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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

[asphodelus]

<sub>[With her fangs safely tucked away like this, sometimes he forgets that underneath that soft face there's steel.

The fingers holding his chin are firm, not enough pressure to hurt but enough to command attention, and her gaze is steady with that unapologetic confidence he's grown accustomed to. His wayward heart, spinning in all directions at all times, admires that in times of uncertainty she's a compass needle that points true north.

A smile comes over him unbidden.]</sub>

Yes, you have.

<sub>[And God help anyone who crosses her the wrong way.

Impulsively, he steps into her and puts his arms around her smaller frame in a show of affection his Real would overthink in a thousand different ways before executing.]</sub>

It'll be all right.

[hardpower]

[ mystic falls has become a distant memory on the mirror side. the kind that slips past one's fingers like water — impossible to contain. it's harder and easier to be away from it than she thought it would be. she thinks about home every day. she never wants to go back. it's a town of graves and blood, and she can leave it behind.

she can leave.

elena has officially grown sick of holding on. it's all she's ever done. she lets go now: of the girl who should've died on the bridge; the girl she would have become after that, had damon not turned her into what she is. (she needs both of these girls to be dead.)

but then victor smiles a bashful smile, and gives her affection she is certain is undeserved. holding on makes sense again, even when she teaches herself not to. she latches on, in a twisted way now, but latching on all the same. she sinks into the embrace, and tips her head upward, lips resting gently at his temple.

when she steps back, her hands cup his cheeks. elena smiles back, all mischief and possibility. ]

Now. What do you say we get you some real breakfast and you tell me what you've been working on?

[asphodelus]

<sub>[And this--this--is why the idea of vampires so finely humanized that they can pass as any other day creature is beguiling. All that strength and bloodlust, curbed by cool lips and soft affection. It's an alluring contrast.

That's Elena: going from frightening, to scheming, to impish play in fluid, effortless succession.

His exhale has an amused undertone to it. If any Reals are watching through the mirrors right now, they must be wondering what they're seeing. Friendship? Something more? Something less? The truth is more complicated than a glance through a mirror can show. It usually is.]</sub>

All right, since you've already eaten without me.

_{[Agreeing to a more filling meal doesn't keep Victor from tossing his apple into the air and catching it again, then unpeeling his banana. His free arm stays resting across the back of her shoulders as they turn to face the same way on their walk down the corridor.]}

Well, with the mirrors like this, it's put me in mind of the symbolic world we're forbidden, like in Tennyson's "Lady of Shalott"...