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entrancelogs2016-06-04 10:20 pm
radiopalkiller) wrote in entrancelogs2016-06-04 10:20 pm
[open] Wonderland Needs Beeees!
Who: One Philip, many bees, and YOU!
Where: The Grounds
When: Saturday, June 4th
Rating: Bee-G 13
Summary: It's not that Philip is oblivious to the event. It's just that Mirrors can go screw themselves, and if they're about to cross over, then he's going to be prepared.
The Story:
The Vendors
He doesn't need to see them. He doesn't care to see them. There is only one person on the other side that matters, and She was nowhere in sight so far. He knows how these things go, though, and he's willing to bet that the bastards are going to find a reason to slither over here, soon enough. Sure, not like his gun hasn't served him well enough when he needed it, but...
Philip sets one of his bronze statues down on the stall forcefully. The artefacts made for pretty good currency last time, and he hopes that the masked vendors appreciate the collector's value of a larger set.
"I need a new weapon," he says.
The vendor stares at him, equally unspeaking. He takes the statue, and it disappears up his sleeve. In its place he slides a piece of paper across the counter. Philip arches his eyebrows. He knows the pen is supposed to be mightier than the sword, but-- Frowning, he reads the instructions in his hands. Twice, just to be sure his eyes aren't- they aren't though, they really aren't. This... is actually what he thinks it is.
Philip folds the paper silently, and lets it disappear in his pocket.
A broad grin spreads across his features. He tents his fingers.
Of course.
Of course.
The Orchards
Briefly he thought about lab rats, or some other animal to force into helping his cause, but his heart wasn't really in it, not in the idea, nor in spending more currency on the vendors to find the proper specimen. If this works, he'll need it for extra ammunition soon enough.
Briefly he thought about asking for volunteers, but that'll only net him questions. Questions he doesn't feel like answering, before he's made sure that this project is really worth it. Well. Briefly he also thought about plainly waiting for an opportunity to use it in action, but- no, the trial run is important here.
So he sets up a dummy. Different than the ones he uses for shooting, insofar as that it's softer, that there's white linen wrapped around it, and that you should be able to see every hit- every sting more clearly.
Philip steps back a respectable distance. He looks from the jar in his hands to the dummy at his front. Nods decisively to himself. Then he pulls back his arm, lets go forcefully, and--
"Back, Jesus Christ, back, back, get back!"
--Gapes in mild terror at the person suddenly emerging from the trees, and the large jar of angry bees he's inevitably just hurled in their direction.
[[ OOC: Will match format! See here for info on how Philip is a.) mute and b.) communicates by transmitting his voice into people's heads ]]
Where: The Grounds
When: Saturday, June 4th
Rating: Bee-G 13
Summary: It's not that Philip is oblivious to the event. It's just that Mirrors can go screw themselves, and if they're about to cross over, then he's going to be prepared.
The Story:
The Vendors
He doesn't need to see them. He doesn't care to see them. There is only one person on the other side that matters, and She was nowhere in sight so far. He knows how these things go, though, and he's willing to bet that the bastards are going to find a reason to slither over here, soon enough. Sure, not like his gun hasn't served him well enough when he needed it, but...
Philip sets one of his bronze statues down on the stall forcefully. The artefacts made for pretty good currency last time, and he hopes that the masked vendors appreciate the collector's value of a larger set.
"I need a new weapon," he says.
The vendor stares at him, equally unspeaking. He takes the statue, and it disappears up his sleeve. In its place he slides a piece of paper across the counter. Philip arches his eyebrows. He knows the pen is supposed to be mightier than the sword, but-- Frowning, he reads the instructions in his hands. Twice, just to be sure his eyes aren't- they aren't though, they really aren't. This... is actually what he thinks it is.
Philip folds the paper silently, and lets it disappear in his pocket.
A broad grin spreads across his features. He tents his fingers.
Of course.
Of course.
The Orchards
Briefly he thought about lab rats, or some other animal to force into helping his cause, but his heart wasn't really in it, not in the idea, nor in spending more currency on the vendors to find the proper specimen. If this works, he'll need it for extra ammunition soon enough.
Briefly he thought about asking for volunteers, but that'll only net him questions. Questions he doesn't feel like answering, before he's made sure that this project is really worth it. Well. Briefly he also thought about plainly waiting for an opportunity to use it in action, but- no, the trial run is important here.
So he sets up a dummy. Different than the ones he uses for shooting, insofar as that it's softer, that there's white linen wrapped around it, and that you should be able to see every hit- every sting more clearly.
Philip steps back a respectable distance. He looks from the jar in his hands to the dummy at his front. Nods decisively to himself. Then he pulls back his arm, lets go forcefully, and--
"Back, Jesus Christ, back, back, get back!"
--Gapes in mild terror at the person suddenly emerging from the trees, and the large jar of angry bees he's inevitably just hurled in their direction.
[[ OOC: Will match format! See here for info on how Philip is a.) mute and b.) communicates by transmitting his voice into people's heads ]]
orchards }
She slowly makes her way closer, picking the jar out of thin air, before turning back to the man who presumably threw it. "Interesting choice. Though it does seem like it would be difficult to wield repeatedly."
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Whew.
"It would, wouldn't it? I haven't found the reload button on it yet, and the instructions didn't mention anything about politely telling them to get back into the jar when they're done."
First impression is that the woman's willing to be more harmless than the jar he just threw, but for all he knows she's just waiting to smash it in his face, or snap her fingers and turn him into a bee himself. Well. No risk, no refund on his jars. Philip approaches her, appropriately sheepish smile in place, although he holds back on asking for the bee bomb back just yet.
"--Sorry about that. I figured most people would be inside, enjoying the show, I should've picked a better place to run tests."
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"I would like to know more, but knowing more seems to be hard to find."
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Especially her own. Christ, what good ever came of that? Of any of them, really. Nothing, except for moving target practice. (Note to self: If you ever meet her Mirror, don't use the bees.) All right, all right, he still gets the curiosity. The novelty wears off (the disgust less so, so far), but he would've wanted to know, too.
"...Sounds like yours is either very good at hiding, or very bad at following orders."
The latter, that would be good. One less of those critters around, what's not to like? Philip takes a step forward to take the jar. Still whole, and good for another throw later.
"Cheers."
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"Either could likely be true. I've never been all that good at doing as I'm told, and if mirrors are an amplification of our worse qualities, stubbornness is probably one of them."
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Arguably the worst of Philip wears his face too, but that is a completely different story. Now he just cringes, and turns the jar in his hands. He's going to need a shower, just for that thought.
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"If they're created from us, wouldn't it stand to reason that there's part of us in there somewhere?"