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'Tis rather inconvenient like this. +

Who: You! !oot ,uoy dnA
Where: Wonderland, both Real and Mirror side
When: June 3 to June 10
Rating: PG-13, will vary by thread, warnings for higher ratings appreciated
Summary: A catch-all log for Mirrors and Reals during the reverse espionage event. Anything from Mirrors leading their daily lives, over Reals reacting to the show, to Reals and Mirrors exchanging messages goes here. Just label your locations and sides accordingly!
The Story:

Your own medicine is worth twice the sweetness in the bush, that is what they say! Here is my plan, now make sure you listen well, or you get it wrong, and then I would need to pair you all up, for only two even wrongs set my head back on right, and we've no time for such things, no time at all, do we?

As mighty as the sharpest blade, as stout as the hardest shield, a spool of thread woven from hearts of gold. It must exist, and I must have it! She'll do worse to my head if I search, but you'll help, won't you? I will let you see, and you will be my eyes! All good things come tomorrow - then I'll let you see, and you'll be my eyes, and when it's all done you'll use your own mouths to tell my personal ears all you know, won't you?

All of Wonderland's mirrors are suddenly working in reverse. The Real side can see everything, and the Mirror side is left with nothing but their own reflections. Details of the event can be found here.

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Ok.

[ He knows what he's talking about and he was her way out of this. She was all too eager in her agreement to do this, forgetting that she needed to keep her wits about her. ]

Thank you f-for helping me with this.

[ Manners are important, after all. ]

Just in here.

[ ray moves to open a door for her, to one of the many rooms he's set up around this mansion. it's an office-type; clean lines and shiny surfaces with no clutter to speak of. there's a second door at the back, but he leads her to a low worktable and pulls out a rolled up case of tiny tools.

he pats the table and then offers his hand to her. ]

Hop on up?

[ She takes a moment to look around, nervously toying with the bracelet before her eyes flicker to where he gestured. As is in her nature, she hesitates before accepting - hesitant and skittish like a little bunny.

She takes the offered hand, her other one brushing gently over the dark gray skirt before jumping up onto the table. She quietly holds out her right wrist with the bracelet, eyes moving back down to study the tools before taking the opportunity to ask a question. ]

W-w-why can't I take the bracelet off b-by myself?

[ his eyes close again, breath stopping while he suppresses the image of a darcy unable to ask stupid questions. when his voice does finally come, it's quiet and light -- the way someone would ask a child a question they know is miles above their head. ]

Do you have a doctorate in quantum engineering?

[ There'd been a patience she'd gotten used to with Fitz, being able to ask questions and fill silence without feeling like an inconvenience. She didn't like the way he shifted - the tone his voice took.

She was starting to have serious doubts about agreeing to go with him. Her head dips, muscles tensing as she shifts a little. As soon as she could, she was going to run - make a break for the door and hope for the best.

Maybe. She just needs a moment or so to decide... Perhaps one day she'll trust her instincts like her real and won't hesitate before acting. ]

[ oh good now he can concentrate. ray works deftly, long fingers dwarfing the already small tools he wield to pick apart the casing and sort through the wires. his voice lifts back up a little and he points with a sharp plastic implement at the wire in question. ]

This yellow thread is usually the backup. If you disconnect it before disabling the main circuit board, there's a good chance you'll either burn or electrocute yourself. Or alert whoever put it in here to its removal.

[ She counted on others underestimating her, usually played it up as best she could. Something simple enough to do when faced with something she genuinely had no knowledge of -- mix that with her lack of self-assurance and? Presto.

But it all gets filed away, the science babble he seems so inclined to share. It was like Fitz. Sometimes talking like she wasn't even there, speaking aloud the thoughts floating freely through his mind. She knew if she ended back up with Fitz there'd be a new bracelet or something with the tracker - so she watches closely, every intention of performing monkey see, monkey do in the future.

She doesn't say anything, instead giving a small sound of understanding - adjusting her behavior to match what he seemed to respond best to: quiet. No questions, no chatter - just silence on her part. A continuation of playing dumb until the bracelet was off and she could leave. ]

[ her tactic works almost immediately. despite this darcy before him being only a shadow of the woman he watches every day, this behavior serves to quiet ray in the moment. he's appeased, but not stitched up enough to pretend to be content. ]

Hold this, please.

[ between ray's point and thumb, and still connected to the bracelet, is a small chip. darcy's freedom from fitz is only a few snips away. ]

[ She's fine with being a shadow. Actually prefers it at times. Her real tended to gravitate towards the center of attention, had a lot of friends and was well liked. That was too much for her, honestly. She's happy to be a mouse sitting and waiting for others to leave small crumbs.

