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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

[asphyxiaphilic]

[He watches her brazenly, accepting her performance as payment for services rendered. He's given her companionship. In return, she's given him a show. It's all quite fair.

And yet, he doesn't abuse the trust she's giving him. He simply settles down on the edge of the bed and pats the space beside him.]

Do you like it?

[taserless]

[ She was hitting the stage where everything was going numb, not wanting to feel anything - pain, emotions, the chill of the air against her skin. Perhaps one day she'd learn how to make it permanent, vulnerabilities too much to deal with in this place. Two years. Two years of being scared all the time of everything. Of listening to whatever people bothered to say around her like her life depended on it - waiting for the moment to be able to use that information to her advantage. Maybe gather enough to go to the Queen and ask for the change in herself.

The time was coming, but she wasn't there yet. And while Fitz may not be her endgame plan, he worked for that immediate need for security - no matter the cost. Or so she thinks.

She silently moves to the spot, settling down and letting her hair fall to form a curtain between them. She wants to say no, but where would that get her? Fingers rest in her lap, playing with an edge of the sheer black skirt. It's hard to try and look comfortable in it when she's anything but -- not having really ever been one for something more risqué than cotton panties. ] Yes, it's beautiful. Thank you.

[ Manners. Always. ]