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[MIRRORSIDE] trying to start something new

Who: Mirror!Crowley (Gadreel) & MIRRORS!!
Where: MIRROR SIDE
When: 17th March
Rating: PG-13 at the moment
Summary: The mirror side has never had a clinic. After the Queen of Hearts declaration of war, Gadreel decides that he can't wait any longer to do something about it (replies to come from

neversauntered).
The Story:

i. early morning

[A large room off the entrance hall had been just the right place to begin.

Gadreel knows that he's taking a risk. He knows that most of the Mirrors can't be trusted, and that many of them will object to what he's doing. He knows, too, that a lot of them are going to try to stop him. What he knows more than anything is that the Queen of Hearts will try to stop him... but he's hoping that she's too occupied with her own fury to pay any attention to him now.

Still, he runs excuses through his head. Over and over, he thinks through ways that he can justify this. Ways he can try to make it seem like a good idea.

The angel starts by cleaning. The room is spacious, but unused, and has been claimed by layers of dust and spiders being fed by God knows what, weaving their webs in high corners and behind furniture. It takes hours to clear it out, especially if he has to do it alone, and to push what meagre furniture the room has up against one wall until he can decide what to do with it. He's going to need cabinets, and... beds. This place is going to need beds.]

ii. evening

[When the room smells faintly of citrus rather than simply musty, Gadreel sits on a lone chair and winces as it creaks underneath him. He looks around, chewing his lip, and presses his hands together under his chin.]

This could get you into so much trouble, Gadreel. [He says softly, closing his eyes.] I hope you know what you're doing.

[There is enough room for just over half a dozen beds, by his reckoning, and a desk, a few cabinets... shelves, too. He draws his lower lip in under his teeth and bites it again. After all this time spent trying to fly under the radar, this could be the thing that finally gets him branded as a traitor. It could be, but... it has to be worth it. It has to be.

A little later, he has squirreled a small number of medical supplies into the so far mostly empty room, as well as a table to sort them on. Every time he hears footsteps near the door, he flinches and freezes, staring towards the noise with wide green eyes until it either fades away... or someone walks in.]

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A clinic? [He looks astonished, then smiles brightly.] What a crazy coincidence! I w-was just thinking that I would try to set up a clinic as well! What with the, uh, war to come and all that! How fortunate that we had the s-same idea!

[He steps into the room proper.]

I don't believe we've formally met before! M-My name is Rick.

[He expected many things, but he did not expect any other Mirrors to have the same idea as him. His immediate reaction is one of wariness - Mirrors, as a rule, can't be trusted to be honest - but everything he reads from this man is sincere.

Could it be that he actually found some help without even looking for it?

The angel crosses the room, not too quickly, and offers his hand with a small and slightly uncertain smile.]

Gadreel. Glad to meet you, Rick.

[Rick, for his part, is pretty uncertain about all of this as well. He's an optimist at heart, but this seems too good to be true. He's a little wary as the man crosses the room to him, but when he offers his hand, Rick shakes it firmly.]

Glad to meet you too, Gadreel! I h-hope I pronounced that right! May I ask, what sort of medical experience do you have?

[It's only then that Gadreel realises just how long it's been since he actually touched another person on this side. The last one hand been Zirah, and that had always been more of a necessity than a wish of his own. He clasps his free hand warmly over both of theirs as they shake hands.]

Oh, you did.

[Could be worse. He could have a name like 'Beralenensis'.]

And, well... I'm an angel. I can heal people by touching them.

[Rick hasn't had a friend on this side in so long. Not since Stan got...re-made. This feels like the start of something.]

[His eyes widen.] An angel! Well gosh, that makes things a lot easier. I'm j-just a scientist, but all Ricks are multi-disciplinary. The Real Rick has been a medic by n-necessity before, and I've got plenty of his memories.

[Gadreel smiles, and there's something very much like humility in his face as he squeezes Rick's hand again, just once, before he lets go.]

They're your memories, as much as his. We can't let ourselves feel devalued by the nature of our creation. [His own Real is a demon, but not a terrible one. It's a conundrum.]

I'd more than welcome your help in this, but you have to understand the risks involved. I don't know what the Queen is going to think.

Yeah, you've g-got a very good point there. I try to remember that, but it's...well, a little hard sometimes.

[He looks nervous for a moment before smoothing it over with his usual good cheer.]

Oh...yes, I know. I knew that when I decided to do this. I just hope she understands that I am better suited to this sort of thing th-than fighting! I would rather help people.

I've... been trying to think of how best to put it to her, should she notice.

