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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.

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Raleigh Becket | Mirror Side | OTA

[lefthemisphere]

[Mirror Raleigh is six foot one and 180lbs of hard muscle. He wears jeans with more holes in them than denim and a confederate flag handkerchief in the back pocket. His tight wife beater does nothing to hide all his tattoos....most of them unoriginal and outrageously expensive that scrawl up his left arm and shoulder before they spill over his side and chest and ribs. It's not fury so much that fuels him, but more reckless, adrenaline driven compulsion. He'd be something of a frat boy if he'd ever gone to college but he doesn't need book learning to get by. That's what President Trump had said when he was campaigning for his second term, anyway. And Raleigh does love himself some President Trump.

He's nice, really. Social enough and he's always down for a beer with someone to shoot the shit. So long as you share his views on the world.

He watches his Real and leaves messages on occasion but Real Raleigh (he hates that, like he ain't real what bullshit) isn't keen..or maybe stable enough to really interact with. Still, he tries. When he can be bothered to harass his liberal, mentally unstable joke of an excuse for a Serviceman doppleganger on the other side. And he likes to think that if 'Real Him' is watching him now.. well Mirror Raleigh is gonna show him how it's done right. With a smoke in the corner of his mouth and a spring in his step. Hell, he might even get lucky. God knows his Real can't talk to women without pussing out at least ten times.

You can find him all over the Mirror World, but at the moment he's got a camping chair and a cooler of Bud and he's parked in front of a great big mirror in the great hall watching the Other World go by.]

[interspatial]

[ she should just pass by but-- raleigh had told her about this and jane's nothing if not curious. and a bit of a troll. ]

You know smoking's terrible for your health.

[lefthemisphere]

[Aha! A live one. Thank fuck, somebody to play with. He's so bored and watching you monkeys is all he's got for fun. He waits until they're finished writing before breaking into a wide, closed smile. He takes a sip of his beer (complete with coozie) and an extra long drag of his cigarette. Raleigh holds up a finger-- hold on-- before blowing a series of smoke rings.]

[interspatial]

[ wow so mature ]

Is it that difficult to keep yourself busy while the cable's out?

[lefthemisphere]

[S h r u g. Lame, you were supposed to be impressed, that's really hard to do okay. It requires incredibly lung and mouth control. but e's good with his mouth if you ever fancy finding out, Jane. Not that he knows it's you over there. Not that he's even aware of Mirror you. Though, you know. Probably. Somewhere. He's probably seen her. He likes a pretty girl to look at when she walks by.]

There's not much else to do. [He uses his voice like a weapon. Low and purring. his Real lacks the self esteem to speak like this to people but then again his Real is a sad sack of shit. So.

He shifts in his chair a little, nice and close to the mirror. He could reach through if he wanted. Just a little. Just the tip.]

Now tell me, who do I have over there?

[interspatial]

[ it's possible the mirror version of jane has already found out about that mouth, even. at least she'd appreciate his smoke tricks-- maybe even pass him a bong if he stops by. ]

This is Dr. Jane Foster.

[ the physicist here is too occupied with formulas and figures to bother trying to find her own mirror. the mirror's the same, though only because she's too busy killing her brain cells to care about much of anything at all. ]

[lefthemisphere]

[He smiles. Oh, yeah he might know a Jane. How fucking stoned she is and just hoe good her weed is. He might know a thing or two about that girl, yes. Maybe a thing or two more if she's in the mood, lord knows he always is.]

Well howdy, Jane Foster. Did you come looking for me or are you just curious?

[littledhampir]

[If Real!Raleigh hadn’t wanted Rose to seek out his alternate self, he probably shouldn’t have said that her Mirror couldn’t be any worse than his. At first glance? She really can’t really see what the big deal is. He was rougher around the edges and she could do without the smoking and the drinking but he seemed harmless enough.

Yeah, he’d also yet to open his mouth.]

Anyone would think you're enjoying this

[lefthemisphere]

[It should be noted by 'watching the world go by' he actually means staring at himself slowly getting more and more drunk and waiting for someone to come and play with him. He's got a dry erase marker ready and everything. Just for fun. Because he's so damn cool, honestly, why wouldn't you. He isn't dangerous by intention the way some...probably at least half the others are. He isn't a murderer. He isn't a rapist. He isn't a demon bent on destroying the world. He'd probably sleep with someone even if they were too drunk and that's Not Okay but that's about the extent of his evilness.

Well. Okay he might tie a bottle rocket to a raccoon or something. But that isn't an opportunity at the moment so never mind it.

His Real, though.. he's dangerous.

As it happens, though, Mirror Raleigh's got another live one and he smiles, stubbing out whats left of his cigarette in an empty beer can and leaning forward to the mirror with a smile.]

You caught me. Now who's that over there?

[Low, purring almost. He uses his voice like a weapon in a way his Real never really thinks to.]

[littledhampir]

[It's a shame he's missing the look of surprise on her face. Or more the grin she struggles to keep from her lips as his voice goes through her, sending a shiver down her spine.

That's about as unfair as the Real Raleigh's swagger.

She at least considers a lie but curiosity gets the better of her.]

Rose

[lefthemisphere]

Ah, you can hear me. Good to know it works right the other way around.

[Good. He won't need his marker then. He hates writing, anyway. Rose, though. Rose, Rose, Rose... why does he know that name. And while he spends a great deal of time stalking his Real he isn't there all the time. And, honestly, why bother learning everyone on the other side. Y'all change so much he can't keep track.

