'Tis rather inconvenient like this. +

[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

[punful]

[Aha. Hit a nerve.]

i wouldn't say "nothing" like them.

but they're better at this than you.

[dustiest]

Yeah, the two of you have been getting real cozy, haven't you? You seem awful forgiving. Awful forgetful.

[punful]

i don't forget.

[dustiest]

Is it a pick your battles thing? A too much effort thing?

[They're supposed to be the one pushing his buttons, not the other way around. But his soft spots are harder to ply than the others, not simply because he holds them close to the chest, no. Perhaps he's just too used to it.

An irritating barrier to the reaction they want, and one not so easily trampled.

Frisk turns away, making a thick sound of disgust.]

Forget it.

[punful]

no can do kid.

[But they're already leaving.]

[dustiest]

[Ugh. He's insufferable. And far easier to taunt when he doesn't have that smokescreen working in his favor. Frisk pauses long enough to ram their fist into the mirror for the second time that day.

Shouldn't let him get to them.

But he does.]