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

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)

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[So there are parties happening, and Maya is SO THERE for parties. She's on her way to the second mansion, but stopped at the entrance to touch up the paint in some parts of her mural where the wall was restoring itself. As she notices Sam also making his way through common spaces, she perks up. There you are, guy-from-that-weird-mutant-event-thing.]

Oh, hey. I guess we should probably meet in real life since we kind of knew each other in the fake one. You're not still hurt right?

[Does that stuff carry over? Heck if Maya knows.]

[It was easy to smell all of the fresh meat crossing over to the mirror side. Liz was eager to finally set foot in the real world herself, but for now she was practicing restraint, hanging back in her curiosity to see what sort of people would dare venture over to the darker mockery of Wonderland that lay on the side she called home.

Sam piques her interest instantly as she recognises him from his mirror - one of the few people in this place whom she genuinely likes and admires. She leans against the wall with one ankle hooked over the other, trying to affect an air of nonchalance as he comes near.]

You're a long way from home.

[ It felt good to be back, feeling like she hadn't missed a beat. And this time? She wasn't going to be caught off guard by any Winchester traps. Of course, when she actually tracks down Sam to finish what they'd started, she wastes no time making her presence known. Ruby literally pops in front of him, eyes flooded black and a smirk playing on her lips. ]

Miss me?

[ And maybe she'd been a little hasty with her game because this Sam isn't the same one she has beef with. No, he was better. He was what Sam should have been if only he'd embraced his destiny instead of running like a scared boy. Corrupted by his stupid brother, ruining everything she'd worked so hard to create. The flood of black in her eyes recedes to the normal brown pupils as her jaw drops. ]

Pinch me, I'm dreaming.

[He hadn't known what to make of it when all the mirrors disappeared and it became clear they could cross over to the other side without issue. After watching several of his counterparts do just that Ser Alistair finally decided to follow, curiosity getting the better of him.

He's cautiously exploring the real side of Wonderland when he sees her. The Warden that he's seen around his Real looks far better than her counterpart. Not only is she free from the visible signs of the darkspawn taint but somehow she seems more alive, brighter somehow. Not terribly surprising, given he thinks the same comparison might be drawn between himself and his Real. It stirs a tiny flicker of resentment in his chest, the same that he feels watching the idiot most of the time.

...Speaking of watching, unseen from behind the mirrors he's forgotten that he's not. And can be seen. And he's been standing there - not exactly subtle, in his templar uniform - staring at her for long enough for her to notice and draw close.

Alistair freezes in place, trying to decide if he should shove past her and escape or try to pretend to be his Real or just act like there's nothing unusual about the situation at all. He hesitates too long for the first option to work and he doesn't have high hopes for his ability to imitate the idiot so settles for folding his arms and frowning down at her.]

What do you want?

[Never mind that he'd been staring at her. That's not the point.]

[And if he was going to run into anyone snooping around, Bobby's at least glad it's a familiar face.

He thinks. It would feel more reassuring if he had the first damned clue where he was.] Sam?

[ This event is a better opportunity than they've had in months. There must be answers buried in all that is happening. The question where to even begin is new. The world behind the mirrors, he thinks, and dreads the walk, knowing what has already spilled over from behind the glass...

A final stop on this side, then, just to clear his head. He forgets how long he kneels in prayer, but... ]

...hunger and envy in their hearts, only pride and desire in their eyes, and He knew-- [ Wait. ] ...that they knew Him not.

[ But after a while he knows he is no longer alone. Cullen stands, and turns around. The sight... seems neither as surprising, nor as concerning as he thinks it ought to be. ]

You came here. I thought you said it wasn't for you.

He's dreaming.

He has to be, because this can't be real. Places like this - bright, warm, not falling apart - haven't existed in years. Decades.

But it's a better dream than most. More people around than he would have liked, but these aren't the people he's used to seeing. They're happy, carefree. Not a one of them looking over their shoulders in fear. Not a one of them reaching down to pat a weapon in its holster, seeking the reassurance that it gives.

No sign of infected anywhere.

He gets a few nervous looks. Guess even in dreams, he can't forget who or what he is. But he's left alone, more out of politeness than real fear, and that suits just fine.

He finds a place to sit, and does so, with a sigh as old bones settle. He'll wake up eventually. Might as well enjoy this while it lasts.

['Wary' would be a word for it, yes, and Nathaniel has been watching people with added close attention since he first noticed that the Mirrors were making their way over to this side. He finds himself anxious of the idea of facing his own, not knowing what differences he might see and fearing, to no small extent, that he will come face to face with a replica of his father.

He knows he is capable of such cruelty. He knows it flows in his blood, but he will not become his father. He will not.

Outside of the mansion (the real one, not the shoddy copy), he leans against a low wall and fiddles distractedly with the fletching on an arrow. Out of the corner of his eye he spies a familiar face, and without looking up he greets her in a low voice.]

Robyn.

"Well. Look who the cat's dragged in," Gabriel says with a drawl, appearing while leaning against a wall with his arms folded over his chest. "This side of the place is interesting. With a side of depressing, given the way things just kind of fade away at a certain point from the building."

Sam wanted an archangel peanut gallery, right?

[ Leave it to Wonderland to see fit to make things difficult. As it stands, John knows that Sam is somewhere around Wonderland, but search as he might, for days the tall Winchester somehow eludes him.

With the idea that time is running out on his mind, he takes to the halls of the mansions, patrolling as he once did on a daily basis.

It works, strangely enough. It almost always does. When Blake finally gives up on the idea of finding a person and just lets himself wander a rote path, he very nearly finds what he's looking for a hundred percent of the time.

Catching sight of Sam, he calls from down the hall, a hand held up in a wave. ]

Sam, hey! You got a second?

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SLAMS IN HERE FOR SAM but I think it might be the wrong one

SAMMY

huehuehuehuehue

Robyn

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Mirror!Robyn

you know who

surprise me with a Robyn of your choice

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