He takes out another cigarette and taps it on the side of his zippo thoughtfully before lighting and taking a drag.]

Rose's a pretty name. I bet it suits you.

[littledhampir]

[Rose had never been able to make herself care about the fact that there were Mirror versions of themselves until now. She was usually more concerned with whatever was right in front of her face and frankly? The idea that a bunch of Doppelgangers were spying on them 24-7, gave her the creeps.

It's amazing how quickly she got over the creep factor once she became the voyeur.]

That's what I'm told

[That the name suits her, but she can't help but add underneath.]

Has thorns

[lefthemisphere]

[He laughs, thumbing at his nose before leaning back in his chair and taking another sip of his beer.]

All the best ones do.

[You see why they watch all the time, now, don't you. Besides.. you know. Being told to. It's interesting. A whole other world just...right there. He could reach through and touch if he wanted but crossing all the way over is a sure fire way to get his ass whooped. And the Queen is a bad bitch he doesn't want the feel the wrath of. Unless its in the kinky way? And he knows it won't be.]

So do you know the other me? The one over there with you?

[scholarliness]

[It wouldn’t be surprising if Raleigh had never noticed Rose wandering around the Mirror!World. She spent most of her time in the Library or curled up in various, secluded parts of the Mansion. She had a look about her that suggested she might jump out of her skin if you so much as said hello to her and she likely had more in common with his Real than she did with him. At least when it came to the opposite sex.

He’s set himself up in his camp chair in front of the mirrors and much to her dismay, there was no way that she could get to her room without having to go past him. You can bet that she’s considered every possible alternative. Even tried going somewhere else and coming back and she’s been standing a distance away from him. Her teeth worrying over her lower lip for more than ten minutes before she works up the courage to approach.]

E- Excuse me? [Cringing at just how meek she sounds.]

[lefthemisphere]

[Sorry to say, darlin', he hasn't noticed you before. But the nerdy..school girl look.. he doesn't mind that so much. Raleigh flops his head back and looks at her, glassy but pleasant. He gives her a good up and down. Evaluating.]

Yyyeeees?

[scholarliness]

[Rose's unnaturally pale skin, telegraphs her embarrassment as the color rises up her neck. Her flushed cheeks, concealed by the hair that falls free from her ponytail as she lowers her gaze. She seriously contemplates bolting as her hands worry over the hem of her shirt, Rose painfully aware of his scrutinizing gaze. Her Real never lacked for confidence or words. This Rose couldn't boast the same.]

You... The, um... [Tucking her hair behind her ear.] You're... blocking the hallway. [More mumble than words.]

[lefthemisphere]

[His brows pin high on his forehead. You what now. Raleigh looks at her. He looks at the big mirror he's been hanging out in front of. He looks around at the empty vastness of the space. He looks back at her.]

Am I?

[scholarliness]

[My reading comprehension is awesome

Cheeks going redder by the second.]

No - the... [Muttering under her breath, he'd catch the word idiot before she finally manages to spit out;] Mirror.

Hall. Mirror.

[Closing her eyes, Rose gives an infinitesimal shake of her head.] Never mind...

[lefthemisphere]

[SQUINT. He looks back at the mirror for a moment. God she's going fire engine red. This is hilarious. Okay, Rals. Be nice. She's about to pass out or something.]

No, no cutie here, look, it's okay. [He sits up a little more and waves her over.]

We can share. Park a spot on the cooler, It's gone quiet again but someone will be along any minute I'm sure. You want a drink?

short af

[suicidemission]

He's heard of the mirrors, heard about what they're capable of. He's stayed away form that, not wanting in particular to see what his own mirror was capable of. He has an inkling of course and a curiosity but even Chuck knows he should stay far, far away.

And yet.

Here he is, standing like a creeper.

Mirror!Raleigh might eventually get the feeling someone is watching.

all good

[lefthemisphere]

He might. Eventually.

Rose had written ASS on his mirror after their conversation and he couldn't be bothered to cross over and wipe it off.

So he's sitting there drinking and currently whittling a stick with a small, sharp knife - legs crossed at the knee, cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He works on that for a while and when he's done with his little carving of a bear he stretches and picks up his dry erase marker, leaning forward to the glass and drawing a tic-tac-toe board.

[ ][ ][X]
[ ][ ][ ]
[ ][ ][ ]

And he waits some more. When nothing else happens for a while he pushes a marker through the looking glass itself. Because he can. Because they can cross between worlds but it's a sin punishable by extreme torture if they do.

Still. No one ever said he was clever. Go on. Play with him.

[suicidemission]

Well.

Alright. Fuck it. Mirror!Raleigh is equally hot but saying something...eh.

This he can do.

[ ][ ][X]
[ ][X][ ]
[ ][ ][ ]

[lefthemisphere]

When Raleigh sees the mark appear he lights up. Ah, fuck yes. This is so much fun, he doesn't get why so many of the other Mirrors are hiding. Fuck it, let it all hang out, right?

Wait, what, they're supposed to be hiding? Whoops.

He itches the side of his nose and takes a drag of his cigarette.

"Ain't you supposed'a be circles, sweetheart?" He asks. He can't see who's playing, only that there's someone there by evidence of their joining his game.

[suicidemission]

You should be hiding.

I like Xs, princess.

[lefthemisphere]

It only serves to make his grin and he smudges his own X out in favor of replacing it was an O

[ ][ ][O]
[ ][X][ ]
[O][ ][ ]

"Good thing I like myself a hole, then. Nice tight one."