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[OPEN] Now we can't tell them apart

Who: Mettaton, his mirror, and YOU!
Where: All around the mansion, and on various Real and Mirror sides
When: May 13th – 20th; a catchall for the event!
Rating: PG-13 to be safe though I will adjust accordingly
Summary: The mirrors have been given permission to cross and both Mettatons know what that means; it’s time to take advantage of the situation. Some responses to prompts on this log will be coming from Mettaton's mirror account

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The Story:

[Almost immediately upon hearing the Queen of Heart’s commands, Mettaton’s mirror goes to his real, writing urgently on the glass.]

Darling, get over here. I need to tell you something.

[It’s just as rapid of a response with Mettaton rising from where he was seated at his desk and rushing over. He stands at attention in front of the mirror.]

What is it? What’s happening?

[Mirrorton’s writing is hasty and a bit sloppy as he tries to get as much information out as possible. He knows his fellow mirrors can be very, very deadly to any Reals they come across, so this warning must be prompt lest something terrible happen.]

The Queen of Hearts has given all of us Mirrors permission to cross over to your side. Due to a recent incident with an experiment some of your scientists did, it allowed an opening for some rogue mirrors to cross illegally and cause some mayhem. The Queen is furious, unsurprisingly, and has tasked us all with apprehending the traitors. I will need to go over there to do her bidding or risk being unmade.

[Mettaton blinks as he reads everything in front of him and then nods slowly.]

All right. So we’re going to switch then?

Yes. And you will be trapped over here until I switch over again.

[The idea of being trapped on the mirrorside is an uncomfortable one at best, but… if it means his mirror self stays safe, then it’s the least he can do.]

It won’t be safe for either of us to be on one side for too long. You and I will need to switch throughout the time it takes to find those traitors. Also, it is for the best for you to pretend to be me while you’re here; that way less people try and accost you.

[With how suspicious everyone has been lately towards Mettaton’s relationship with his mirror, it’s an understandable precaution to take. His mirror writes back an affirmation and Mettaton turns to Mini, who had been quietly watching their father talk to the mirror.]

Mini, sweetling, you’re going to need to hide for the next few days. Don’t leave this room and don’t talk to anyone that isn’t me or your other father. Even if it’s Alphys. You’ll have no idea if it is really her or her double. Do you understand?

[The tiny bot beeps quietly. There is no protest from them as they wheel themselves off to where their pet bunny is. They can tell from the tone of Mettaton’s voice that this is not something to question.

Mettaton looks back to the mirror and nods. He steps forward, putting a hand on the mirror and waits. It occurs to him as he does that this moment will be the closest they will have been since September and Mettaton feels a small ache in his soul. They can’t touch. Not really. But maybe, for a moment, they can pretend.

Mirrorton, for his part, squares up to the mirror in tandem with his real, smiling as he sees him put his hand up. He raises his hand as well, allowing his fingers to push through first and interlace with Mettaton’s. It’s the smallest incident of contact, and it can’t last, but Mettaton’s grateful smile is worth seeing. Perhaps, for a second, he’ll be able to feel him like he did all those months ago.

The mirror steps through, limbs and head magically passing through the glass and if they both believe it, for the briefest of seconds, they both existed on the same side, able to feel each other in their entirety. Whether this truly happened or was a product of their hopes is irrelevant. Soon Mettaton blinks to a mirrored dull reality and Mirrorton finds himself standing on the other side, unable to see his real. Their hands, interestingly enough, still touch, though it is only Mirrorton’s fingers that cross through.

Mirrorton immediately looks away from the mirror and raises his other hand, searching for the dry erase marker he uses when he realizes… he doesn’t have to write now, does he? He grins for a moment and then speaks.]

I’ll let you know when I intend to cross back again. Now, my dear Mettaton, please remember: my fellow mirrors can be very, very dangerous. Do not leave my room under any circumstances. It’s not safe out there. I’ll be back as soon as I can.

[He doesn’t see his real’s response. He doesn’t hear his voice and it pains him; but if he could read the words sprawled across the glass, they would be a solace.]

Of course, darling. Stay safe yourself, all right?

[The mirror lingers for a moment longer, fighting down the urge to look back to his precious Mettaton. Then he pulls himself away and strides out the door.]

Mettaton – (throughout the week)

Mirrorside: [He’s been left to his own devices and he trusts his mirror to get his business done as fast as he can. So he waits in his room like a good, dutiful robot-

Oh who are we kidding? This boy lasts maybe an hour before he leaves his Mirror’s room. He’s intent on exploring and gathering information, for both his and his mirror’s sake, and he knows it is dangerous but this is for both of them. …And, perhaps, he’s a bit worried about other Reals stuck on this side with him.

