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[Souji rises early and gets a bottle of red ink and a brush from the closet before heading down to the entrance hall. He sets his camera down a little ways away on a table and turns on the feed to broadcast what he's about to do.

On a large mirror there, he paints the following message:]


To the Queen of Hearts—
I'd like to speak to you.
It's about your sword.
—瀬多総司

[He steps aside and lets that stay on the network for a few seconds, then retrieves his camera and shuts it off.]
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[At first glance, there's absolutely nothing different to notice about Hector whatsoever. And really, for anyone that's aware of his history with things like Aztec curses and such, that's no surprise. His body language is a little looser, his tone and smile perhaps a tad sharper and colder, but overall...There's very little to notice that's different.

However, while he's been fairly quiet in the halls and over the network and everywhere in between, it's because his mirror and he have been battling it out for dominance, and the mirror's won, simply through dirty tactics and using what is their own weaknesses against him. It just has taken time, since it's been so long since he's been squishy and mortal, that it's made more sense to feel everything out first.

So, when the feed kicks on, there's Hector. Or. Rather. There's the mirror version of Hector, prodding at his own middle with a long-nailed finger. And when he speaks up, his voice is far bouncier than the real's, with a touch of absolutely sadistic amusement of the sort you'll never hear from the one that really resides on this side of the mirror.]


It be a damned shame, truly, that a body can be this damn skinny and twiggy and still be soft around the middle. Really, what does this fool do, sit around with 'is never-ending supply of apples? Him and that idiot he calls an associate? [He snorts at that, because the Jack on the other side of the mirror is twice as stupid and three times as intolerable, in his opinion.]

Well, I'm stuck here in this lazy, good-for-nothing soft moron's body. What be there to do on this side that's fun.

[ooc; Catch-all for Hector! o/ Replies can come from either, so specify which one you want. c:]

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Oct. 28th, 2013 08:20 pm
ahousedivided: and then die. (This car makes me want to weep)
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i'm sorry if i smell i can't shower he's watching 8(

i justVFEGI;WKHLB,©ÏÎÔ˚ÒÏÎ…ÓÒ¨ˆ®£¢¨™HAT IS NOT HOW YOU USE THIS ST OP.

i might be safe i think he's illiterate.





correction: semi-illiterate.

O NC... SMELLNOT OITS OKEY. ARMEE LIFE WUYRSE U SO PRTTY ÏÔ©Ï√Ï ©ÏÇΠ©U© ©U©

©U©

i think that is him smiling at me. confirmation: it is his smile at me. in my head. i'm so uncomfortable right now. help.

he just drew a picture of a bunch of dogs(?) on fire dancing around a plant.

...he says that it's a drawing of the 1099 seige of jerusalem except the crusaders are werewolves. i don't. i don't even know what that is. or what it's supposed to signify. nodon'ttEL MEILOVEHYOU LIKEW FIREE∂≈EEEEE NO KISSING ALOWED 2 NYONE ELS


[ Replies from America: [personal profile] ahousedivided || Mirror America: [personal profile] rockflagandeagle ]
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[personal profile] 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]

[Video]

Oct. 26th, 2013 08:06 pm
donttestme: (Ha... pp... y?????)
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[At first, it's just a video of a blank wall, trembling a little - but then whoever's holding the device raises it up to their face: It's Chell. Well, it looks like her, but that expression is very not-Chell.

Her eyes are wide and she looks scared and confused and more importantly, she's talking. Loudly. A lot.]


I'M NOT DEAD?! But I'm not me either?!

MIRRORS ARE YOU OKAY DID YOU MAKE IT OVER HERE TOO?! REPORT! How are you doing did the roots get you?? Have you heard from anyone else? Are you all stuck in your Reals too because I think maybe I am and she's noaaaAERK --- fshfu-

[A funny look crosses her face, and the device falls from her hands. There's a few seconds of it just recording the floor, but in the background, Chell whines. She stumbles against a wall, by the sound of it, but she goes quiet. A moment passes, and the device is picked up again: This time, Chell's expression is more controlled, more tired, more annoyed.]

