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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

[hardpower]

[ elena may no longer be the pathetic little girl that lost her parents, but she remembers what that was like. her expression twists into something helpless and scared.

in the end, it's not hard. she's thinking of her own bonnie as she looks to this one with urgency. come out, come out, wherever you are ... ]

Bonnie, please help me. She'll hurt me.

[goeth]

The Red Queen?

[ in order to do she has to know. how would she get to the mirror side? ]

[hardpower]

[ confusion sets into her expression, and it's followed shortly by regret. and accusation? this elena isn't quite as easy to read, but the emotions aren't entirely a ruse, not that she'd ever admit it. she pulls them out of her when she needs to, like a surgeon with a scalpel knowing just where to wound. refusing to heal.

where were you? is what she thinks. ]

No. Not the Red Queen. 'She' is ... you.

[ haven't you been paying attention? ]

[goeth]

[ the crease in bonnie's brow deepens not with worry, but abject shock. it's her? she hasn't done anything other than try to learn about magic and find a way home. how could she--

oh.

oh god. ]

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

[ she'd been leaving the wonderland research to elena. because it was her jurisdiction? because bonnie was better left to the magic fixes, right? had she even looked for a way to use the spells to send them home in a week? a month?

the guilt and panic clouds her mind; the shrugged duty consumes her. ]

What can I do?

[hardpower]

You can get me out of here. Bonnie, you don't know what it's like. I'm all alone.

[ her fists start to pound against the mirror in urgency, the motions interspersed with pleas of get me out and don't let her hurt me that range from frantic to beseeching. she almost sounds like a child, small and angry, utterly confused by a world that's forsaken her. elena's face is obscured by her dark hair.

and then the pummeling stops. elena's head lifts, hands pushing her hair out of the way.

she starts to giggle. it's almost too easy. she'd forgotten how heady it makes her—this boundless loyalty of bonnie's. this devotion. ]

You should've seen the look on your face.

[goeth]

[ bonnie jumps back in surprise and then forward again as elena pounds and pleads for help. her breath hitches to a near-hyperventilation, hands pushing against the mirror as if somehow she might force her magic through.

her vision goes blurry: tears or panic, eyes roving over the mirror. and then it all stops, and the rug comes out from beneath her. bonnie's skin tingles. she sobs out a quiet no before scrambling away.

it takes her minutes-- maybe hours to wipe away the tears. she's not sure her heart will ever stop pounding. finally, her shaky hand reaches for the marker and presses against the glass: ]

Why?

[hardpower]

[ elena, for her part, remains in place.

unmoved.

her eyes search the mirror with detached curiosity, and when she takes a step back, she shrugs a slender shoulder. ]

Because I can. Besides, it was about time we met. Your mirror's already contacted my other self. Didn't she tell you? [ she clucks her tongue. it's not surprising. when bonnie found out she was a witch, the first thing she did was run and tell elena. but elena? elena always withholds. ]

[goeth]

[ bonnie face twists in an amalgam of emotions: confusion, denial, shock. hurt. she remembers that this elena can't see her, and is grateful for the moment of fake privacy -- because if this mirror is anything like elena, she already knows what that's doing to bonnie.

despite wanting to see the good in elena, she knows her best friend's weaknesses. but beyond those implications is a confirmation bonnie had been waiting for. ]

So I do have a mirror?

[hardpower]

Of course you do. Most everyone does. Did you think you were too pure and sacrificial for one?

[ there's darkness in you bonnie, as there is surely darkness in elena. a need for power and control.

deep down, you likely know that. and if you don't, mirror!elena is here to teach. ]

[goeth]

[ that comment makes bonnie's skin crawl, for some reason. sacrificial? pure? bonnie's righteous, maybe, but she's done plenty that would disqualify her as either of those. ]

That's not what I said.
I just haven't seen her at all.

[hardpower]

She doesn't like to be seen. I'd say not to take it personally, but it's probably personal.

[ she says it like eh, what can you do. can you feel their closeness, bon? ]

[goeth]

What, like she-- [ bonnie erases that and starts again ]
What do you mean?

[hardpower]

You don't understand.

[ surprisingly, it isn't meant as a slight. elena's eyes roam the mirror, and not for the first time, she longs to be the one who can see. ]

But you will.

[ she sounds almost mournful about that. until she grins impishly, a secret hidden between her lips. and then, like smoke that dispels quickly, elena is gone. ]