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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[ She wasn't prepared for this. Wasn't ready for things to spiral out of control so quickly, not that she was necessarily the one in control... But for a moment the thought had crossed her mind. She'd had a plan, was ready to run. He was just a lot faster than her.

By the time her wrist connects with the table, she'd already known something was wrong. Helpful people didn't talk like that, didn't talk about creations as though they were actually other people.

She still tries to break free, tries to slide off the table to get away from him. Darcy manages to evade the reach for her other hand, attempting to dip under his arm and slip out of his grasp - try and grab a weapon of some sort. Everything seems to slow as she suddenly can't breathe through the panic. There has to be a wrench or something in here, right? That would be logical. So, she attempts to twist her captured wrist and dive in an effort to get away, praying she might have surprised him enough to at least break free. ]

[ he can't fight physics-- the way her movements push his own arm in the wrong direction doesn't even hurt but it forces his grip to release. he snarls with the loss of control, and spins to follow her.

his legs are longer than his arms and so ray's polished shoe kicks forward to land somewhere, anywhere, to knock her off her balance or to break bone if he can. ]

[ That small thrill of her ability to escape is short lived, crashing hard to the ground when his foot connects with her side when she'd stupidly turned to see how quickly he was following. The wind quickly rushes out of her, crumbling to the floor with a gasp of pain. It would definitely leave a large bruise on her left side, the pain too broad to pinpoint anything broken.

She manages a whimper as she practically claws at the floor to keep moving, even if something in the back of her mind has already accepted that her lucky break had already come and gone. Accepted that there was a solid chance she might not get out of this alive. Blood pounding in her ears, she can barely hear anything else - register what could be happening. She pushes herself to start to stand, although nothing about the movement is fast enough. She didn't have the training or wherewithal to push through the pain. ]

[ her hair is the easiest target, and the most demeaning. ray's fingers aren't kind when they twist into the dark mass at the back of her head and pull until she's to her feet. ]

Note to self, subject is slightly more functional than anticipated.

[ ray's voice is upbeat, a dramatic clash of joy against the reality of this moment. full of the rush of adrenaline, he doesn't consider that he should hold her away from himself. he's overconfident given the way this situation has played out so far. so he pulls her in by the hair as he moves back toward the table. ]

[ There's an immediate, almost visceral reaction to the hand in her hair. Fingers quickly wrap around his wrist, nails trying to dig in to get him to let her go. The pain from the initial take down still radiates through her, not helping with letting any form of rational thought work through her. She didn't have her real's ability to quickly assess a situation and make snap judgments. She hesitated, and right now? That could possibly cost her her life.

Darcy doesn't even recognize the opportunity he's left her until they're already too close to the table for her to make a big enough splash. But, she tries. She lets go of his wrist to swing at him, to grab at whatever she can to possibly jab him with and distract him enough to break the hold. ]

[ raymond cries out in pain-- not the exciting kind that comes from specific injury, but because he's suddenly blind in one eye and it's wrong. it's not something he planned, and not something he wants. she got lucky and that makes it unworthy.

he's not sure which slur he screams at her-- her femininity is disgusting to him, and it doesn't matter which word he chooses as his hand releases her in shock. he staggers backward, cupping the now-bleeding eye and floundering in his sudden loss of control. the rage fills him quickly, but the process makes him unable to act for a few previous seconds. ]

[ It's a small victory, one that genuinely catches her by surprise. She hadn't actually planned on hurting him, considering she probably couldn't even hurt a fly. His words don't sting, not in the way he was probably intending - considering what she'd dealt with in her two years of existence. Being manhandled and told she was worthless, reminded that she had no substance to offer anyone, it was just another day.

At least, that's what she tells herself - even as a tear escapes. She tries to run again, hoping this time she'll be able to make it out the door and away from him. ]

'Tis rather inconvenient like this. +

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