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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

LOAD 2.2

[dustiest]

And they reach for their SAVE file. And it's all back to how it was.

"SAVEs are independent from the rest of everything," they say, remarking to the empty air rather than to anyone in particular. "Nonlinear, maybe. I don't know. You'd have to ask Sans for the science of it."

Or Flowey, if he were here. Ha-ha. Just kidding. That flower's useless.

[dodged_and_burned]

She's wide eyed as she catches sight of them again.

Gurgle. Gurgle.

"...Did you just LOAD forwards in time."

Or did they skip sideways along timelines? Max moved- she moved! After her rewind, she was standing right there, right in front of Frisk, before the SAVE. But whey they loaded, forwards (what the flying fuck) she had moved. It doesn't make sense. None of it makes sense anymore. They've gone completely nonlinear.

"That's fucking insane."

She bursts out laughing. Drops her bottle and it chips against the floor. She has to clutch her stomach, because she's laughing so much that it hurts. There are tears in her eyes as she sinks to her knees in useless bundle of giggling. Several times she tries to speak but she can't get the words out.

[dustiest]

"I guess I did." Frisk sounds terribly unconcerned at that, though there's still a curious spark of...energy? Excitement? It's novel. It's new. They've practically forgotten that the day is horrible and the Reals are watching. But, hah, who aside from their own Reals could possibly discern what has just happened?

Determination. It's a heck of a force of nature.

Their head cocks to one side. "Interesting."

They almost want to experiment further. Curiosity, unrestrained and wild - it's such a curious feeling. Such a new feeling. They've only ever forged ahead, not looking back.

"I guess we learned something new."

[dodged_and_burned]

At some point Max has to lie down. She covers her face with her hands until she stops shaking with laughter, lying on the floor like a drunkard.

She sits up and wipes tears from her eyes, looking at Frisk. Oh come on kid, she knows you liked it too. How could anyone not like that? They've literally done something neither of them could do on their own!

There's a little bit of bitterness though- that she'll never be able to go forwards because it's Frisk's SAVEs that are they key. And that she can't erase their SAVEs by rewinding over them. But all of that pales in comparison to the magnitude of what they just accomplished.

It's too good. It's so scary that it's fun.

She drags in a shaky breath, trying to suppress further laughter. "Uh-huh. That's not how I expected that to go."

[dustiest]

"I'm not sure what you were expecting," Frisk remarks, but their tone isn't quite as dully unimpressed as they'd like. If they play their cards right, this could be a potential, hah, dare they say it? Game-changer.

The Chara on this side of the glass is a useless, pitiful thing, with barely enough backbone to fill a thimble. The Chara on the other side is an abominable, disgusting smear on the face of this world. And the Real Frisk? Don't get them started on that self-pitying sack of trash. The Real Max is no better.

There could be certain advantages to - not necessarily trust, because Frisk doesn't do trust, not as a general rule - a relative allyship of sorts. Certain benefits. Certain...unique occurrences.

"I think there might be something to this," says Frisk, allowing, just this once, for the faint thrill of curiosity to enter their tone.

[dodged_and_burned]

"Pfft." Her expression settles into a mild smile.

It sounds like Frisk is leading up to something. Further experimentation? Bullying people on this of the mirror? Hardly any time at all has passed, but they've been going at this for a while, and Max has gotten what she wants out of it. It'd be a shame to start following Frisk's orders now.

"So?"

[dustiest]

"So..."

They turn the word over thoughtfully, stretching it out a few syllables past its completion.

"It's just terribly interesting, is all." They consider the option of partnership. They dismiss it. They contemplate an offer for future allyship.

They...do not immediately dismiss it.

"I think it might have potential."

[dodged_and_burned]

"It is! It does!" She stands and wipes imaginary dust from her jeans. Her bland smile grows slightly, her eyes widen more.

"Whenever there's timey-wimey fun around, I'll be there." That's as much an offer as it is a warning. She'll be around- and if they ever get to cross to the other side of the mirrors, she'd like to see what sort of havoc she and Frisk can get up to.

Whether or not Frisk wants her involved. And regardless of how they want her to behave.

"No consequences, right?" She finally grins. Surely Frisk will get what she means. They've felt the power of time travel, too.

[dustiest]

"Sure," Frisk drawls, somewhat lazily - not lazily enough to disguise their interest. "Why not?"

They're not even Real. They're beyond consequences in every way.

And if it trips up the Real things, well. That'd just be icing on a very delicious cake.

1/2

[dodged_and_burned]

Her head is so clear- like she never even rewound once. She feels she could do a full timeline-jumping-marathon, even after their little game with the guns.

Just for kicks, she holds up a hand. She doesn't need to, but old habits die hard.

Her vision goes all light, like an overexposed image, like its film negative was dodged a little too much.
Girlish giggling echoes through the room.
The sound of glass chipping, as her soda bottle spins on the floor and flies upwards-