Mettaton can be found throughout the mirrorside, though notably he will be hanging in the Library trying to read anything new that is on this side, lingering near a certain Tea Room even though he knows the Queen’s bedroom won’t be found there, shadowing the outer edges of the Fifth Floor and exploring the Mirrorside Gardens and being baffled by how the world doesn’t extend farther than that.

Feel free to stop him in hallways as he walks around or any of the places mentioned! He’ll certainly be curious about who is Real and who isn’t…]

Real side: [As for the times he is on the Real side, he can be found throughout the mansion, most notably near as many mirrors as possible. You might see him pacing up and down the 2nd Floor Hallway or in the Entrance Hall as he tries to not get caught up in all of the Real and Mirror shenanigans. You might also catch him in the Music Room as he tries to calm his nerves by playing some instruments.]

Mirrorton – (Throughout the week)

Real side: [This mirror is on a mission, and that mission is to try and find those traitors for the Queen. Who knows if he will succeed, but you can find him practically anywhere. If you are close CR with his real, however, there is a very, very good chance that he will approach you directly. Just to talk, of course! Nothing more than that! ~~No death threats here, no siree!~~

Outside of that, he can be found throughout many hallways on many floors as he investigates. He can also be found in the Performing Arts Theater as well as the Attic and the Basement, oddly enough. What is he doing there? Who can say!]

Mirror side: [It’s home sweet home for our robotic mirror and while he’s not the happiest he could be, it is at least familiar to be back here. While he’s here, he might as well try and corral any stray Reals on this side, so he can be found in the Entrance hall, the Dining room and various other locations where people who don’t have a place to go can end up.

And if he’s mistaken for his Real while here, all the better, isn’t it?]

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[Georgia isn't exactly happy to be here, but she also isn't as disappointed as she might be. Shaun caught on to the fact that the other Georgia wasn't her, so she's free to take advantage of this opportunity without worrying too much about him.

Which means when Mirrorton comes into the Entrance Hall, he'll see her very carefully sticking her hand behind a pillar. She pulls her hand back and glances around. When she catches a view of Mettaton, she nods politely, expression blank behind her sunglasses. It's probably the Mirror version who she had not gotten along with spectacularly well, but that's no reason not to be polite. If for no other reason than that it will probably annoy him.]

[Well well well! Look who it is. He's not entirely sure if she is the real or mirror, but either way her actions are suspicious and the Queen would not like anyone to be doing anything unsavory on her side of the glass. So he walks to her, eyeing her carefully.]

Now, what exactly are you doing?

[Lucky for him, he won't have to wonder for long. It hasn't even occurred to her that she could pretend to be her Mirror, but if it did she'd reject the idea. She's not a very good liar. She takes pride in that.

She straightens, hand trailing into grabbing distance of her gun, though she doesn't actually reach for it. She doesn't want to fight. She's just prepared in case other people do.]

Exploring. Seems like a fair enough way to spend my time since I'm trapped here.

[Well that answers his unspoken question immediately. His eyes narrow at both her now revealed identity, her suspicious actions with that pillar, and that movement towards her hip.]

Mm. I'd say your time would best be spent not doing anything odd and staying in one place, lest that annoying mouth of yours gets you killed.

[There is no concern to his words, no secret care laced through them; Just a bored stating of the facts.

He takes a step closer to the pillar.]

But I'm sure you wouldn't do anything so obvious as to put yourself into deep trouble on a side of Wonderland where if you die, you die permanently, yes?

[She doesn't back away or move at all. If her eyes widen slightly behind the sunglasses, no one will ever know.]

Are you allowed to kill us? I figure Wonderland needs us alive for some reason or it would never have taken us. What would happen to my Mirror if I died permanently? Would she die as well?

[She lifts a hand, picking a nail clean.]

Besides, I'm pretty sure the Queen would be pissed if you started a zombie outbreak right in her domain. But hey, you'd know better than me.

[Mirrorton grins a little at the question, the edges of it razor sharp.]

We're allowed to do anything to Reals on our side of the mirror. Especially if it means protecting the queen and her secrets.

[His grin bursts into a chuckle.]

Well, for one thing, I know for a fact that I am immune to that little sickness of yours. As for another, I know how to dispose of your body in a way that would stop it from spreading if it did happen. Though, I do wonder... if I obliterated you with my cannon, would there be enough bits left of you to infect anyone?

