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[thisischristmas]

[there's a clatter and a shake of the video as it's set down on a teetering column of books. then this strange young man in a ridiculous bow tie stands back and spreads his arms theatrically. as he speaks in an English accent, he waves his hands about]

Helloooooo there, Wonderland! I've a lovely message to impart to whomever happens to be presiding over this mucked up fairytale this time 'round, but I'll save that for later, FIRST!

I'm the Doctor, you may have heard of me. Time traveler, alien, wizard with any tech, I've even got my own magic wand. [he whips out his sonic screwdriver from his inside jacket pocket. it pulses with a green glow and a strange buzz before it switches off and he tucks it away.

his expression sobers seriously] I know you've been trapped here a long while. I know you may be scared, or lost hope, or even accepted your lot in life. Made the most of a pretty prison, because that's what humanity does, makes the most of what they have, no matter how little or how strange.

But now the Doctor is In. And I'm here to help. [he flips back to speaking quickly, excited] I'll be wandering about asking only slightly invasive questions on whatever isn't covered on this LAN network of yours, if you want to drop by and speed up the process of your escape, then please! Give a shout.

[the transmission ends, allowing the Doctor to march about the manor and grounds. you can find him nearly anywhere, waving his "wand" at walls, hedges, and people, muttering to himself, talking to flowers, you know. general sane inspecting activity]

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[outofthebreach]

[ Brennan holds up his hands at the explosion. ] I'm not defending what they're doing, I'm just saying we could be in much more dire straights. And why some might prefer this to... wherever they come from. Trust me, I've important things at home I'd much prefer to get back to, as soon as possible. I've only just arrived myself, and I'm less than pleased about it. But for some... for some, the closets and the food and warm beds probably are a comparable trade. I've seen what people will do in exchange for something as simple as that.

[ He lets the topic float to the Other Side, however, although he's quick to shake his head. ] Not a lot. New, mind. But there was an event recently where holes opened up between this place and there. People crossed through. I've a companion here for home, who came the same time as me. He accidentally stumbled through one, found himself stuck over there. Apparently we all have doubles, dopplegangers, opposite. Makes sense for a backwards mirror reflection, I suppose. His ended up over here when he landed over there. He ran into the other me and I ran into the other him and.... they were both... wrong. Different. Much, much different.

[thisischristmas]

[it's lucky the Doctor placed the communicator on a stack of books, because he's now pacing]

Looking-Glass selves. Opposites of who we are, our very selves, our shadows. Ohhh, someone's been reading too much Joseph Campbell. [he rounds on the camera feed] And these doppelgangers, they're autonomous? Wants, thoughts, feelings, their own motives?

[outofthebreach]

Well, the one I met certainly did. [ Brennan still looks less than pleased about the entire encounter. It hadn't been pleasant. ] So did the alternate version of me, from what my companion told me of it. Although I've been told that most of the Mirrors are fully loyal to their Queen of Hearts? They serve her whims over their own motives, supposedly.

[thisischristmas]

Hearts, not Red. Right, then. [he gives a nod. much, much worse than the Red Queen, he had hoped for her. but that's fine, he's not worried at all, he can work with this]

So the Queen scans us somehow, reads our personalities, then creates whole beings based upon those personalities put on high contrast. But they're people. [which means he doesn't want to hurt them]

What happened to the other version of your friend?

[outofthebreach]

Well, I suppose her hearts are red? [ Brennan squints for a moment because that reference went completely over his head. ]

The Mirror that crossed here, do you mean? He stole something out of my room before fleeing back through one of the portals. Although from how he was talking, I think he was very much annoyed at being forced to leave me breathing as he left. Also he had a lot of misconceptions about me to begin with, it seems my own Mirror is very much an asshole and yet Dorian's Mirror still expected me to be the same.

[ Not that a Venatori Magister made for a pleasant encounter with anyone. ]