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.

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_{[It's not surprising the concept of closeness eludes you. What does that mean?

He stops with his pen hovering just over the glass, frowning at the choice of words and frowning even harder because he's giving them more due than he should. It's true, that's what he doesn't like. It's true and it rankles that even now the spotlight seems trained on him and not her.]}

Is that alluding to my being human or being what I have heard some of you term a "Real"?

_{[Or is it because of the man he is? He'd prefer it to be one of the first two options, not the third. The third implies knowing something of his personal life (or lack thereof).]}

Are you saying vampires are cursed and this one birth every half a century is some kind of key?

That's alluding to your being an unsociable recluse.

[ elena speaks in that breezy way of hers, all while she examines the strands of her hair. oh god, are those split ends? ]

I'm saying one special vampire hybrid was cursed, and this one birth was the key. It doesn't make sense unless you know your werewolf lore.

[ a beat. ]

But don't quote me on that.

_{[Rude. True, but still rude.

There's a petulant response at the forefront of his mind along the lines of says who? that he has to bite back. His dignity is hanging by a thread as it is.]}

Bold statement when we have only just met.

_{[You know what else is rude? Spying. But it could be he's feeling touchy because she's right--her story doesn't make a lot of sense to him. Hybrids? Werewolves...? His mind itches to solve puzzles, not stew in them; he hates not having enough pieces to put a picture together.]}

Why don't you enlighten me?

[ it would be far too easy to liken mirror elena to katherine. it would also be the most surefire way to truly get under elena's skin. before she became a vampire, it was all she worried about: being the silhouette of another, finding that all she would ever become is something katherine already was first.

she doesn't worry about it as much these days. katherine is the runner, and elena is the writer; white blank pages are her favorite.

an airy laugh. believe it or not, she enjoys you, victor. ]

You're a greedy one, aren't you? First I want to know: has all this enlightenment helped you any?

_{[If she could see him, she'd know he's wearing a characteristically manic Victor look--chin lowered like a bull about to charge, gaze fixed and intense.

He's thinking. He doesn't get the question.]}

It has shone light on some areas and raised more questions in others. What do you expect in return?

_{[She's acting like she's done him a favor--and favors have prices.]}

[ he is smart, isn't he? it's what elena is counting on. his smarts, his scientific endeavors, his unmitigated desire to pursue the truth, wherever it may lead him. of course she'll want something. victor has something his mirror doesn't. ] All in due time, Doctor. All in due time.

[ she taps the mirror lightly with her fingers. ]

Shadow, you’ll travel to what waits ahead,
the fatal shadow waiting at the rim.
Know this: in some way you’re already dead.

[ she leaves him with that piece of written poetry, disappearing in a blur. ]

_{[Time. Time is a peculiarity. He has too much of it on his hands, but it never feels like enough. Like now, for instance, when he doesn't have the time to ask after her meaning before she's gone, just like that, the only thing left in her wake the verse she dangles tauntingly like a carrot before a hare. He reads the lines to himself, not recognizing their source. She'd meant it for him. But why?

It takes more time to research the author in the library, more than he'd like. Eventually he uncovers the lines are a translation from a larger, which leads him to the original source, a Spanish poem written long after his time.]}

A marble slab is saved for you

_{[His finger traces the words, seeking her purpose in showing him this particular piece.]}

And other men are also dreams of time,
not hardened bronze, purified gold. They’re dust
like you; the universe

_{[He stops, pausing in place, his intake of breath barely more than a thin whisper.]}

is Proteus.

_{[Yes, this had been meant for him and him alone. With that single word, there can be no doubt of that.]}

'Tis rather inconvenient like this. +

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