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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

[everyonecanbecruel]

[ for a moment, the heartless facade breaks, and Papyrus just looks sad. Memories flood him. Ages, it's felt like, gone by living in the shadows of the shadows, when it's only been a few months. Waiting for change as if it were a carrot being dangled in front of his face.

His real always got the carrot. The mirror would just watch. Watch and wonder if his turn would come, when this horrible, plaguing feeling of mistrust and loneliness would be washed clean, and he'd get a chance to have...fun? To laugh at bad jokes?

And here's Sans, the object of his turmoil. Telling him how to address his problems. Telling him that his mirror brother deserved mercy.

The pen lifts off the mirror and Papyrus looks at the tip-- bent unnaturally, black ink dribbling down the side. Taken back to the mirror, it writes, though the texture of his words is somewhat frothy and light. ]

you could not understand. you do not have to

there is a wall between us. you dont understand

be afraid of me, sans.

lie to me as you always have

and leave me.

[ the marker drops, and before it can hit the ground, Papyrus is up again, bone firmly in his hand. It crashes wildly against the mirror without warning-- destroying the method of communication between the two skeletons.

he stands straight up, staring at the broken wall, eye sockets following the explosion of glass littered across the floor. The bone dematerializes, and Papyrus...hugs himself.

Alone. But he's used to this. Being alone is the safest option. Crunching noises animate his steps as he thoughtlessly makes his way across the sea of broken glass, back to his room. ]

[punful]

[Sans starts writing as soon as the third sentence is finished. There's something still there. He saw it. He saw it just now. The look on Papyrus's face, that sadness, that regret. Papyrus is still in there somewhere.]

i don't want to be afraid of you

i cant be afraid of you

you're a papyrus

your'e still m

[Papyrus stands, moves. The bone comes forward, swings forward, and it's coming straight for Sans's face.]

[He dodges. Jumps backward with a soft yelp of surprise. The bone strikes the mirror and there's the sound of glass shattering, even though the mirror on this side stays intact. The image of Papyrus splinters into a thousand pieces and then vanishes. It's an odd look. The intact surface of the mirror, but with thousands of cracks running just beneath the surface. From the other side.]

[He dodged. He moved on instinct. He saw an attack coming at him and dodged. He dodged his own brother.]

[Sans crumples against the far wall.]