[NYE Party] happy new year and lots of fun

[nascensibility]

Who: EVERYONE, but especially you!
Where: Wonderland Ballroom
When: New Year's Eve
Rating: PG - PG13 (will change if applicable)
Summary: New Year's Eve Party
The Story:

[ Previously in the month all residents received an invitation to a formal event: a black tie affair to ring in the New Year. The ballroom and adjacent areas are decked out for the party starting at eight o'clock sharp, meticulously planned and executed, glittering décor to match the no doubt glittering attire as music pours into the halls from the dance floor.

Bars flank each side, service for all manner of alcohol unless a minor requests something, and the primary setting stage features an enormous clock for the countdown. ]




[ Where will you be when the clock strikes midnight? ]

Comments

[mucked]

[ -- her composure goes stiff. she doesn't make an effort to hide her spark of interest when she stares. and stares openly. because this is actually the first report she's ever heard of her mirror. peg's seen neither hide nor hair of her, and no one else has mentioned her in her company.

she doesn't know what to expect. ]

You saw her. [ peggy sets aside her drink, now, and gives oliver her full and undivided attention. ] Did the two of you talk?

[luchnik]

[ he wouldn't expect any other response; who wouldn't be curious about their living opposite? it would be suspicious not to take an interest.

sadly, there isn't much he can offer her here. he shakes his head. ]

Didn't get around to it, I just saw her across the room.

[mucked]

[ god, she's got a million questions -- none of which are likely to find their answer in oliver queen. for once, she believes his words wholesale. there is a little nod, a moment where it looks as though she might curse in frustration, and then peggy settles on what might be the sole line on inquiry he could help her with: ]

'Upset' can mean all sorts of things. [ her chin lifts. ] Angry? Disappointed? Dissatisfied with the canapes?

[luchnik]

Sad.

[ it's an emotion he's extremely good at identifying, it's one he carries around all day long, relentlessly. he could identify it from across the room, the roof, and through most acts. ]

She was crying. Other people were with her.

[ he figured she'd prefer them, that they were more familiar. he found it odd, she didn't seem the sort to come to a party and cry in public, but he just filed it away for the moment.

there was too much to keep track of. ]

[mucked]

[ ...on the very few occasions she's fallen to tears in wonderland, none of them have been in public. certainly never so public that a stranger would see so from across the room. peggy's mouth falls into a tight and disappointed line. maybe it's wrong and uncharitable, but she feels rather unimpressed with her mirror. is she so milquetoast that she would crack and break down in a crowd?

but it's not a good idea to pit herself against a reflection. she knows that. she knows it from the other mirrors she's met. ]

Other people or other mirrors. [ it's not a question -- rather, an observation. she doesn't expect him to have known the difference. but now she has to wonder what damage might have been done by the woman who would look so similar to her but act so differently. ] God knows how many of each were in attendance that night.

[luchnik]

[ to be fair, he's a very observant stranger who chose to pay attention to one of the only faces he could attach a name to. ]

We really should come up with a secret handshake or something. [ the suggestion itself is in jest, but not the idea. it's dangerous. they need a way to differentiate. ]

[mucked]

-- It's not the worst idea I've heard.

[ peggy answers with a sigh. after all, it's not as though she hasn't already been quizzed on this kind of thing before. rip had tried to make his own inquiry casual the day he'd thought she might be her mirror instead. ]

A passcode, a question, an anything. Really.

[luchnik]

It'd have to be something they wouldn't think of.

[ so neither of them can come up with their own code, it'll be too easily broken, since they don't actually know what they have in common with their mirrors. ]

And we'd have to be sure we're not them when we come up with it - [ which is a whole other headache. after all, what's to guarantee he's not talking to her mirror right now? ] seems pretty circular.

[mucked]

There's the rub.

[ with the actual mirrors scattered across the mansion, it's hard to say where and when their doppelgangers might be looking through and eavesdropping. even secrets she might have considered safe between the two of them -- scant and few though they are -- can't be trusted. ]

Although it is worth considering that what happened this month is a bit of an outlier. Usually, our mirrors can't cross over without first flinging our real selves onto the other side. The two aren't meant to coexist in one world at once.

[luchnik]

[ that's new information, and it's as concerning as it is helpful.

it demonstrates how little he actually knows.

he has so many questions. he picks one to start with. ]

-- what happens when we coexist?

[mucked]

Nothing, apparently. [ after all! nothing had seemed to have happened while the mirrors crossed over this time-- ] Only that it appears to be against their Queen's wishes and rules.

[ a quirk of her mouth. ]

It's a new bit of mystery. Worth following up, I think.

[luchnik]

[ is it, or is it just a time waster to keep them busy with? they have no way of knowing so following it up - if there is even a way to do that - it is. ]

The flinging to another reality is worth a follow up explanation too, while we're at it -

[ he can ask 10,000 questions - but instead of hearing 9999 'we don't know's, he'd rather just hear what they do know. ]

[mucked]

I'm afraid I won't be much help. [ she cuts through the care of his interrogation and reveals the problem at its heart. ] I've never been to the other side.

[luchnik]

Do you know how it happens?

[ knowing what to watch for seems like pretty critical information, other than not lingering around mirrors he's got nothing, and he's not even sure if that'll help any.

it's magic. physical proximity can be irrelevant. ]

[mucked]

I believe the mechanism is tripped by the mirror him- or herself first crossing over. Once they take that action, we are left at their mercy.

