[Somebody is very happy. Maniacal laughter happy. You see, somebody has a fully grown plant that appears to be coming along swimmingly. Or snappingly, really; it's occupying itself in trying to eat the air. Hey, you never know- SOMETHING delicious might come within reach!]

[ The vine unravels, and when it does, the mirror shows a woman. She doesn't seem to be any older than her early to mid twenties, her frame clad in a maid's uniform. She certainly looks friendly, her saturated brown eyes even seem to show how cheerful she is, regardless of this situation.]

[ She lets out a low hum, before crossing her arms, and resting her head in her hand. Her index finger taps the side of her head, and her smile curls upward more. ]

Well, this isn't a normal situation, is it? Kidnapping, I'd say. ... Hm, but as the Maid of the Phantomhive Estate, that isn't my true concern. Rather, I should be introducing myself, should I not? It looks as though no one has found a way home. [ She continues to smile, looking ever so friendly, a vision of a nice lady who only wants to help. Sebastienne, however, isn't herself without at least one light jab towards humans in her words. ]

My name is Sebastienne Michealis, and I am Countess Ciel Phantomhive's maidservant. We've seem to have found ourselves in a similar happening, have we not? Despite the circumstances, for they truly are unfortunate, it is a pleasure to meet you. [ She does not curtesy, she bows, clasping her hands before her, and her head inclined in a show of respect. Do titles still matter here? She certainly hasn't gone mad, though perhaps this place is mad. Can a place be mad? Hm. ]

My Lady, [ she says as she straightens herself, addressing Ciel and only Ciel. her smile seems to melt into a confident smirk. ] I do hope I have not kept you waiting.

[ She can smell Ciel -- and many, many, many other women, curiously, -- and she knows the girl is here. She will find her momentarily. ]

[The vine unfurls to reveal a young woman sleeping next to a idyllic sapphire blue lake, the breeze stirring the blond hair around her face. While her dress is the same pure white of any new arrival, the girl herself seems rather battered, as if she had just been in a fierce battle. A number of cuts and bruises run across her body, and her face, hair, and skin are smudged with dirt.

Still, her sleep is a peaceful one, as the vine records the slow rise and fall of her chest, as if waiting for her to awaken.

And it waits...

And waits...

And waits.

Finally, the Vine seems to decide 'to heck with this,' and proceeds to shoot out a leafy tendril to give the sleeping girl a shove.]

Wh-WAAAAA! *Splash*

[Specifically, a shove directly into said idyllic lake.]

A short time later, after she is pulled from the water

[A sheepish looking and still wet Lucy appears on the screen, leaning in close which presents a rather interesting angle with which to view her wet dress]

What a way to make a first impression...Oh, hello. I guess these really can create mirrors. I know some other nations use Magic Mirrors a lot, but I have to admit I'm more used to crystal balls.

Why am I questioning this and not being kidnapped? I'm way to used to this sort of thing]

[She looks back up from talking to herself, and her smile is noticeably worn and frayed]

Anyway, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Lucy Heartphilia, wizard of the Fairy Tail Guild.

[Despite her prior threat to consume roughly half a dozen young women, Gavril had been a rather good girl/sin against nature. In that instead of her usual fare she has been feeding on the garden readily available supply of cute and cuddly animals that call the garden home. Unfortunately, Gavril's body needs an enormous amount of energy to work, which means an equally huge amount of cute animals now lay at rest in her gut. 

The aftermath of such a scene can be seen streaming through a mirror. Which displays a horrid scene of the zombie-like girl sitting beside an pile of bones stacked as high as she is tall. The video is quite intentional, it seems, as Gavril playfully flashes her usual wicked smile for all those who may be watching.]

Sup, bitches? Having fun playing with all your fears and insecurities? Well, I guess you got one less to add to the pile, cuz I've decided to play nice for awhile and not eat any of you.

[Gavril takes a bone from the pile behind her and uses it to pick a stray piece of raw flesh from her shark-like teeth.]

So don't say I never did anything for ya.