entranceway | 003 ♚ mirror writing/action

I. mirror writing;

_{[Today a certain someone's left a message for the Mirrors. Several messages, actually. Copies appear on all sorts of mirrors in all sorts of places, spread out around the mansion for maximum coverage.

To Mirror eyes, it reads:]}

When does her royal highness plan to let you back over?
Good company is scarce and some of you are more likeable than your other selves.

Good allies are also hard to find.
I want something you can do.
Maybe you want something an ally on this side can do.
We could help each other across the great divide.

_{[Characters on the Real side see something different, however. Peter has cloaked his writing so that when Reals look at the words, they'll see nothing but gibberish, configurations of random letters, lines, and doodles as if a graffiti artist or a very bored person has gone around defacing mansion property. No matter how hard a person tries, though, the writing won't come off.]}

II.

_{[Another slight change in the daily comings and goings of Wonderland is that today Peter Pan is letting himself be seen.

Usually, the wiry youth with his leather skins and timeworn boots keeps his appearances random. Sometimes he might chat on the network or show up in the odd place, or he might disappear for a week or more, it all depends on his mood. Even though he technically has free run of the place, it's especially not every day Peter spends a lengthy amount of time in the mansion; he still looks out of place inside its walls like a vagabond that's snuck in through the back door, his tastes running in the opposite direction of all the glamor. Nonetheless, the mansion is where the people are, so even he has to come in to warm his feet by the proverbial fire sometimes.

While he monitors the mirrors, the boy can be found all over the mansion and its grounds, keeping his quick, nimble fingers occupied with wood and blades, partly for himself, and partly to attract the right eyes. He works idly--even thoughtlessly to inexperienced eyes who see only a meaningless pastime and not the centuries of experience in his baby-soft hands--but there's a grace in what he does.

In the morning, maybe you'll see him carving spears in the tea room or the dining room, the archaic weapons and the mess of wood shavings at his feet at odds with the room's expensive tastes. Maybe you'll find him somewhere with a large hunk of yew almost as tall as he is, scraping bark off with practiced ease, or measuring off branches of a dogwood tree with his eyes to ensure they're the right length for arrows. Reed is a slightly trickier wood to work with, and if you come across the teenager in the entrance hall you may find him cutting into the wood delicately, tongue peeking out of his mouth.

No matter where you come across him, Peter doesn't have a single care about leaving things in disarray, even if the room's already occupied. Don't bother trying to chastise this one. In Neverland, never had a child ever been expected to clean up a mess except as punishment.

At some point in the day, Peter can even be found sitting outside by the mansion doors, the sun beaming down on him without ever casting a shadow below. He handles small pieces of bamboo, carving them more carefully than any other, but he'll hide them from sight if anyone drifts near enough to catch a peek. They'll make fine panpipes before too long, and that's a surprise he wants to keep under wraps for a while yet.}

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[~~Oh don't even get her started on her Real~~]

We don't do anything without her permission.

Well, some of them do. Those idiots tend to get what they deserve for being a bunch of fuckwits.

_{[How charming.]}

Is her purpose not to claim this side?
I thought Queens of Hearts were of a mind to have it all.

_{[Peter's confident there are vulnerable members in the pack, just as she says, people who can be turned. Yet there are other ways to sway even the most die hard loyalists, such as suggesting there's a way of aligning their leader's interests with his own.]}

[Die Hard loyalist might be a bit of an overstatement. She was loyal because it served her interests. Having the Queen like her meant she had it easy. No threats or screaming, and since she was too lazy to cause trouble on her own most of the time...she thoroughly enjoyed the peace it brought her.]

Hearts? [Oh, she clamped onto that phrase instantly] Why does it sound like you're not just talking about Her Majesty here?

As you might know, there's more than one Wonderland.
Just as there's more than one Earth.

_{[And the actual Queen of Hearts' daughter happens to be right here, trapped in this world with the rest of them. Endlessly ironic, that there's a version of Regina behind the glass who's back under the thumb of a queen.

Her sovereignty isn't what interests him, however. Dethroning her, on the other hand...]}

I suspected.

[That much was actually true. This Brittany was far more observant and clever than her Real counterpart.]

Am I correct in guessing you're from this Alternate Wonderland?

_{[Given enough time, Peter might find himself oddly fond of both versions--the one with her head so far in the clouds she might as well be flying with the help of pixie dust, and the one who plays her chips more carefully like Peter himself.]}

Oh no, only what you might call a tourist.
I'm Peter Pan.
I come from a different land, as some of you know.

[Peter Pan. She was half tempted to call bullshit, except there was no real reason to lie.]

I know. I know a lot about you, in fact.

Or, at least, ONE of you.

There's only one that really matters.

_{[And that would be him, not the other versions of him or his dead Mirror, the latter of which hadn't even come close to matching Pan's status.]}

But if Peter Pan has one talent, it's doing what can't be done.
And who might you be?

Tell him I'd love to chat sometime if you ever see him.

[Just in case he had any illusions of her acknowledging his special-ness.]

Name's Brittany. Unfortunately.

Tell him yourself.

_{[Considering he's not the copy living in someone else's shadow, it's very easy to see the humor in her reply. Unfortunate indeed.

But with the name comes an understand of just whose Mirror he's communicating with.]}

Spelled correctly with two 't's, isn't that right?

[On her end, there was an extremely large eye roll. She could guess where the "correctly" bullshit came from.]

I know how to spell my own name.

It's not my fault some people are so stupid they can't say the same.

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