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[Around 10 O'clock, Dorian pops onto the feed looking much more rested than the past few days.]

Happy Christmas, Wonderland! [He says, unaware that he slept through most of the holiday.] I'm not sure how it happened, but one of my gifts showed up on my side table this morning. I'm... Not sure who it is from, actually. Er...

[He holds the note up to the camera, so that part of the note is visible. Anyone could easily read the sentence, "The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history," written in delicate cursive with black ink, and signed by a person who isn't in the mansion and would not be known by anyone outside of Dorian's timeline. Not that he would let people guess.]

Does anyone recognize this handwriting? It's a lovely letter, but I'm a bit unsure about its meaning. The last thing I would need after the white dream nonsense is another person stalking me for Christmas. I would like to meet the writer and... Calm their excitement, if you will. Thank you.

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Another person?

( sucre doesn't know the owner of the writing, nor does she have any way to identify it. so of course she focuses on something that appears mildly insignificant compared to the rest of dorian's questioning, and she frowns into the camera, holding it far too away from her - as though she's stretching her arms too far. )

You've been stalked before?

[Oh! It's pretty little Sucre! He didn't mean to scare the poor thing. ~~Nor will he let her know she doesn't have to hold the camera that far away.~~]

Ah... That happened before I came to Wonderland. Some vengeful drunkard mistook me for an enemy of his. Horrifying... Luckily, I don't think I would have to deal with him anymore.

[He shall neglect to tell her the "vengeful drunkard" was right in his assumption. Sucre seems concerned enough as it is.]

Oh. That's no good.

( her eyebrows crease in concern. while the elsens were usually very calm, sometimes a case would emerge — worrisome, but always stamped down quickly by whoever ran the zone. it was never pretty. then again, her world really isn't. )

It all ended well, then? For— anyone involved.

Well...

[He doesn't care what happens to James Vane, as long as he is rid of him. However, he is at liberty to be vague about his situation. After all...]

I don't think I will ever know. I was brought to Wonderland moments after seeing his face pressed against the window. He was... Frightful, yes. That's the word. Seeing him like that nearly frightened me to death....

[He shrugs.] Here in Wonderland, though, I haven't seen anyone like him in months. I doubt he would be able to come after me.

I see.

( there's something akin to relief in her voice. as much as sucre is happy with her friendship found in zacharie, finding more people who have been kind to her in wonderland has been, well, wonderful. dorian is one of those people whom she's quickly beginning to consider a friend, and she's fiercely protective of those she calls her own. even against threats that she has no way of getting to. )

Wonderland seems... different. Are there stalkers here? It doesn't seem like it. But if anyone does want to hurt you ( something seems to darken about her, then ) I'm a very good dancer.

( a fighter, she means. 'dancer' is more beautiful, a lovelier word - much better than calling herself a fighter, even when she faced off against the batter. )

I'm not sure if dancing would protect you in a fight, [He says like he didn't understand what Sucre meant...] but there is something admirable about a woman who can defend herself.

[There's also a sense of dread for the young man who came from a world in which women were meant to be fragile, delicate creatures. Still, the times were beginning to change, and in Wonderland there are very good reasons for a woman to be strong.]

Either way, I haven't had any trouble from other people here- Save for the drunken old scientist who seems to have a knack for causing mischief. He isn't stalking me, per se, but...

( she shrugs it off - she knows what it means, and even if dorian pretends to know otherwise, it's easily understood. the threat behind it was too conspicuous to be hidden behind other words, especially as she begins to consider dorian a friend - perhaps the first she has made here in wonderland, or one of.

it's strange, how a new world brings new friends that she would have never found at home. she thought it would be too jarring, too different, to try and fit in. )

He doesn't sound very fun at all. Is he trouble? Or is he just annoying?

[sigh Where does he start?]

Most of the time, he's simply annoying, but he recently attempted to burn the mansion down in a fit of irrationality. Make of that what you will.

How terrifying.

( as bad as the batter, she could say — though he had thought he was being rational in his killings. perhaps this other is only almost like him (though that doesn't make it much better, she thinks. how many people live in the mansion? how many would have been inside). )

What a terrible ducky. What if he tries again?

Well...

[He doesn't like this man, he really doesn't, but he does admit Rick isn't totally worthless. His intellect did help him get out of a locked room in a labyrinth once.]

Like I said, he drinks heavily, and I have reason to suspect he had been sleep deprived. Thankfully, we have plenty of people living in Wonderland who can keep him from doing anything too disastrous.

( her eyebrows scrunch up unhappily. while sucre knows that wonderland isn't a lovely place, has its dangers and dangerous people both, that there's one living in such close quarters is worrying. she wonders if the man knows zacharie, if he's tried anything... )

As long as you're sure...

( perhaps it would be prudent to find this man, meet him for herself. ensure that he isn't too dangerous. )

This is a very terrifying world we're in. Stay safe! Hide in a basement if you have to. They are usually good hiding places.

I'd prefer an attic....

[What is he saying? He shakes his head and clears his throat.]

I mean, why hide in a basement when there is also beauty in the world? I've made more friends than enemies here.

[It's a half truth, but she should probably accept it.]

Well well Dorian! It sounds like you have a fan! Though are you sure it's from someone here?

... No, actually. I just thought that might be a possibility.

[Dorian looks at the letter again.]

I mean, it's not like people from outside Wonderland can send us letters, right?

No, they can't, but we did recently get something from our stockings!

[He leans away from the camera for a moment and returns to view with a bottle labeled MTT-Brand Mettaton Soda, grinning widely.]

For example, I got this! Apparently I make this in the future? I don't remember it at ALL, but I adore it!

Hm... So it might have been from a stocking.

[Which would mean someone was writing love notes to him in the future. That's not unexpected, really. Mettaton's gift is more interesting at the moment.]

What does it taste like? Have you tried it? [Assuming that this robot can taste things.]

It probably was. Perhaps this is a Wonderland tradition?

[He laughs, shaking a bottle around.]

Of course I have tried it! It tastes just like me! Exactly as advertised on the label.

[...how do you know how you taste- you know what never mind.]

Who knows...?

[Actually, Dorian's going to consider how the heck Mettaton could have tasted himself. More importantly...]

I'm afraid I haven't tasted you before... Can you describe this taste?

[Mettaton probably tastes like metal and oil, but it's better to ask the man himself.]

It's a mixture of metal, magic, oil and something that is just oh so mysteriously me~!

[It's more motor oil.]

Drinking it is like drinking liquid happiness itself, a fresh breath of spring right into your mouth!

[And screaming. Don't forget the potential screaming!]

[Oh... Uh. That's not exactly fit for human consumption. Dorian will try not to look too disgusted.]

I'm sure it would be popular among your lovely audience.

[Assuming monsters can drink motor oil and magic.]

[Aw come on Dorian! Can't knock it until you try it! ;)]

Oh absolutely! My adoring fans probably drink this by the gallon! If you ever want to try it, you're welcome to! These bottles are exclusive, but I can make an exception for a friend like you.

[Look at him! The epitome of graciousness!]

Other than that dear, I hope this past Christmas was fun for you in some aspect! It would be a shame if the holidays were only doom and gloom!

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