entrancelogs | 'Tis rather inconvenient like this. +

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[If saying he's twenty seven is supposed to matter to her, it doesn't show for a second but what does seem to hit a nerve? Having age thrown up as a reason for why they couldn't be having this conversation.

He'd see all the humor drain from her features. Eyes hardening, jaw tensing as Rose nods. The taste of bitterness in her mouth as she tries and fails to keep the sting of this, oh so familiar conversation from showing on her face.]

Yeah I've - got this speech memorized, okay. [Rose tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.] I'll save you the trouble of leaving.

[And now it's her turn to pivot away.]

[Hngh!]

His arms flap out but he doesn't really know what he's supposed to do. What does he want from this situation? What's the solution? He isn't thinking that far, he's just in the here and now thinking well fuck what is happening why is she mad I'm doing the honorable thing!?

But. Also. Rose is a teenage girl. And Raleigh knows very little about her actual life. Certainly not enough to know she's been in this spot before.

If Raleigh is 'this spot'? Doe she count? He just thought they were friends. WHY ARE GIRLS HARD?!]

I- Hh, Rose wait- I didn't mean-

[But if she stomps off he lets her go. And he'll spend the rest of...however long it is until he sees her again wondering if he's in trouble and thinking of a decent apology.]

[One day, Rose might learn that the key to a dramatic exit is the part where you actually... exit. She's never been good at letting anything go and when it came to something like this?

Turning back, he'd see a flicker of hurt in her eyes before she can once again summon up a cool hard mask.]

Didn't mean to what?! [A note of petulance in her voice as her eyebrows shoot up.] Bring my age into it? Tell me! Where is the line? I'm old enough to die to protect the Moroi. I'm old enough to pilot one of your, three hundred foot robots but when it comes to anything else? Then I'm too young? Is that it?

Ahuuhhhhh-- [Shit. She wasn't supposed to come back at him. He just flounders more and then all the questions and accusations compound and he can't answer any of them.]

I don't know! No, I just- Why are you yelling at me?!

[The fact that he can't even give her a real answer, just seems to infuriate her more. Rose's hands curling into fists at her side.

She opens her mouth, ready to keep yelling but this fight is so painfully familiar that she's not even sure if it's him she wants to scream at right now or his taller, Russian counterpart. She doesn't even know why she cares so much or exactly how this conversation managed to spin so out of control.

Rose shakes her head, swallowing whatever words she'd been ready to fling at him like weapons. Her voice, calmer once she does open her mouth but certainly no less bitter.]

Because you just - that's why. [It didn't matter what he'd been going to say. She was so sure she'd heard it before and she really didn't want to go through the indignity of hearing it again. Not from him.] Forget it.

[As she goes to exit again, this time with less of an anger fueled flounce and more a dejected stalking away.]

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