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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

[unconscripted]

[Oh. The startled look he shoots her should be proof enough that he hadn't known what the Wardens did to their new recruits. A choice between drinking darkspawn blood or being killed directly isn't much of a choice at all. Perhaps he should be grateful he never had a say in his future. And yet he's heard talk of what becomes of old templars after years of taking lyrium and he can't say that appeals any more than dying of the darkspawn taint.

Staring at the floor rather than Robyn he mumbles-] I didn't know.

[It's as close as he's getting to an apology. And one wouldn't change what happened to her anyway.

He looks up to watch her examine the chapel, not sure if it's absurd or tragic that it seems to mean something to her. Either way, seeing it again he's doubly sure it won't yield anything to do with the Chant of Light but he's done what was asked of him.

Shrugging off the gratitude he hesitates, unsure how to respond.] It's fine.

[Another moment where he's caught between bowing and saluting and ends up just nodding curtly before turning and marching off again to... do something. And put the whole encounter out of his mind.]