( open ) the man in the back is ready to crack as he raises his hands to the sky

[ofletters]

Who: Sam Winchester, Ellie, Robyn Cousland, their Mirrors, and YOU
Where: The mansion, the second mansion, and the Mirror side
When: September 1-10
Rating: Let's say PG-13 to be safe for language and possible mild violence.
Summary: Parties, exploration, encounters, and more during the 4th wall event
The Story: ( ooc ; feel free to leave a starter of your own if you want to catch any of these guys or their mirrors in another setting!

general locations: sam (mirror size, looking for the queen's room, sneaking around)
mirror!sam (real side, looking for trouble, strutting around)

ellie (real side, partying, encountering old friends who've come to visit)
mirror!ellie (real side, scavenging, relatively unseen by most)

robyn (real side, meeting new people, warily noticing others' mirrors nearby)
mirror!robyn (real side, avoiding contact, watching everyone enviously)

Comments

[unconscripted]

[He snorts at the idea he might be worried about her hurting him. Oh, she's doubtless a skilled fighter - he's heard all the stories about Grey Wardens - but he's confident in his ability to take her in a one-on-one fight. And unless she's a lot more aggressive than the other one he doesn't think it's likely to come to that. For the best, he doesn't want to be the one to draw the Queen's wrath by stirring up trouble.

His frown deepens at the question, eyes dropping to stare at the floor rather look at her.] That's my name. I don't see why I shouldn't use it. [Even if she objects he's not going to stop using it just because of the other Alistair. It's his name as much as the idiot's. He hesitates a moment before adding-] Warden Cousland.

[Hooray, they know each other's names. Now he should try and make his escape.

Instead he finds himself looking back at the smiling, attractive, normal-looking woman before him and remembering his conversation with the other Cousland.]

You're awfully cheerful. [It sounds a lot like an accusation.]

[heroica]

I didn't mean that you shouldn't use it. [ Robyn points out. ] I was only asking.

[ She has a preference, after all, and is quick to note it: ] You can call me Robyn, if you like.

[ Somehow, she doubts he'll like that, or much anything else she says. Distantly, this interaction already reminds her of her early conversations with the Real Alistair, and though it's an uncomfortable thought, she tries to not let it show. ]

I think I'm usually of about this disposition. [ The Warden replies lightly. ] I can try and be extra surly, if you want. [ beat ] Does my smiling bother you?

[ Come on, Ser Alistair, that's just dramatic. ]