Silently, she does as asked, taking hold. Waiting for the all clear... But patience wasn't something she was succeeding at right now considering the thing on her wrist felt like a ticking timebomb. Voice quiet, barely above a whisper, she makes a decision - regretting it almost immediately. ]

Are... are you close?

[ despite this being the skin of a copy, she's still warm. she's still got parts of the real thing in her make up. ray's no biologist but maybe had he been, he wouldn't want to--

the words come out breathier than he wants: ]

Oh yes.

[ ray's hand moves to darcy's wrist, wrapping around it slowly but with much more force than is necessary. everything speeds up, now. ]

I like seeing how other people's creations work.

[ his free hand jerks, and the bracelet drops off of darcy-- but she's the opposite of free. he moves again, pushing her wrist to the surface of the table before the bracelet even hits the floor. it clacks, finally, marking the moment the ray palmer persona slides off of the copy's skin. because that's all he is, too.

he reaches for her other hand. ]

[ She wasn't prepared for this. Wasn't ready for things to spiral out of control so quickly, not that she was necessarily the one in control... But for a moment the thought had crossed her mind. She'd had a plan, was ready to run. He was just a lot faster than her.

By the time her wrist connects with the table, she'd already known something was wrong. Helpful people didn't talk like that, didn't talk about creations as though they were actually other people.

She still tries to break free, tries to slide off the table to get away from him. Darcy manages to evade the reach for her other hand, attempting to dip under his arm and slip out of his grasp - try and grab a weapon of some sort. Everything seems to slow as she suddenly can't breathe through the panic. There has to be a wrench or something in here, right? That would be logical. So, she attempts to twist her captured wrist and dive in an effort to get away, praying she might have surprised him enough to at least break free. ]

[ he can't fight physics-- the way her movements push his own arm in the wrong direction doesn't even hurt but it forces his grip to release. he snarls with the loss of control, and spins to follow her.

his legs are longer than his arms and so ray's polished shoe kicks forward to land somewhere, anywhere, to knock her off her balance or to break bone if he can. ]

[ That small thrill of her ability to escape is short lived, crashing hard to the ground when his foot connects with her side when she'd stupidly turned to see how quickly he was following. The wind quickly rushes out of her, crumbling to the floor with a gasp of pain. It would definitely leave a large bruise on her left side, the pain too broad to pinpoint anything broken.

She manages a whimper as she practically claws at the floor to keep moving, even if something in the back of her mind has already accepted that her lucky break had already come and gone. Accepted that there was a solid chance she might not get out of this alive. Blood pounding in her ears, she can barely hear anything else - register what could be happening. She pushes herself to start to stand, although nothing about the movement is fast enough. She didn't have the training or wherewithal to push through the pain. ]

[ her hair is the easiest target, and the most demeaning. ray's fingers aren't kind when they twist into the dark mass at the back of her head and pull until she's to her feet. ]

Note to self, subject is slightly more functional than anticipated.

[ ray's voice is upbeat, a dramatic clash of joy against the reality of this moment. full of the rush of adrenaline, he doesn't consider that he should hold her away from himself. he's overconfident given the way this situation has played out so far. so he pulls her in by the hair as he moves back toward the table. ]

[ There's an immediate, almost visceral reaction to the hand in her hair. Fingers quickly wrap around his wrist, nails trying to dig in to get him to let her go. The pain from the initial take down still radiates through her, not helping with letting any form of rational thought work through her. She didn't have her real's ability to quickly assess a situation and make snap judgments. She hesitated, and right now? That could possibly cost her her life.

Darcy doesn't even recognize the opportunity he's left her until they're already too close to the table for her to make a big enough splash. But, she tries. She lets go of his wrist to swing at him, to grab at whatever she can to possibly jab him with and distract him enough to break the hold. ]

[ raymond cries out in pain-- not the exciting kind that comes from specific injury, but because he's suddenly blind in one eye and it's wrong. it's not something he planned, and not something he wants. she got lucky and that makes it unworthy.

he's not sure which slur he screams at her-- her femininity is disgusting to him, and it doesn't matter which word he chooses as his hand releases her in shock. he staggers backward, cupping the now-bleeding eye and floundering in his sudden loss of control. the rage fills him quickly, but the process makes him unable to act for a few previous seconds. ]

[ It's a small victory, one that genuinely catches her by surprise. She hadn't actually planned on hurting him, considering she probably couldn't even hurt a fly. His words don't sting, not in the way he was probably intending - considering what she'd dealt with in her two years of existence. Being manhandled and told she was worthless, reminded that she had no substance to offer anyone, it was just another day.

At least, that's what she tells herself - even as a tear escapes. She tries to run again, hoping this time she'll be able to make it out the door and away from him. ]

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