[He tilts his head to the side, eyes wide in faux innocence. He has no real intention of killing her at all, but giving her a little scare is certainly worth it.]

[She's not sure she believes that. If Mirrors were allowed to kill Reals permanently like that, there would be a whole lot more deaths, wouldn't there? Or has she vastly overestimated how bloodthirsty some Mirrors are?

And he's putting a whole lot of effort into scaring her. It's working, how can it not when a killer robot is talking about obliterating her, but either he's just a sadist who gets off on his victims being scared, or it's a power play more than an actual threat.

Her expression stays neutral, thanks to the sunglasses. She's scared, but she doesn't have to give him the satisfaction of letting him see.]

So you're on guard duty?

[If there's anything she's figured out about Mirrorton, it's that he likes the sound of his own voice. Get him talking, and maybe she can make it out of here in one piece.]

[She's got a good poker face, he'll give her that. But he knows she's scared. Or at least, he's so egotistical that he can't think of a reason why she wouldn't be because obviously Mettaton is perfect in everything he does, including intimidation.]

Essentially, yes. Our Queen, may she always reign gloriously, knows that sending her loyal soldiers over to take care of you worthless Reals and your disgusting lack of regard for her realm means that you vermin will end up here. So those of us on this side must keep her things and her world safe. It's an honorable duty to have.

[God is he talking out of his ass here. He really, deeply, dislikes working for the Queen and having to be loyal to anyone but himself. However he's an actor first and foremost and therefore putting on the character of loving subject, while grating, is completely doable.]

Now, I must ask, though it is only with the illusion of civility, I assure you: what, exactly, are you trying to do to the architecture here in the superior version of Wonderland?

[Well, he's certainly sycophantic as fuck. Either he's lying or he lacks any semblance of self respect. She sort of hopes it's the former, which is weird for her. She doesn't usually hope she's being lied to.

Instead of answering immediately, she looks up and around, more in a calculating way than anything else.]

Can the queen hear us? I assume if she were omniscient she wouldn't need you guys. But you're talking like she can hear us.

[Georgia looks up and around her and Mirrorton watches her actions carefully. What does that mean? She's a real, she's not native to this side, so she can't have any secret knowledge that he wouldn't have. Something is going on.]

It doesn't bode well to speak ill of your leader. Especially one as powerful as she. You reals could never understand that, living in the chaos you do over there, bereft of a guiding hand. Well. Not all of you, at least. Just most of you.

[One real has started to learn better and Mirrorton has been so gracious in helping him. Though of course the guiding hand in question is his own, not the Queen's.]

[She shakes her head, expression twisting into something not quite a smile.]

You forget, I wasn't always in Wonderland. I haven't always been bereft of a guiding hand. I spent the past few months before I came here in a lab where scientists controlled every aspect of my existence. What I wore, when I ate, which intrusive test was going to be run on me when, even down to when I was allowed to go to the bathroom. With handcuffs and guns pointed at me, of course. Couldn't have the terrifying journalist running around free. She might write something down.

[She tugs her sunglasses down, looking at him through clear brown eyes.]

Can't say I miss it. But hey, if you're into that sort of thing, I'm sure the Queen's great.

Wow. If it was possible for me to feel any sort of sympathy or empathy, I'm sure your little sob story would get something out of me. But, thankfully, I don't! I could not care a mite less about your tragic backstory.

[He's always been an anomaly; a Monster without any softness in his soul. Monsters are supposed made of goodness but well... with this one, who can say what the truth is?]

The Queen doesn't offer that kind of control. She's better than that.

[There's the slightest of twitches in his face as he says it, the only sign that he is remotely unsatisfied with his position in the world.]

But you know, that kind of story is really good fodder for a TV show! I think I'll use it for that. Write up a script, set up some scenes... It'd be thrilling! Care to share more so I can really get those details in?

[His grin is malicious and mocking as he says it.]

[She rolls her eyes, looking more amused than intimidated.] Please. Do you really think you'd be the first? People have been writing fanfic about me since before I could talk. Have fun.

[She's grown up on the internet and she died on the internet. There's no such thing as an original idea, and there's no such thing as an original way to hurt her. Better trolls than him have tried.

Anyway, she has more interesting things to focus on.]

What's better about the queen?

[Wow. She accepts that pretty quickly and Mirrorton, begrudgingly, feels the smallest stirring of respect for the real.]

I suppose that means you're fine with it then? Splendid! Viewers do so love realism in their entertainment. It gives them that shallow sense of meaning they look for so desperately.

[They love to think they know anything about the personalities that populate their television. It's cute how they think they could ever come close to understanding a true star.]