Don't touch the plants.

[She says firmly, nearly through her teeth. Then she ends the video.]

((ooc: You can specify who you are replying to, or leave it to chance, as Mell and Chell struggle to agree on a timeshare arrangement for control.))
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[ Daniel wakes up in his hotel room in the village of Altstadt. He is definitely in Altstadt, and certainly not in a room in Wonderland which has styled itself to look exactly the same. And, it logically follows, this room is definitely not broadcasting a video of him without his knowledge or consent.

THAT ESTABLISHED,

Daniel springs out of a restless sleep and sits up on the edge of his bed, blinking in the morning light. It must be earlier than it looks, because nobody has come to knock him up, and he definitely asked to be knocked up at 7am promptly. He was very clear in asking to be knocked up.

They'd better not have forgotten. Might they have done? This is sort of a ghetto guest-house, if you want his honest opinion. There's not even a bell he can ring to call a servant.

Okay, Daniel doesn't have time to be annoyed by the inconveniences of rural life. His thoughts are too full of the last leg of his journey, which will be undertaken today, to the castle where he might finally find some safety -- so he stands up quickly, steps away from the bed. Lacking a clock, he just assumes he's late, and starts to undress hurriedly out of his woolen cap and night-shirt.

The network is still definitely not there, but if it were, it would probably now be broadcasting an early Victorian strip tease. ]


(( ooc: info and permissions post! [x] ))
cowhouse: (u done lost yo mind)
[personal profile] cowhouse
tl;dr backgroundy kind of things )

[At first there's mostly silence and the rustling of denim, broken by the odd groan or swear- but once he's gotten a better look at his surroundings:] What the hell is this, some kind of mansion? [-he's left with only one possible conclusion, one single, (almost) logical reason why he'd be in a friggin'  episode of Cribs when he'd fallen asleep in General Hospital. And he doesn't sound pleased about it at all:] 

Mr. White! Seriously, this isn't funny, man! I already said I'm in, fifty-fifty. It's on, yo! You didn't have to kidnap me for it, Jesus!

[There's more muffled grunting-] ...asshole-  [ and a few more minutes of indecipherable bitching before the feed cuts out as Jesse leans down to take a breather, hands bracing at his knees. 

Feel free to either run into his busted-up ass as he wanders the halls, or scare the bejesus out of him by responding through the network.]
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[The face in this video isn't as cheery and upbeat and enthusiastic as you may be used to seeing her normally. No, Mell is quite upset, her expression is beyond a pout and downright frowning, close to tears. Behind her it's just - green. A wall of leaves.]

The hedge maze is stupid. Don't even go in it, it's stupid and boring and dumb.

[Mell shuts off the feed with a button-mash that's a little harder than necessary and resumes crying at how horrible mazes are.]
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Mark is in his double's room, bent slightly over the fishtank in the corner, when he notices the red recording light from the wall mounted camera. He sets the jar of shrimp he was holding on the desk with a irritable huff and goes to shut it off--then, taken by a sudden impulse, pauses.
Steps back. Looks directly into the lens.

"You know what? You know what, I don't know who's watching, but I have something to say. I know it's not our fault, how we're made. I don't blame you for being broken--narcissistic--disaffected--sociopaths. But..."

What is this?

"We have a very brief, very limited existence, by the standards of our Others."

What is he doing?

"We wait and watch in enforced patience, and I am aware that it is a trial, for many..."

...Why can't he stop?

"But we are born into a place that we know has full capacity to grant wishes. Right now we even have leave to do whatever we wish. But this seems like an ordinary day on the other side, to me. And ordinary days really aren't much. And. I'm disappointed, I suppose. In all of us."

Finally, as if something has released its hold on him, he lunges for the camera. Viewers might catch an expression of abject horror on his face before the feed cuts off.

