entrancelogs | I play my part, and you play your game [OPEN]

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I play my part, and you play your game [OPEN]

Who: Mirror!Poland and OPEN
Where All around the real side of the mansion
When: July 18th
Rating: Rated R+ for M!Pol. I think we all know why. Specific warnings for sexual content, non-con, violence, bondage, dubcon, and M!Pol being a big enough bitch to make Nai cry on purpose. ~~Did I miss any?~~
Summary: On Her Majesty's orders, Mirror Poland crosses over to the real side in order to send Poland to the mirror side. And while he's here, he's got permission to enjoy himself...
the Story:

He'd waited for this day. Patiently, eager though he was to see his other suffer, he'd bided his time... Now, finally, Her Majesty had a task for him, and Mirror Poland didn't intend to disappoint her. She was his highest master, after all, more important even than Mirror Lithuania; he owed her nothing less than utter obedience. And in her graciousness, she had been kind to him--permission to play with her little toys on the other side! He could never have asked for better.

The sensation of crossing the mirror was new to him, and he was keenly aware of it, savoring it. After all the months of watching Poland's room, it was peculiar to actually be standing in it, but of course, that was an irrational thought. It wasn't unlike his and Mirror Lithuania's room. Not really, not so far as the eye could see... He glanced around, to be certain that Lithuania hadn't been awake to witness the switch; he lay in the bed, beside the still-warm pile of blankets that had been covering Poland. Perfect.

It was tempting to climb into that abandoned spot, to show Lithuania then and there what he was missing by choosing a flighty little prude like his other. But he had a plan, and he would stick to it--the rest of the mansion first, and then Lithuania, with false tears about how terribly the mirrors had treated him.

However much time the Queen wanted, Mirror Poland was sure he could find rewarding ways to fill it. Dressing in one of Poland's dresses, he slipped silently out of the room and began to prowl the mansion, poking his head into the common rooms and occasionally seeking out Poland's friends. There was no sense in wasting time now, of all times--he had a whole new mansion full of toys, and only a few days to play with them before Her Majesty called him back.

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Ryohei had heard the decree just like everyone else. Who hadn't, right? And it concerns him to the extreme. He only knows a couple of those who were called, so he's gone in search of them. Having known Poland the longest, he's first.

By that point, Mirror Poland had gotten into the swing of pretending to be his other. Even the speech patterns didn't throw him too much, grating though they were.

"Ohmigod, Ryohei! Did you like, hear what's been going down?"

He's a little surprised to find Poland still there but thinks it's probably a good sign.

"With the queen? Yeah, I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Yeah, totes... for now, anyway. I'm like, not sure where to go from here, though, right? 'Cause like, I can't stay out in the open, but I don't wanna be around Liet and get him in trouble..." The lies were getting easier and easier to come up with. He flattered himself that he sounded rather a lot like his other, which normally wouldn't be a good thing, but wasn't so terrible at the moment.

He frowns a bit at this conundrum. "What're you gonna do then?"

"I'm like, not really sure..." For a brief moment, he let a flash of vulnerability show on his face--Ryohei seemed the sort to care about things like that, especially from someone as feminine as Poland. But it was Poland he was impersonating, so it was quickly covered up with stubborn pride.

"I'll like, find somewhere to hide. Keep moving between rooms so she doesn't catch me. Whatever I have to, you know?"

Unfortunately for Ryohei, it is the kind of thing he cares about. After spending most of his life as an older brother, any sign of vulnerability immediately increases his concern for the person in question, especially if it's a friend.

"But there are mirrors in every room! She'll be able to find you too easily."

He blinked, as though he'd never thought of that. He had, of course, but he'd ignored it on the grounds that Poland's plans didn't have to be good plans. In his opinion, they seldom were.

"Well... I can... um... like, hide out on the grounds somewhere?"

"What about down in the tunnels?"

Ryohei's been down there a few times and he's never encountered a mirrored surface.

"I can show you where they are!"

Sounded nice and secluded. Mirror Poland smiled as brightly as he could, which was still probably not all that brightly compared to the real Poland's disgustingly sunny grins, but perhaps it'd be overlooked--Poland, after all, had had a rough day.

"Sure, totally!"

And Ryohei's not the most observant guy ever.

"Okay, it's this way!" He starts to lead Poland down to the entrance to the tunnels on the first floor. He's pretty quiet as they head down, looking out for any danger.

Yes, Mirror Poland had noticed that about him. Rather liked it, really. That trait made it wonderfully easy to manipulate people...

He followed Ryohei downstairs, making a show of looking out for danger as well. Should have brought a sword, perhaps, to help the illusion that he was running away from Her Majesty.... "So there are like, no mirrors down there?" It was a little bit... fun, to think that he might get to see places that the other mirrors couldn't.

Ryohei nods. "Nope. I haven't seen any, anyway, and I've been down there a few times."

He stops by an empty room to grab a couple of flashlights on their way down, instructing Poland to stay in the hall in case of mirrors. Then he takes him the rest of the way to the entrance of the tunnels.

"Do you want me to go in with you?"

Again, he let vulnerability show on his face. "Would that be cool? Like, just for a while? I... I kinda don't wanna be alone right now."

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Ryohei smiles at his friend and nods, ducking into the tunnels first. He clicks one flashlight on and then takes a few steps inside before handing the other back to Poland.

"Here. Be extremely careful where you step. It's a little uneven."

He nodded, switching the flashlight on with one hand and lifting his skirts just enough to avoid tripping with the other. "Right, I totally will be..."

He followed after Ryohei, glancing around occasionally to be sure they still appeared to be alone.

They are most definitely alone. Other than their footsteps and the faint sound of water dripping, there are no other noises and no signs of life.

Ryohei leads the way pretty confidently, although whether or not he actually knows where he's going is debatable.

"How far in do you want to go?"

The mirror had to actually bite the inside of his cheek to keep from making that question into something dirty. Keep in character, as long as he could... "I'm like, not sure," he replied. "It would suck to get stuck down here, so I guess I wanna be kinda close-ish to the way up? Here's good, I guess."

"Okay." Ryohei stops walking and looks around thoughtfully. The walls have opened outward a bit around them, so the space isn't as confined as where the tunnels started out.

"I should probably have brought some food for you and stuff."

"It's cool," he replied, smoothing his skirt out and looking around the widened corridor. "I can like, always go get some later and come back..."

He leaned back against the wall, carefully controlling his body language. Guiding the messages that it sent--Small, afraid, vulnerable, needing affection, needing protection, but wanting to seem strong...

"This really sucks," he mumbled, brushing a lock of blond hair back behind his ear. "How long do you think until this shit blows over?"

Ryohei turned his flashlight off, figuring Poland's was enough for the moment. He tucked his hands into the pouch of his sweatshirt and shrugged.

"I don't know to the extreme. This kind of thing's never happened since I got here."

"Yeah, me neither..." He sighed heavily, as though troubled.

Well, now that they had some guarantee of privacy, he thought it was time to step up the game a little. Sidling closer to Ryohei, he lay his head on his shoulder. Poland had been physically affectionate enough with him while he was drunk that it probably wouldn't seem too peculiar.

"Will you like, hang out here with me for a while?"

If Ryohei's bothered by the contact, there's absolutely no sign of it. And this being Ryohei, that means that he probably isn't bothered at all.

"Sure. It might be creepy to the extreme down here by yourself."

"Yeah. It's like, way scary being alone to begin with..."

Growing a little bolder, he slipped an arm around Ryohei's waist and nuzzled his neck.

Ryohei turns his head a little to look at Poland. "You're not alone, though. And you can take care of yourself to the extreme."

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