[ it's not a pretty answer. none of them will be. and -- to that end: ]

If you want to talk more about the intricacies of Wonderland physics, Mister Queen, then perhaps we should consider a brief change of venue.

[ nothing dramatic. but perhaps a hallway or a tea room instead. there are so many bodies milling around -- and so many trumpet blasts in the music. ]

[luchnik]

[ manners dictate that he turn her down, that he offer to meet up some other day - not spoil her party. manners have no place in a survival situation and despite the festive atmosphere - there's no doubt in oliver's mind that that's exactly what they're dealing with, and honestly the talk of monsters was just overkill for that point. ]

After you, agent - [ he gestures for her to lead the way, because yes he wants to talk more about that and anything else she can tell him. it's critical information. ]

[mucked]

[ yes, she's got a ward (of sorts) who's drinking herself sick. and a dance partner, besides, who might miss her if she goes too long without claiming her spot on his card. and friends beyond that who might wonder why peggy carter is ducking out with such a stern expression on her face.

even so, the party is not spoiled. there are all sorts of parts of her that feel more at home with this kind of talk than all the rest. so she drains her whiskey and pushes the glass aside and glances over her shoulder to make certain he's following as she ducks into the hallway.

the closest tea room isn't far. ]

Did you witness anything else out of sorts at the last party?

[luchnik]

[ he leaves the rest of his wine, not actually having been interested in consuming it in the first place, and follows her closely. ]

Do you count things being oddly in sorts? [ because he sure as hell does. mirrors were out, the whole place was a giant cookie, people were under the influence and not in the party-usual way he's come to almost expect - but from giving into temptation to magical baked goods -

and despite it all, things were calm, things were civil, things were festive.

things should have been chaotic, dangerous. he came to the party expecting them to be, and he doesn't understand why they weren't. whatever the reason may be, he's sure it's not half as pleasant as its result, making the result eerie. ]

[mucked]

Ordinarily? Yes. Absolutely, yes.

[ she won't downplay that assumption. his gut is right, after all, to wonder how a whole mansion of (mostly) reasonable people could be confronted with circumstances so unnatural and bizarre and not fall into a panic. had she been equally as new as him, she probably would have assumed the same.

peggy pours herself a glass of (sobering) water once they're inside the tea room. it might be a good idea to mitigate some of the alcohol she's been drinking. ]

But for once things were remarkably calm. Non-violent. No one died. [ she looks oliver in his eyes. ] I believe most of us were simply relieved. Death is altogether too common, here.

[luchnik]

[ that's what he found eerily extraordinary - mirrors and people together, cookies that influence people's judgments - and everything's peaceful? it's not the lack of panic that throws him off (he knows how resilient and adaptable people, are, after all), it's the lack of that violence and death.

was it a desire for a peaceful holiday season, or were people under something's sway? is it still going on? ]

That accounts for us. [ but there were also them. if they're magically subservient and programmed to follow the queen's instructions - it's not like they require motivation by being given a vacation, do they? too many things don't add up in this mirror story. he hasn't yet scratched their surface, and it bothers him. ]

[mucked]

Yes. Well. The mirrors are made to be loyal to their queen, for the most part. If she didn't want them going for blood then I imagine the lion's share of them would show some restraint.

[ it doesn't count for everything of course. but then the mansion itself had managed to account for violence, hadn't it? turning it cartoonish and stage-y instead of fatal. a bizarre twist of fortune that no one had perished throughout the time they'd crossed over. ]

And I don't believe all of them are evil, exactly. Misaligned? Certainly. But I did once meet a mirror who was almost -- almost friendlier, I suppose, than the real on this side.

[luchnik]

[ and that's exactly it, isn't it. what did the queen hope to accomplish with this? he can't just believe that it was a party for the sake of a party. he doesn't know how this fits into the plan, and it worries him. ]

What are they? [ are they people? are they squishy robots? there's a big difference between the two.

squishy robots he can kill without a problem. ]

[mucked]

They're -- reflections. [ she answers with a note of apology. there's no better way to explain it, in the end.

peggy pulls out a chair and takes a seat for herself. maybe the heels are bothering her (unlikely) or maybe she no longer wants to bother with the pageantry of standing, pacing, crossing her arms. ]

They only exist because of us. They might be loyal to their queen, yes, but on some fundamental level they must be products of our presences here.

[luchnik]

Does that mean they disappear when we do?

[ he would imagine their well-being should be pretty high on their list of concerns if that's the case. ] What happens to us happens to them?

[ because that would be a good ace to have up his sleeve if his own reflection gets too unruly.

[mucked]

When we disappear for good? Yes -- as far as I can tell.

[ she's been giving too many of these disclaimers and caveats. she knows it, too, when she glances at him almost apologetically. peggy knows there are people here who can give him better information, but she's beginning to suspect mister queen has just about stomached the idea of thinking about trusting her.

and maybe her incomplete answers are the only things he can stomach right around now. peggy can empathize with that feeling, at least. ]

But that is probably where the reciprocity ends. You couldn't, for example, shoot yourself in the foot and expect your mirror to suffer the same. For a great many mirrors, they would happily see us shot.