[Eventually, she would. Surely she would. Even without the war, the Mirrors find ways by which to damage one another all the time.]

Something along the lines of a conservation of power. If we can keep others from dying, it saves the trouble of having to remake them. [Gadreel sighs, pushing a hand through his messy hair.] I'm not sure how well that will go over...

Yes! [He kind of wrings his hands a little bit, because he's clearly been worrying about the same thing.] Yes, that's what I was th-thinking too. She shouldn't have to bother herself with treating injured Mirrors, after all. There is no reason we can't t-take some of the slack from her...I should think.

Either way, she should be happy not having to r-remake too many Mirrors, as well. She, ah, doesn't seem to like it much.

[The more they speak, the more Gadreel begins to feel a creeping sense of relief that he may have, after all this time, found an ally in this dismal place. From the moment of his creation he had been alone, save for those brief months of Zirah's relentless obsession, and now he can't help but feel a little hope that something good might be found here.]

I don't know if she'll agree with our way of seeing things, but we must try-- Rick. [He reaches out to grasp the man's hand and smiles reassuringly, in the way that perhaps only an angel might be able to smile.]

We'll be alright. Others will join us. They'll see the right of it.

[He had a friend once, but...well. Things happen on this side of the glass.]

[He smiles warmly and grasps Gadreel's hand in return.]

I believe you're right, Gadreel! It's better to hope for the b-best after all, isn't it?

[They're doing the right thing.]

I think it's all we can do. [Gadreel replies with a small smile that tries not to be weak for all the nervousness behind it.]

So, ah. Do you want to help me in here now? I'm going to need all the willing hands I can get.

Oh, of course! [He claps his hands together.] I'm h-happy to help! What should I do?

[The angel looks around, pressing his lips together for a moment.]

I still need to work out how best to lay out the room. Ah, and clean the floor.

[He perks up even more.]

Ah, I can do the floors! Or rather, I have s-some drones that can easily do the floors.

[He pulls out some kind of phone-like device and taps a few buttons. A few seconds later, several little drones that look like Roombas roll into the room and start cleaning.]

These ones won't e-even get stuck in corners.

[Gadreel, much like the Real Aziraphale, has little working knowledge of modern technology. However, unlike the Real Crowley, he isnt't going to be a dick about it.]

I don't really understand what you're talking about, but that sounds wonderful. Do you want to bring them down here now?

Oh...they're already here, see?

[He points at the little Roomba guys vacuuming the floor or sweeping junk into piles. Rick laughs a little.]

I'm sorry! I should have been m-more clear.

Oh!

[Truthfully, he'd barely seen them at all, but once he does - and after observing them a few moments - he smiles brightly.

And a bright smile on an angel is no small thing.]

How wonderful! You're so clever, Rick.

[What a gorgeous smile. There's something downright numinous about it. Rick can't help but grin as well.]

Aha, well, that's very nice of you to say! I'm just glad to help!

[The angel claps his hands together, looking much less worried for the first time since Rick walked in.]

Marvellous. Absolutely marvellous. Here, come and look at the plans I've been drawing up--

[He gestures to a table across the room, where some papers are laid out.]

I'm no interior designer, I'm afraid, but perhaps you'll have some ideas?

[The Roombas keep whirring around the floor, cleaning up while Rick goes to look over the plans.]

Well, I d-don't know much about layout or...building planning? But I can certainly build some medical machines. Synthesize some medicine as well! Though, it's best n-not to go overboard. For the time being, we should focus on the a-absolute necessities, and we can think about expanding if--ah--in the future!

So...cots, pillows and blankets, bandages, ointments, painkillers...IV drips and stands...maybe a-an EKG machine...

[In the future. It's a pleasant thing, to think of the future and the possibility that this could be something that really works. That it's something they could do without the Queen's interference.

He isn't sure how much of that is wishful thinking, but for now, they must think positively!]

An EKG machine? [The acronym comes out awkwardly as something unfamiliar.] What would we use one of those for?

[In the future, yes, and if the Queen doesn't put a stop to this immediately. If she even lets this whole plan go anywhere.]

Oh, it's a sort of machine th-that monitors heart patterns and vitals. It lets you tell right away i-if a patient's heart is stopping, or if there's some kind of arrhythmia. V-Very useful!

Amazing! You humans are so ingenious.

[He clasps his hands together in quite evident glee. With machines like that, they could deal with so much all at once.

Gadreel might be an angel, but he can't manage to do everything on his own.]

Come, come, let's sit down. You and I have a great deal to talk about.

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