File E6841295 - Possession and Aggression [action]

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o5 | invasion of the body snatchers | accidental video/action

[chloroformedthejanitor]

I. First Contact

[The thing with the mirrors is really freaking Annie out. The whole "writing frantically on the glass and then just disappearing" spiel is just....really weird. Even for this place. She'd even pulled the blanket off the mirror in her room to make sure that she was actually gone. Can they be gone? Can mirrors just evaporate like that? Without a word or-- or anything???!?! And the plants... just... breaking through the walls like that. Creepy. A whole different level of creepy.

If it were up to her, Annie would stay in her room forever, hiding from whatever this was. She can handle chess matches, things falling from the sky, being stuck in a mine for five days, and she can even handle getting killed by invisible demon dogs, but potentially murderous plants?? Mirrors disappearing? It's a little too much, and she's starting to reach her breaking point.

But she still needs to eat, and she doesn't want anything the closet can give her, so she makes the trek to the kitchen, armed with an axe pulled out of the closet, in case of any funny business.]

II. Snatched

[The encounter with the vine leaves her shaky. It'd come out of nowhere and wrapped around her leg, pulled her down and while she hacked it off easily enough, she still feels queasy. Right after she'd cut the plant off, though, just for a few seconds, she felt-- indescribable, almost. Like she wasn't even in control of her own body. Like she was there, and watching someone else run things. But then it was gone, and she was left with a sick feeling in her stomach. Adrenaline rush, maybe? She's not sure. Also, her leg hurts. She's queasy and her leg hurts, because the root wrapped around it so tightly that it left a welt that's red and stinging.

She's hobbling to the clinic when it happens again. The feeling like she's been pushed out of the way and someone else is controlling her. She stops in the middle of the hallway. Or, she thinks she does, but no, she's still walking. What's happening??]

I'm in control now, sweetie. That's what's happening.

[Mirror Annie's been waiting a long time for this. A chance to finally get back at her real for everything she'd done back in their world. The other timeline. The "perfect" timeline. Pft, whatever. Perfection is the ability to take what you need with no regrets. Mirror Annie can do that. She does it all the time. Like right now.

She fixes her face into a typical "ow I'm a hurt princess someone help me" expression that her real always has and keeps on her way to the clinic, ignoring the protests in the back of her mind. It's her turn.]

[ooc: this is a catch-all for Annie! replies to section one will come from chloroformedthejanitor and replies to section two will come from callmepsycho. just specify which prompt you're replying to! <3]

[accidental video/action] color coded for your pleasure

[hamburellakind]

What the FUCK is wrong with you?! [Whoops, sorry for your ears folks. This accidental transmission is starting out loud and screechy.] Why would you go and CHANGE?! You were ACTUALLY ALMOST KIND OF COOL!

[The actual video is taken from where the comm has been dropped on the floor, laying sideways and pointed at John's feet. Which happen to be stomping angrily for a few seconds before stuttering to a stop.]

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! AND THAT LEE GUY SOUNDS LAME AS BOOBS AND OR TITTIES. MAYBE HE EVEN HAD THOSE, EW. HAHAHAHA OH GOD, YOU'RE SO MAD, I CAN FEEL IT.

[Quincy giggles and crouches to snatch up the comm, peering into it with a manic grin that looks out of place with John's blue hood framing it.]

YOU GUYS, THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME. I JUST WANT TO DESTROY HIS FUCKING LIFE. JUST FUCK IT IN THE ASS.

AUGH.

THE POSSIBILITIES ARE LITERALLY MAKING ME WANT TO JIZZ MY PANTS, I CAN'T EVEN. DOES SOMEBODY WANT TO COME AND SLAP ME ACROSS THE FACE A FEW HUNDRED TIM--? THAT WOULD HURT YOU TOO-- NO, I'D LIKE IT, GOD. ARE YOU EVEN PAYING ATTENTION TO MY OBVIOUS SADOMASOCHISTIC TENDENCIES, JOHN?

[Another demented chuckle and then the feed ends.]

[video forever]

[usskickass]

[Beiste's mirror is, well. Not the type to take over. She's there, though, obviously fretting and panicking and sort of getting on her real's nerves in a "just calm down, you're tied up tighter than a sheep at a rodeo" sort of way. Which is why she gives up on trying to calm the extra personality in her head down and decides to ask for a little help.]

My mirror and I are getting along pretty okay, and I know that should be the case with some of the rest of you. So uh. Anybody want to hide out and do a spa day or something? Just kinda. Wait this out in a peaceful place?

[It's hard realizing that many of the mirrors who made her conclude that mirrors aren't inherently bad are gone. She knows they're still out there, though. Not to mention folks who've managed to avoid getting injected with their crazy other halves.]

Send me a private message and I'll tell you where to go, alright?



[[Feel free to skip to action-- Beiste's just in a barricaded tearoom with clay masks and tea and calming music.]]

[video/action] would ya look at what he did to ol' rondy the bartender?

[builditstrong]

[The video is jostling around, though not because Kid is struggling, but because he's clearly walking somewhere.]

So, figger most 'f ya know by now. Th' roots've got...I ain't sure how, but th' roots've got our Mirrors in 'em. 'F th' roots get ya, yer Mirror gets in, starts takin' control. Roots jus' grow back when ya destroy 'em...figger best plan's t'avoid 'em till this's all sorted. I've got some supplies an' I'm headin' fer th' roof. Ya'll are free t'join me.

[With that he shuts off the feed. Unfortunately, nothing ever goes smoothly. He's almost to the roof when some roots burst out of someone's room and rush straight for his ankles. He goes down and gets dragged into the room for a minute before he manages to smash the roots to oblivion with his hammer. He scrambles back out into the hallway, and that's about when he feels the other presence.]

[Somehow he still makes it to the roof, and when he's there he adds a second message. By now he's disheveled and looking twitchy.]

Ya might--ya might wanna--wanna avoid th'--you might want to avoid the roof, is what he's trying to say--ggk--ain't...ain't sure what he's capable of--oh, you worry too much. I just want to sit back and--and--enjoy the--oh stop it, would--gah.

Jus'. Just stay 'way from me. An' th' roots.

[ooc: He'll be on the roof for the rest of the day, so feel free to ignore his warning and come find him :3]