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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

[fatalistics]

Oh, it's not that. [She takes a cigarette from a silver case with a seashell embossed on the front, slipping it into a long holder and snapping her fingers, then lighting the cigarette on the flame that ignites at her fingertips.] I just wanted to be able to watch when the milksop on the other side saw me for the first time.

[infernalis]

Your Real? [ He scoffs at her choice of language, shaking his head, eyes training on her fiery fingertip. ] Nice trick. So, I guess, like the rest of us, you've got a problem being the redheaded stepchild in a family with someone with the same goddamn face?

[ The Queen of Hearts may "love" them the best, but there's no real denying that the Mirrors have a disadvantage to their Reals. Being fabrications, and all. ]

[fatalistics]

It's hard not to resent being seen as just a shadow of her. [And she's relieved she's not the only one, because she can't help but feel incredibly petty about it.]

[infernalis]

It's the same for all of us. [ He says, shrugging. ] I don't think there's anyone who likes their goody-two-shoes "Real."

[ Seriously, though. Is there anyone who does? ]

So? D'you do anything about it?

[fatalistics]

[She takes a long drag on her cigarette, watching the wisps of smoke curl around in the air.]

For now I've been holding back, watching her. I want to wait until she's settled in, see what kind of friends she makes. It would be fun to play with them to get to her.

[infernalis]

Oh, good. Another one. [ He isn't sarcastic, though, and smiles more easily, almost approvingly. Definitely approvingly. ] I don't think you're the only one who's gone that route. I fuck with Sam all the time.

[ And his insufferable friends and family, whenever possible. ]

It's pretty easy to do. You'll see that soon if you haven't tried it already.

[fatalistics]

[Elizabeth returns that easy smile over the top of her glass. It was gratifying to know she wasn't the only one here who sought pleasure from such an intimate form of suffering.]

If you've any good strategies, please share.

[infernalis]

Well... [ He leans in, quirking a brow, looking as if he's about to share a secret. ] Do you know the people she cares about? Do you know who she's close to? I'm sure you've watched her enough by now, so you probably do.

[ Then, he leans back, picking up his drink and considering it. ]

You've got to earn their trust. Maybe her's, too. They naturally think we're all evil in the stereotypical, mustache-twirling way, so that has to change before you can do real damage. Little jabs an insults are easy. You have to work toward the end game.

[fatalistics]

[She nods, impressed, raising her glass in his direction a little.] I like the way you think. She's closest to Stanford Pines and that bumbling mage, Jowan. I'll start there, nice and slow.

[infernalis]

[ Sam doesn't recognize either name and, frankly, doesn't care. It's the thought that counts, right? ]

I'm sorry we haven't spoken before. [ He says, leaning in just slightly, flashing her another smile. ] So many of the other Mirrors are... [ And he groans, rolling his eyes. ] Honestly? Infuriating. And simple.

[ Blah blah blah, the Queen and her orders... whatever. ]

[fatalistics]

Likewise. It's refreshing to meet someone with vision. [Besides, she reflects, it's not as though playing with little old Elizabeth is going against any orders of the Queen; it just doesn't do anything to help her either, and Liz is more than all right with that.]

[infernalis]

[ "Vision," huh? He likes that. It soothes his hungry ego. ]

Have you ever been over there? [ Sam asks, with a jerk of his head that she may catch to mean "on the Real side." ]

[fatalistics]

[Elizabeth shakes her head, a tight black curl falling over her shoulder as she does so.] I haven't found the right opportunity just yet.