blame anyone who'd thought he went home or died...]

[itsahotone]

[Tick tick tick oh right, that guy. Her memory for names is just fantastic, isn't it?]

Oh hey. You're still here? Haven't seen your cross-dressing ass around since I got back.

[reckless_eagle]

Um, duh, I'm here. I just, like, haven't been getting out at all that much.

[itsahotone]

Well how was I supposed to assume that? I was gone like, a year.

[...Back-home-time, anyway.]