entrancelogs | 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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"Really... I don't believe we've met, regardless." Remembering that he was in a skirt, he swept into a graceful curtsy. "It's a pleasure, Aang. I'm Poland. When did you arrive here?"

"Two or three days ago." He shrugs. "It hasn't been very long. I did learn about screens and cameras and closets, though."

"Well, you certainly seem to be settling in well."

So happy, even so soon after being torn from his home. It reminded him of Poland. It bothered him. Perhaps fear would look better on him... "Have you got a room yet?"

"It's easier knowing that my friends aren't missing me." A nod. "Though, I can't feel the spirits here. And the ocean is empty; that's weird."

He grins. "My room's on the top floor! I just sort of woke up in it. It keeps changing, but I think I've got it down."

"It changes to suit you. I imagine it will settle down once you like it enough."

That was another reason he was avoiding Poland's room. It was so garish. "There are many peculiar things here, I suppose. But at least there are plenty of new... friends."

Playthings. Whatever.

"Oh, does it?" He actually looks excited at the prospect. "I'll have to do that, then! I didn't know it changed for me, I thought it was just changing. Some of the hallways do that, too. I thought it was just this house."

Rocking back on the heels of his feet for a moment, he shrugs. "I guess there are more friends here... I just wish I knew why I was kidnapped. I don't remember it happening. Maybe I just walked into it. I've done that before, just wandered somewhere in my sleep."

The mirror was growing bored with this conversation, but was keeping it up for the sake of finding some kind of opening.

"The halls do it on their own, but the rooms adapt to their inhabitants. As for coming here, it's different for different people. Some people wander in, some wake up here. Some die. It varies."

Wait. "Some- die?" He looks worried. "Really die? What happens?"

"They die, and they wake up here. Death really isn't a matter of terrible consequence here."

"Oh." The Avatar frowns. "So, this world is kind of an in-between. Huh." He looks away, distracted at the thought.

"For some. My ot--" Oh, that wasn't what he wanted to say. "...My partner and I were perfectly alive when we arrived."

"That's good!" He smiles back up at m!Poland, but his gaze meets the others' and he's suddenly struck by something. It crosses his face, in a look of concern, but it disappears and he smiles weakly. "I'm glad. I, uh... I've got to go meet someone, but I'd love to talk to you again!" Always nice, even when he's freaking quietly.

That wouldn't do at all. Who knew when he would get the chance to play with the people on this side again? He smiled like a fox in the chicken coop, moving to block the nearest convenient exit.

"I'm sure they can wait," he said, voice carefully controlled. "We're only just getting to know each other, aren't we?"

Edited 2010-07-19 20:13 (UTC)

Oh. Well. That was weird. He frowns up at m!Poland. "Uh.. Yeah, I guess we are," he replies uneasily, looking past him, and the grip on his glider staff tightens juuuuust a little. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to seem..." Not sure what to say, he shrugs. "Like I was trying to ignore you."

He took a step closer, smirking a little bit wider. "It did seem that way, though. One would almost think I'm making you uncomfortable... there's nothing wrong, is there?"

"O-oh, no. No!" Aang puts his hands up defensively, a very uneasy smile on his lips. "I just thought I should be getting on, that's all. I ... wouldn't want to keep you!" Some uneasy laughter.

"You're lying to me." Another step, and an empty smile. "You're not very good at it."

His face shuts down, and he bows stiffly. "If you'll excuse me," he murmurs quietly, and quickly Aang starts to walk back the way he'd came. There was something just not right about Poland, and it was better if he didn't start a fight.

"What? You're going to lie to my face and then not apologize? Dreadful little thing, aren't you? Not so innocent as you look."

He calls back without looking back. "I'm really sorry, I just - it's just - I'm just really busy!"

He'd have to find this boy's mirror when he went back. Odds were, he'd be much more entertaining.

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

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