If the Queen followed us around and micromanaged us like that little hospital of yours did, she'd lose her head as quickly as the Duchess she beheaded. She can make and unmake us in an instant, sure, but many of us are dangerous and temperamental and wouldn't think twice about lashing out if things were like that. Besides, she has much more important things to do then tell us how to be. All she asks from us is our loyalty, and we give it. Some more willing than others.

[And some begrudgingly with the perfect act to mask their hatred of being controlled.]

[Fine with it might be an exaggeration. She knows instinctively that she'd never be able to watch it, that even thinking about it makes her stomach knot and her palms sweat. But she knows what happens when you make bits of yourself public. You open them up for other people to take, to use, to do with what they want. She hasn't asked Shaun if anyone's made dramatizations of her death. She doesn't need to. She knows they exist, unauthorized, possibly with the names and circumstances changed enough to slide past the part where there's no way in hell Shaun's sold the rights to her life.

But it's that or keep it a secret, and that was never an option. She'll put up with it, see it as a sign of success and a weird kind of free advertising. It's not like she has to watch it.

She skewers him with a look, choosing to focus on the part of the conversation she actually cares about.]

Not much of a guiding hand, then, is she? It doesn't matter, the key point of similarity is where you risk death if you say or do the wrong thing. You're replaceable. I know how it feels.

[Is she- is she trying to relate to him? Is she trying to make some kind of meaningful connection here? Oh, that's rich.]

Darling, I'm going to stop you right there. You? Are nothing like me. I and my perfection are on a completely different level than what you could ever hope to achieve. No one here is like me. No one. There's only one person in all of Wonderland who reaches my level and you, sweetheart, are not it.

[He's not holding back his smile as it grows wider and more vicious.]

I am perfection made metal and you? You're a sad slab of meat with delusions of changing the world with what you consider the "truth".

[So charming. Georgia's expression doesn't change, partly because she's really, really good at not letting her expression change and partly because, well, he's grandstanding. Once he starts talking about how perfect he is in every way, she kind of stops paying attention.]

I am not, nor will I ever be, your darling or your sweetheart. You know my name. Use it.

[He probably won't. He doesn't seem like he especially cares about her wishes. But she is going to call him on it on principle anyway.]

Who reaches your level, then?

Your name is useless to me. I will call you whatever I please.

[Hit that nail right on the head there, George.

Now that next question of hers... it's hard to ignore. The urge to brag about his real is almost more than he can ignore because it's talking about him, but that holds a risk to it, doesn't it?]

That question has an obvious answer, doesn't it? Me!

[He chuckles, because it's correct; His "real" is him and vice versa. Two halves of a whole. And thanks to his egotistical nature, there is a good chance that Georgia will think he is only talking about himself and not his Real at all. That should keep her off the scent.]

Wow. So badass. Calling me by names I don't want will really show me who's boss.

[Her tone is paper dry. She raises an eyebrow behind her sunglasses. The phrasing is... off. If he meant himself, wouldn't he have said no one reaches his level? And there's the smugness in his tone. His face might be metal, but it's as expressive as any human face, and George knows that face.

It's the face of someone who thinks they're pulling something over her.

She doesn't think he's outright lying. He's too self-satisfied for that. He's being clever. Which makes it all too clear who exactly it is that reaches his level.]

Interesting. Most Mirrors consider themselves superior to their Reals, but you actually admire him. More than other Mirrors, even.

[Mirrorton stills a little. Well.

Shit.

But he grins again and this time there is just the smallest bits of actual, genuine joy on his face.]

Mmmm, you presume much, but admiration for myself is just par the course for me! I'm sure you've realized that.

[He also has revealed too much, he realizes privately. As much as he's still curious about whatever George put up on that pillar, he needs to skeddaddle before he says anything more incriminating.]

Not everyone can be lucky enough to see their brand encapsulated so perfectly in another body, but being Mettaton means you get the greater exceptions of life.

[He steps away from her, his eyes narrowing.]

But, I'd say, you've taken up a bit too much of my time, hm?

[She shrugs, tilting her head. Her expression is as neutral as ever. She's got him. And she has more questions, but she's also well aware of her position here. She is not in power. Her words allow her some leverage, and they can certainly hurt when she wields them right, but they'll never be enough to kill on their own, and in situations like this, well, she kind of wishes she had access to Shaun's arsenal.]

I'd say that's up to you. You're the one with the freedom to leave.

[She's stuck on this side til her Mirror decides she's had enough.]

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Feel free to drop this, I just really wanted to respond one more time!

NEVER though I mean I feel like we're just about done