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[vitaelamorte]

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.

Comments

[dodged_and_burned]

"We could make a brat pack. I'm ready for my fifteen minutes." But she huffs, rolls her eyes. "And Caravan is also a gigantic bundle of nerves." Oh wait. She didn't say that bundle of nerves thing in this timeline, did she?

Who cares.

She sits on the floor, cross-legged. "You'd think that the koo-koos on that side would be normal here."

[astigmatism]

Also a bundle of nerves, huh? Yeah, wow, she's sure being careful about the things she has and hasn't said. But see, that just makes it easier for Alex to keep track of who's who and who's what. He's not the one who's antilinear here, so it doesn't really matter. He gets to take it easy. Lucky little him.

"Nah, that'd be too simple. Besides, Her Majesty likes 'em a bit weird." He makes a circular, equivocal hand gesture near his temple "'We're all mad here' and so on and so forth."

Which is funny, because he's probably a good deal saner than his Real. Well, probably. Definite emphasis on "probably" there.

[dodged_and_burned]

She leans against the mirror, using it as a backrest. Her expression shifts to a very serious one. A blank one, like she doesn't even have a face.

"So are you weird."

"Are you like."

"Memetic weird."

Still with a bland look, she raises her arms and makes exaggerated zombie motions with them.

Yeah, she doesn't really know what it's supposed to look like beyond the blank face thing.

[astigmatism]

Alex's nose wrinkles. Ugh. Don't remind him of the pretentious bullshit his Real spews on a regular basis.

"I guess? I mean, by definition, maybe." He's not Real, so he gets the benefit of knowing that he doesn't have a lot to worry about, honestly. The biggest problem on his list is the Queen, seeing as she's the only one with the power to unmake him properly. "But you don't see me hiding in my room and shitting myself."

Or, yeah, the Real Alex is just that weird.

[dodged_and_burned]

Max saw that conversation too- that kinda weird admission over, what was it, porkchops? That's the nice thing about time travel. You can know all kinds of things without ever having seen them- in this timeline, anyway.

Honestly it's getting hard to track. She doesn't even remember when or how she saw that conversation. Maybe she knows about it from somewhere else. Phone calls she spied on. Stealing the Real Max's phone (left carelessly right next to the mirror in her room, always within arm's reach) and putting it back. Actually, using her rewinds to make it so it was never even stolen.

Or. Was that in this timeline?

Time travel is fun.

Her eyes widen. "...I wouldn't want to see that. Does he do that? Gross."

[astigmatism]

"Metaphorically." He darts her a withering glance. Really, now. His Real might be a sack of unrepentant, pseudointellectual garbage, but he doesn't stoop that low.

"He's got more important things to worry about, honestly. Way more immediate threats than something that can't even reach all the way here."

But still, it makes the Real Alex an absolute delight to mess with. It doesn't take much. Just a few crossed-out circles on the mirror every now and then, and Alex flips his shit. It's beautiful.

[dodged_and_burned]

"Because he's so good at making friends." She holds up a finger and drags it across her throat, rolling her eyes. "I don't get it. He's pretty funny. And all the danger just makes things more adventurous."

She smooshes her cheeks with her palms, forcing her lips into a little circle so her voice comes out muffled. "But you don't like him?"

[astigmatism]

Hah, yeah, that's worth a laugh. Alex utters a little bark of laughter at that comment. He's a mess, is what he is. A repulsive, hateful mess. It's kind of amazing how much of screw-up he really is.

"Does anyone here like their mirror?" he remarks dryly. "He's a whiny, self-absorbed asshole. No wonder he hasn't got any friends."

[dodged_and_burned]

She exhales through her pursed lips, then lowers her hands. "I don't like Max. But I don't hate her. She's just kind of... meh."

"Most people are kind of meh. The whole mehnsion." She smiles and puts her fingers to her head, mimicking a gun to her temple. She pretends to fire it.

"But I bet there's a couple who like their reals."

[astigmatism]

Eh, she's got a point. It's hard to muster a lot of proper emotion about people you don't particularly care for. Even he doesn't really hate his Real - he just finds him tremendously dispensable and not worth knowing. Hate takes a lot of work. He prefers to devote his energy to more useful maneuvers.

"I mean, sure. Theoretically. But that's not what we're made for, right?"

[dodged_and_burned]

"Uh-huh. What're you made for?" She stands up and dusts herself off. "Cuz I'm just for whatever she wants, and fun in between."

Although the truth is, since she was made, the Queen hasn't asked for anything. Max has to find her own form of entertainment. That usually means trolling with time travel. But that can get old too, and she's hoping the Queen gets pissed enough at the Duchess to let all the mirrors cross over.

Then she can try trolling real people.

[astigmatism]

"Crossing over when Her Majesty desires, of course."

The rote answer. A bit tired and played-out, but it's never nice to whisper anything dissenting when you don't always know who's listening. He doesn't even cast the mirror a glance. He doesn't care if any Reals are watching, spectating, observing. Let them watch. If they see anything they shouldn't, Max might just end up winding things back anyhow.

He grins at the ceiling lazily. "And in my spare time...? Who knows. I'm flexible."

1/6 God this is gonna be confusing

[dodged_and_burned]

Her expression settles into her default blank smile.

"Psh. Not as flexible as me."

One hand reaches inside her her bag, near her hip. She brings the other hand up and spreads her fingers. "I'll prove it!"

Breaths come more slowly. The sound of soft wind fills her ears, but it grows louder and louder, until it's a roaring storm.

A voice claims they're flexible, but for some reason they pronounce it backwards.
She hears a bad pun.
The sound of air being blown through pursed lips.
There's some sort of bark, almost like-

2/6 But I've one my best

[dodged_and_burned]

-like Alex's laughter.

Right as it happens, Max pulls out from inside the bag her Polaroid camera. The pop of a flash sounds in the room, and a photo slides out of the camera.

Alex' laughing expression freezes for a moment. A red haze creeps in at the edges of her vision. Time sprints backwards again.

A ghostly finger trails across someone's throat, the afterimage of a previous timeline.
The word ".yllacirohpateM" hangs in the air-

3/6 I'm so sorry

[dodged_and_burned]

-just long enough for her to take a picture of Alex's withering glance.

Blood drips from her nose. Before he can react, time folds yet again.

His nose wrinkles.
".driew citemeM" someone says, as though it's a statement and not a question.
His hand makes a circular gesture around his temple, the well-known symbol for madness-

4/6 This is time-abuse to the Max

[dodged_and_burned]

-which she snaps a picture of. The flash fills the library, blinding but quick.

A sharp pain stabs into her head. More blood drips from her nose. But she's not done. And she doesn't care. Again, before he can react, time doubles in on itself and stumbles.

The sound of wind is on a furious rampage now.

Strange names whisper through the deafening sound. "navaraC" and "?noelemahC" and "?drazirahC"
"sook-ook" someone says.
Alex waves in the direction of the mirror-