He can be found rushing out of the mansion, trying not to look at any of the cameras he passes on his way, or, later, out in the hedge maze--it's the first hiding place he thinks of. In his hurry, he might have forgotten that his comm device is still in his pocket.
carbon_knight: (phone)
[personal profile] carbon_knight
M!Mark doesn't like being watched much. And he's aware that, vacation or no vacation, the Realside's cameras and communicators have an unfortunate tendency to turn themselves on. So for the most part, he spends his time outdoors, returning only to eat and to take care of his real's pets--on the condition that Mark watch his, of course.

Today he's set up a little camp down by the docks—there would be more shade under the trees, and there's the new, intriguing rumor of something happening out there--but he'd wanted to visit the spot, and, since he has a bill to settle, he doesn't want to be completely impossible to find.

He's sent a note with his location to Mell:

Do you have a good sense of direction?
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[personal profile] reluctantcetra
[ This mirror looks so much like her real it's slightly off putting. She's donned a pink dress, her hair up in a long braid that comes to a stop mid-back. She might be lacking a pink ribbon or a little green marble to tuck up in there (she searched for them already - no dice), but she really is Aerith's twin.

Except for that look in her eyes. Empty would be the most accurate way to describe it.

While some mirrors might be excited about tossing through the rooms of the mansion on this side, she finds herself feeling completely apathetic about the situation. She's just a tool, right? A means to an end. Tools don't enjoy themselves, they don't have personal items, and they don't care.

Mirror Aerith is wandering the hallways, a hand trailing against the wall. It's something tangible, and that always anchors her to the here and now, rather than falling to any darkness that dwells within her. Darkness that she hasn't experienced, but she knows enough about her abilities to just keep them tightly locked up and away.

She brings out her device, texting the realside at large because of reasons.
]

Has anyone been outside in the gardens? It seems like it would be the perfect time to take a visit. Who knows when we'll have to chance again. Would anyone like to join me?

[ It's more of a courtesy than anything, and Mirror Aerith makes it a point to avoid people. This time, though, things are so different...maybe she can see what it feels like to be normal. To enjoy herself a little.

To be like her real.

Anyone can find her in the entrance hall or even outside, eyes unfocused and gazing in the distance. She's a little spacey, that's all.
]
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[personal profile] dreamsoftreacle
[For the first time in event-announcing history, the Dormouse looks directly at the camera, glaring. Of course, he’s not very threatening, being a tiny mouse in a teacup, but hell hath no fury like a sleepless Dormouse.]

How can anyone get any shut-eye with all this commotion?!

[By this commotion, of course, he means the Chess Match and the subsequent aftermath.]

Hmph. Hopefully your prize ends soon. It feels loud now, but it’s only going to get louder with all your whining and sincerity and it’s going to be maddeningly difficult to get any peace and quiet here!

Do try to go back to your celebrations more quietly, would you?

[And the Dormouse sinks back down into his cup and the feed shuts off on its own. This post is viewable to Real Side only, so only Mirrors may reply.]
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[personal profile] recitings
[Fellow mirrors, behold a friendly-looking man in red at one of the tea rooms with a full tea time setting laid out before him-- lots of little finger foods and the like. He doesn't care what the time is, though. He does what he wants. You might have seen him as that one real thing who got murdered by Yousuke on the chess board, or if you were fortunate enough to meet him through the mirror, you might somehow recognize him as the man once disguised as "G".

In any case, he seems the very opposite of his real self: open, seemingly friendly, and at the same time very shameless. And he punctuates this by propping up his legs on the plush chair right across from him.]


Quite the place my opposite's been enjoying for a while-- not as if he was enjoying it at all. It's almost a pity that we only have a week to spend here. I, for one, would truly love to take his place here and enjoy all this permanently.

I guess it can't be helped, then. If we have but a week, might as well enjoy it to the fullest! Ah, but where are my manners? I'm very certain you all don't know me yet. While my opposite would much rather go into hiding, I'll let you all know clearly who I am: I'm Genesis Rhapsodos, former rebel leader, now a dedicated soldier to her majesty.

Come have tea with me. Or booze. Whatever's good and whatever you're up for. I'd like to get to know you all, too. We could be friends.

