entrancelogs | [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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( Clementine generally makes a point of not talking to other Mirrors, because most of them, they seem pretty fucked up and dangerous, but they're all about to go into a war apparently. So things are changing. She's armed to the teeth like always. She never goes anywhere without her weapons, and she has her hand on the grip of a handgun as she turns around the doorway, noticing the way the room smells different even. )

...what are you doing?

I'm cleaning.

[He replies cheerfully enough, in the middle of wiping the thick film of dust from the top of a cabinet, balanced carefully on the back of a chair in such a way that his weight should tip it over, but does not. Gadreel looks at her and then steps down, first by one foot back on the seat of the chair, then the other.

She's armed, but she's only young, and he feels no immediate prickle of danger.]

... You don't need that in here. I won't hurt you.

( Clementine does not leave her gun behind. She does not trust what he says, but she does step inside further. She eyes him carefully, uncertain of why he would be cleaning up this room at all. People don't really focus in cleaning. )

I never go anywhere without it. But I'm not planning on using it on you unless you try some shit.

People don't usually clean stuff around here. For the... war or whatever?

( That has changed things. Most mirrors are preparing in other ways. )

[In a clear indication that he isn't going to try any shit, he clasps his hands behind his back and smiles politely.]

Right.

[He looks around the room quickly, trying to place things in his mind.]

I want to start a clinic in here. I have a feeling we're going to need one.

[MIRRORSIDE] trying to start something new

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