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entrancelogs2017-06-07 06:42 pm
fancylad) wrote in entrancelogs2017-06-07 06:42 pm
i will lead you through this wonderland
Who: Angus McDonald and YOU or YOUR MIRROR
Where: Hallways, either through mirrors or in person
When: 6/7
Rating: PG probably, will warn if it goes higher
Summary: Angus can't overlook his curiosity anymore.
The Story:
It all started with a simple message on his bedroom mirror, available upon waking up bright and early, almost as if it were perfectly timed with Angus' schedule.
I know something you don't know.
Angus, fighting off the grogginess of an early morning, had rushed over to his mirror to write his response with a dry erase marker instantly gathered from the closet. A simple "Who is this?"
And the response came back, cryptic and irritating.
I know that one too. What else do I know that you don't?
Further attempts to communicate were completely ignored. Angus could just imagine whoever it was on the other side laughing at his ignorance, only because he's so used to being laughed at that he has a sixth sense for when it's going to happen. He bit his cheek and now, now he's brought his investigation outside. If that Mirror won't talk to him anymore, then he'll just have to get another opinion. Maybe not on this particular mystery, but on some more general ones. He did still want a Mirror's perspective on their own motives and surroundings. He's interviewed a few people that have been there from this side, but only listening to half the witnesses' testimony would be a fatal mistake.
So he brings with him his dry erase marker, a thick navy blue Expo, and a rag to erase with. On several of the mirrors on the third floor, he poses questions such as,
What are the biggest differences between this side and that one?
Describe your typical day.
Why are Mirrors made?
If someone happens to pass by on his own side, he quickly erases whatever question he may be writing and hides his marker behind his back. It's better if no one knows he's trying to contact the other side, but... Angus also happens to be pretty terrible at lying.
[Will match prose or brackets!]
Where: Hallways, either through mirrors or in person
When: 6/7
Rating: PG probably, will warn if it goes higher
Summary: Angus can't overlook his curiosity anymore.
The Story:
It all started with a simple message on his bedroom mirror, available upon waking up bright and early, almost as if it were perfectly timed with Angus' schedule.
Angus, fighting off the grogginess of an early morning, had rushed over to his mirror to write his response with a dry erase marker instantly gathered from the closet. A simple "Who is this?"
And the response came back, cryptic and irritating.
Further attempts to communicate were completely ignored. Angus could just imagine whoever it was on the other side laughing at his ignorance, only because he's so used to being laughed at that he has a sixth sense for when it's going to happen. He bit his cheek and now, now he's brought his investigation outside. If that Mirror won't talk to him anymore, then he'll just have to get another opinion. Maybe not on this particular mystery, but on some more general ones. He did still want a Mirror's perspective on their own motives and surroundings. He's interviewed a few people that have been there from this side, but only listening to half the witnesses' testimony would be a fatal mistake.
So he brings with him his dry erase marker, a thick navy blue Expo, and a rag to erase with. On several of the mirrors on the third floor, he poses questions such as,
What are the biggest differences between this side and that one?
Describe your typical day.
Why are Mirrors made?
If someone happens to pass by on his own side, he quickly erases whatever question he may be writing and hides his marker behind his back. It's better if no one knows he's trying to contact the other side, but... Angus also happens to be pretty terrible at lying.
[Will match prose or brackets!]