[And there's a little slyness at the end of his speech there. There's really no telling what he means by that, or if he truly genuinely wants to make friends.]
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[personal profile] breakitapart
[It's your friendly neighborhood Mirror!Kid, smiling oh so pleasantly behind his bandanna as he faces the camera.]

This is proving to be quite the nice vacation, isn't it? There are so many interesting places and things to examine here. And such a wealth of materials not always afforded to us Mirrors. For instance, look at what I have found among my double's possessions.

[He ducks out of camera view for a moment, then reappears with what looks like a giant, horrible, shoulder-mounted cannon of some kind.]

Do you suppose our fair queen would accept it if I presented it to her? It may well be a fine addition to her arsenal.
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Captives of Wonderland, my shackled brethren, I have a question. Or ten.

Who are you?

No, really. Who the hell are you? All of you. I've been hearing some names — familiar names — and I find that very disconcerting. Which is saying something because we're all currently living in a storybook. Brigadoon doesn't have anything on this place.

So, I want to know more. Are you famous back home? Are your friends famous? What's everyone famous for?

I'm looking for some truly, truly worthwhile gossip here, so how about it? Is your neighbor actually Superman? I wanna know. Is the gal downstairs actually Barnabas Collins in drag? I wanna know. Give me your details and in return? Pie.

I've got a little bake "sale" going on outside if you're more comfortable sharing your friends' secrets in-person, so how about it?

And remember, campers, knowing is only half the battle.

[Come one, come all. Xander will take all your juicy gossip. Why? Because this is the best way to learn about people. Ask someone to describe themselves and they're going to describe what they feel is right, not necessarily what is right.]



[[OOC: Since there are so many opportunities for breaking the Fourth Wall here, please respect all players' wishes when it comes to canon puncturing and fourth walling. Also, if you don't want Xander to recognize your character, please note that when you tag in. He's pop culture savvy, but a few years behind current popular culture, so he wouldn't recognize characters from Supernatural, but he'd have no problem recognizing characters from Fullmetal Alchemist. And, as always, if you have questions, feel free to PM!]]

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[personal profile] testmetestmetestme
[Say who's that in front of the big door? It's Mell! There's a red-orange glowing hole in the floor beside her, y'know, just in case, and looking down it you'll see... the wall across from Chell's room. Which is on the tenth floor.

Physics aside, Mell seems to be taking her shot writing on the door. Her message before she starts:]


Don't worry, guys! I got this! I had a friend in my world who could hack passwords! So it's only a matter of time before I get this one!!

[And then she starts writing:]

A A A A A A A A

[She waits, and then rubs it out and goes again:]

A A A A A A A B

[... Guys?]

A A A A A A A C

[Guys.]

A A A A A A A D

[Stop her.]

A A A A A A A E
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[personal profile] righteously
[It's a short video this time. Dean's onscreen with a shotgun resting on his shoulder, face serious.]

First of all, a big thanks to the jackass who decided to poke the door with a stick. Really awesome, solid work on that one. Great going.

[He is just so unbelievably sarcastic about that. Really. You don't even know.]

Everyone else, get up to the bar. Lock the doors, pile the tables in front of it and sit tight

[Text to Sam.]

I think you better sit this one out, man.

[ooc: I asked around and people seemed in favor of the idea of one great big organized post with subsections, so feel free to keep your Bandersnatch shenanigans in here, or ignore it completely and do your own post thang!]
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[personal profile] testmetestmetestme
[a formal apology to anyone hoping to keep the 'mirrors are out' thing secret.]

Whichever John was going to show me the gardens?? I'm here!! This is Mell!!! 0u0 I'm behind the mansion!!

[and true enough, Mell is standing outside of the mansion - she looks exactly like Chell, naturally, only her jumpsuit is zipped up all the way and powder blue, and her hair is bleached blonde. She has a huge grin on her face and she's bouncing excitedly in her pink longfall boots.]



[... And, later...]

