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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

[kairotic]

Well, you m-must have something you're good at.

[A subtle jab, for undermining her. Friends, you know.]

I'm not trying to i-insinuate that I could do a better job than the Queen, but she is obviously busy. I am merely attempting to l-lighten the load on her resources. She needn't bother with t-this sort of thing.

[serifsans]

there's plenty of things i'm good at.

aha. altruism, huh? from you?

[kairotic]

I'm sure.

And I am m-merely serving the Queen in a manner befitting of my t-title. She expects me to c-come up with answers to these issues, and as it is my job, I d-don't want to let her down. You could always have j-joined, yourself. I know you have the talent, f-for it.

[serifsans]

what, the mirror science department? i don't think so. i'm not good at following lab safety rules.

[kairotic]

Please. As if t-that's what she cares about. I'm talking about results.

[Don't you think someone who follows proper lab safety would wear shoes??? Come on Sans that's not what she's talking about and you know it.]

But f-forget it. I'm sure I can get more done without y-you.

[serifsans]

frankly, i'm sure both of us will get more done on our own.

[kairotic]

[She snorts a little bit. He has so much potential and still he wastes it. She can't force him, though. He's not worth dragging kicking and screaming into success.]

Fine. Be t-that way. Continue to break things and waste y-your own time down here following that Papyrus around.

[Time to poke the bear a bit further when she looks like she's losing.]

[serifsans]

you should be more careful, doctor. he's not a waste of time.

[kairotic]

[She smirks. Aah, there it is.]

Aww, did I hit a n-nerve? Oh, wait, skeleton joke, you d-don't have those. Then again, you shouldn't have any soft spots e-either, but it seems you have one of those for him, too. How familial. H-How sweet.

[serifsans]

[His grin widens.]

didn't i just tell you to be careful? or do you really want to do this? cause, as you've noticed...

[He gestures at the broken mirrors.]

i guess i have some aggression to let out.

[kairotic]

Ooh, is t-that a threat? Going to t-take your anger out on little ol' me?

[She makes a show of it, gripping at the front of her labcoat over her chest.]

Oh! I'm s-so afraid.

[serifsans]

you know, heh. i think you actually are.

[He summons a single bone bullet and lets it rotate above his palm, watching it like it's just some interesting bug flitting around.]

us sans-es. we're little powerhouses. way too much magic for one monster. you'd think it'd be a lot more volatile.

[He twirls the bone like an airplane propeller until it starts making a whirring sound.]

but nah. we have great control. we're all about control.

[There's a zing and in the next second the bone is shooting toward her head. It should zip right past and plant into the wall behind her, unless she decides to move.]

[kairotic]

[She watches him, carefully, knows his physics and threats and goes to sidestep before realizing it's unnecessary, letting it whiz past with nothing more than a grit of her teeth and a shift of weight to the opposite foot. No fear. There isn't time for fear.]

Good f-for you, then. But not all of us stick to your little script. Otherwise I s-should be cowering before you, correct?

[She thinks about making an incredibly biting remark- something about how Sans' are supposed to get along with their Papyrus, for example- but stops. She doesn't want to burn this bridge... Or at least not set it up in absolutely spectacular flames. So she lets it go, drops the tension.]

But fine. I understand c-control, myself, so you win. I have to c-continue my research into this anomaly. Good luck with your... c-conquest, as it were.

[serifsans]

[It's true, she's not nearly as easily terrified as the Real Alphys. Man, one of these days, one of these days he wants to talk to that one, time himself on how quickly he can tear her down.]

[This one, though? This one is useful. So he lets the bone vanish after it has impacted the wall, stuffs his hands in his pockets and grins.]

am i supposed to be impressed that you're not?

[She says he's won, and damn right. He can't help a little surge of triumph, even though he really hasn't done anything or won anything.]

see you around, al.

[kairotic]

Maybe you s-should be.

[Subtle, but something he'll remember. They exist in a give-and-take tension, and he needs to remember that she can give just as much as she takes. So she rolls her eyes, and takes to leave.]

Good luck, Sans.