'Tis rather inconvenient like this. +

[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

[parasitize]

[With a glowing red scar across his face and a matching glow in his eyes, Garrett Hawke's Mirror doesn't stand a chance at successfully passing as his counterpart. Which means he'd needed to plan and plan and plan and plan and plan for the first time the Queen allows them to cross over.

And it's all been ruined.

So much like a child, albeit a child with magic powers, he might be throwing a tantrum as he stalks the halls looking for someone. Granted, said tantrum involves destroying every single mirror in his path, but hey. There's another shattering sound as he destroys the next mirror, blood running down his arm because this one he decided to punch when he hears footsteps. The sound is met with a snarl as he turns to face whoever it is.]

How can you just act like -- Like everything is fine.

[latersbaby]

[ in fact, raymond is strung out. hawke will find ray's usually-immaculate and crisp white shirt rumpled, unbuttoned, and flecked with blood. his hair has fallen from its usual slicked-back perfection, parting to droop over his forehead. ]

You're dripping.

[ no he sure does not answer the question, instead choosing to invade hawke's boundaries as best he can while remaining 20 feet from him. raymond points at the blood running down hawke's arm, stone-faced but ready to crumble. he needs to get back to his room, and this child is in his way. ]

[parasitize]

[Any other time and Hawke might enjoy the sight, debauchery calls to debauchery after all. But anger is such an easy emotion to sink into and in lieu of yet another ordinary mirror to break, Raymond will do.]

Am I? [He glances where Raymond points, letting out a huff.] So I am.

[Keeping eye contact with the other man, he brings his wounded hand to his lips and licks one blood trail off his skin. His eyes glow brighter, the lyrium in his blood easing a constant craving.]

I hope I'm not keeping you from something important.