entrancelogs | [open] Now, let's all agree to never be "creative" again.

Who: A very tired Dorian and YOU
Where: Various bars around Wonderland and the spiffy new lake
When: Immediately after the Mirror catastrophe
Rating: PG13 for trauma and booze?
Summary: Dorian would like to forget that last event please. Thank you.
The Story:

5/20: The immediate aftermath

[The first thing he does after returning to the real side is smash the mirror in his room.]

[God. If that is what the mirror world is like, he really doesn't want to be part of it. Especially after what his Mirror did. Being trapped in the room like that. Thank goodness someone got him out, but still...]

[No, he's not going to relax in his room. He's going to venture out to the closest pub and spend the evening at the bar. Maybe they have absinthe to get his mind off things.]

5/21: Lake!

[The arrival of a beautiful lake is a welcome treat. It doesn't really make up for the chaos from the past week, but he'll visit it anyway.]

[You might stumble upon him and his rabbit near the edge of the lake, just calmly taking in the view. Feel free to say hello. He loves company.]

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[Hey friend, want company? Fiddleford could use a drink too after everything this event turned out to be.]

[Yes, he would very much like company from a familiar friend here.]

Ah... I guess we got to go out for drinks after all.

[Dorian's not in the best of moods, but at least he's not grumpy.]

Looks like it. [...] Sorry for standin' you up that time.

... Oh?

[Funny, he barely remembers that conversation. Other than the drink offer. Wasn't there a sleeping event at the time?]

Ah, well. This is probably a better time. Less chance of us falling asleep in our drinks.

Yeah. Feels like it might be a while before I'll be able to sleep again, unlike that time.

[Maybe he should just remove the mirror from his room altogether, if that's the only way to keep them from crossing over and stealing things from his room?]

[Oh, dear. Dorian sighs and gingerly sips his absinthe.]

What did they do to you?

Stole some stuff, mostly. Not just my mirror, but another mirror broke in as well, from the looks of it.

[... Also murder happened to one of his friends but the less time spent thinking about that, the better.]

[Dorian dramatically groans in anguish.] Oh, dear...

You were lucky. The horrid bastard I seem to have for a mirror thought it would be funny to lock me in a cage in his room while he ran about on our side!

[That's on top of stealing his favorite book. Not that Dorian realizes it yet.]

Really? He sure sounds like a real snake in the grass to me...

[... Actually, come to think of it, Fiddleford should probably count his blessings that Dorian's mirror didn't pay him a visit, after how that last conversation went between them.]

[It's a good thing that mirror was more concerned with the traitors, huh?]

[Dorian sighs, turning to pay more attention to the drink.]

Don't remind me. I'd rather not speak about this incident ever again.

Agreed.

[Fiddleford is also going to give his drink some attention here for a moment. He considers suggesting erasing the incident from the other's mind, but... well, he'd have to look around and make sure no mirrors were in this room first...]

[Oh, please. Dorian would rather forget about this whole thing the old-fashioned way: Drowning his sorrows. He glances over at Fiddleford's drink and raises an eyebrow.]

That's... Scotch, isn't it?

... Yes, as matter of fact it is.

[It seemed like the best drink to have after everything that this past week has been.]

Hm. Somehow, that drink suits you.

[American scientists from the southern states drinking scotch whisky. How predictable.]

[Dorian has a better idea, though.]

Have you tried absinthe, though? It's a rather strong drink, but it's been said to be the aphrodisiac of the soul. Something to numb the mind after that awful, dreadful experience last week.

[Dorian's not sure if his companion here should try it with the scotch, but he's willing to share.]

Oh?

[Fiddleford seems to consider the same thing, as he glances as his glass of scotch before he then sighs, recalling the past week.]

Can't say it ain't worth tryin', if it'll really help.

[Let's do it, what could possibly go wrong?]

Alright then! Here, let me get one for you.

[He has whoever's tending the bar to get another glass of absinthe for his friend. The bartender nods, goes to the back for a bit, then comes out with a tray to place in front of the two.]

[Dorian already prepared his drink before McGucket came over, so he'll do the same for McGucket's drink: He takes the tiny spatula thing, balances the end on the glass, and begins putting sugar cubes on top of the spatula thing.]

How much sugar do you want on it?

Hmm... how about addin' the amount you usually have for yours?

[... Unless Dorian takes his with an absurd amount or something...]

Why not?

[Thankfully, Dorian only places one cube on the spatula thing. Then he takes the pitcher of cold water and slowly pours it over the cube, watching the sugar water down into the absinthe and cloud the liquid.]

Interestin'...

[He's never had a drink prepared in this sort of manner before, and as he watches the sugar melting into the absinthe, he can only wonder what the taste will be like as a result.]

Isn't it? The sugar helps tone down the natural bitterness.

[Dorian casually stirs the drink a bit before finally serving it to McGucket.]

Here you go. Cheers.

Cheers.

[Fiddleford has had bitter drinks before, but it's probably a good thing that the sugar was added otherwise this might have been too bitter for him. Still...]

Ya'll weren't kiddin' when ya said it was strong. [wow]

[No, the smug Victorian was not kidding.]

Do you like it?

It's different from what I'm used'ta, but...

[He takes another sip.]

I guess I can see why someone would drink it.

[Dorian chuckles as he brings his glass to his lips.]

You know, people have claimed to see strange visions after drinking absinthe, but as much as I would like it to be true for the sheer romanticism of it I haven't seen that effect for myself.

What do you think?

Really now? Are we sure that maybe they didn't have a few too many and that's why they started seein' things?

[Not that he should talk considering what levels of sobriety or lack there of he's capable of but at least he's pretty sure he hasn't gotten that drunk before.]

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