[Private to... Buckingham, however that's going to work]

BUCKINGHAM are you over here?? I gotta show you something!! :D :D :D
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[ Perhaps to exercise cruel and horrifying irony, Rose wakes up in the middle of a rose garden. Furthermore, she finds herself Doctorless and TARDISless. Not that it matters that much. He wasn't there for her back in London, either. Whole of the world in danger and he just... Was unconscious. Unfair it may be of her to be so demanding of him, but the abandonment she felt and still feels pierces like a knife and if anybody knows how to be bitter and petty when wounded, it's Rose. Her arrival is disquieting at best and staggering at worst. The girl who speaks is distressed, and has a very thick London accent. ]

What's all this, then? Some sort of -- transport? Well, you've gone and got yourself in a bit of a twist, haven't you? 'Cause I'm not alone. Not ever. He wouldn't just leave me here. This place. Strange, innit? Bit... Spring-like. Nice, for a kidnapping. And callin' it Wonderland, hah!

[ She really does crack up, bust out laughing. Is that a nervous edge to her voice? Perhaps. Perhaps it is. But she hides it well. ]

Fat lot of good that name is. No... Stoned caterpillar or nothin', is there? Alright then, identify yourselves! Who's behind all this? He's gonna find me, y'know. He'll wake up. He'll come for me.
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[personal profile] pissant
Garcia if you could run the name Frances Dr-

[Something danced in the corner of his eye and an odd sort of noise that sounded faintly like a record skip filled his ears and he stopped, blinked, and stared into the room he had been walking into once more. Though something was off...

This wasn't the Unsubs room.

It was too clean first of all, that was perhaps the biggest difference. The Unsubs room had been trashed but this was perfect, it almost looked as though no one at all lived in it. Not to mention the whole layout had changed completely. Where the bed had once stood in the center of the room there was blank space, the bed now finding a home against the far right hand corner of the room, and rather than having four haphazardly displayed dressers scattered throughout there was only the one pushed against the far side wall.

He blinked furiously, concerned he might be seeing things which was more disconcerting then any other option there possibly was floating through his mind at this point. When he opened his eyes once more completely he found nothing had changed and moved to pull the phone away from his ear and found that, that too had changed. It was seemingly newer than his own, and appeared to be a matte black rather than the silver of the one he was so used to seeing. What the hell was going on here?! He panicked slightly and tried to figure out how to use the phone in his hand.]


Garcia? Garcia!? Penelope!

[He wasn't that great with this kind of phone and he had no idea if he was actually doing something or if he was just yelling into nothing. He spun around quickly, flinging open the door in an attempt to get back into the living room he'd just been walking from to get to the Unsubs room but... that wasn't there either. Instead there was a long hallway with seemingly hundreds of doors.

His breathing was heavy as he spun around to see the room he'd just come out of once more. Nothing had changed and now he started panicking. Not because he was worried about being somewhere else but... because of the fear that this wasn't real at all. That it was all some sort of twisted trick his mind was playing on him.]


HOTCH!? DEREK!? JJ!?

[He srood in the middle of the hallway swallowing hard.]

Anyone?
mausetitolemy: (turned up nose)
[personal profile] mausetitolemy
[Someone is dressed to impress today - or rather, dressed to stand out amidst the other entries you might see on the network.

She has every reason to, of course. With a twenty-four hour hallpass to the real side, Nefertiri isn't taking any chances.
]

has anybody seen that girl? )
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[personal profile] paper_knight
[Let's backdate this to not-Christmas-Eve, ok? Ok.]

With a little extra motivation behind him, Mark's found his door hidden in one of the stairwells. It would be quite ordinary, a replica of Mark's front door at home, but the light that shines through the glass is an unnatural red, and no matter how hard he looks he can't seem to make out what's on the other side. And the lock...the lock, unsurprisingly, is Weird Puzzle Shit, multiple spinning dials of numbers and colored lights and odd symbols.

Mark's crouched down beside it now, working on it, cross referencing the symbols on the door with the articulated segments of his equally bizarre, code-drenched key.

After yet another unsuccessful combination (trial-and-error is an important method here), he sighs and stretches his back with an audible crackling sound. Solving two puzzles at once is hard.

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