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1. TEXT

Who caught the announcement for that one? Because in case you haven't had a chance to admire the view, we're in the middle of nowhere, and as far as I can tell this wasn't part of the schedule.

2. MIRROR WRITING, ENTRANCE HALL

[ The Jabberwock's disappearance took everybody else's incentive with it, or so it feels to him these days. In the aftermath he worries more than people did before, but it doesn't seem like he'll have all that much company with his concerns this time around. How he can go about changing that is a question for another day. First it's time to investigate.

He goes where his message will be seen, inevitably by his side, but more importantly by the other. His distaste for the inquiry is palpable, but there are only so many options he's got on short notice. He lifts a black marker, and finds the letters ordering themselves effortlessly... as he suspected they would.
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.ᐴ⅃AT OT 555 / 5 OT ƎMOƆ .ИAƆ UOY ᖷI ,TI M⅃Iᖷ .ЯAƎH ЯO ƎƎƧ UOY ᎮИIHTYЯƎVƎ ƎM ⅃⅃ƎT .ƎM ЯOᖷ ƎЯOƆ ƎHT ИO ᐴƆƎHƆ OT YᗡOᙠƎMOƧ ᗡƎƎИ I

[ He pens down the message on the entrance hall mirror, and leaves shortly afterwards. He expects objections, follow-up questions, and unsolicited conversations to boot, but those can be held on the fifth floor, in the semi-privacy of his designated room. ]

3. ACTION, FIFTH FLOOR - ROOM 555

[ Short of not feeling like standing around in the entrance hall Philip didn't exactly make a big secret of his location. He'll spend most of the day there, waiting. Inevitably available for visitors and contacts, should anybody from either side of the looking-glass be curious about the message. ]
thatholeinside: Fall Out Boy - I Don't Care (Machine Shop Remix) (I'm the oracle in my chest)
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[Oh, there's a terrible event for the Mirrors going on? Sorry, but the Mirror Once-ler can't hear all of your petty whining over his amazing new suit.

You see, the Mirror Once-ler is cleverer than his Real, and more deliberately conniving. He took the entirety of Real Once-ler's stock of Truffula tufts (including the ones he was recently forced into purchasing by his Shadow), hauled them down to the vendors, and made the compelling argument that the Real Once-ler would probably try to get them back. And if he did buy them back, he would essentially have paid twice as much in memories for them as he would have otherwise.

He was rewarded for all of his hard, sneaky work with three pink suits and a golden ax. One thing he learned from watching that chess match is that he never wants to be forced into something like that without a weapon, and with his traitor mark he only has so many opportunities to obtain such things. But he feels good now, better than he has in months. Not looking like a pauper is doing wonders for his ego. And pink has always been a great color on him. And he has a golden ax. Life is good for the Mirror Once-ler.

So, he's decided to go break that ax in and that is the part captured on video. He wanders out to the woods, and finds a decent tree - though it's nothing like the trees he was familiar with, when there were trees to be familiar with - and with a couple of swings, it falls to the ground. He looks down at his ax with a smile and a nod. It's perfect.

Oh, but hey, is that camera on? Oh well. He doesn't really care. No one's bringing him down today.
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You know, this isn't so bad! I wish we could actually stay here. You know, long term.

[He seems a little surprised, since that was the truth event speaking for him, but he shrugs. Whatever, it's true. And this is why he still has his mark. He can be reached either by video or he can be found out on the grounds.]
thatholeinside: Fall Out Boy - I Don't Care (Machine Shop Remix) (It's just a matter of time)
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[As soon as the Mirror Once-ler hears the Queen's decree, he crosses.

This won't be like the last time. He's learned his lesson, and what knowledge he gained from disobedience was far from worth the trouble. He is unmistakably the Once-ler in physical appearance, but the style he has always prided himself on is diminished. As a traitor, he cannot use the closets. And as someone who has not made good friends and is far above begging to those who probably won't help, he has had to resort to handwashing his only green suit in his sink. It's frayed and worn now, and he truly looks like a fallen businessman.

The only brightly colored item on him is a Thneed, worn as a pink scarf to hide the traitor mark on his neck. He can still feel it, even now, but the determination to succeed has numbed it slightly.

As soon as he's on Realside, he makes a beeline for the door. He tried looking for a pen, but the closets don't listen to him here either. Eventually, he finds an old sharpie near the door - probably left over from someone else's guesses. And damn it, he is going to figure out what that is and take the prize to the Queen and get this goddamned mark removed. His hand subconsciously finds its way to his neck, to scratch at it while he thinks.

He writes down the first answer that comes to mind - R E M O R S E S. It seems to match the line about life-long regrets. But the letters sink in, and nothing seems to happen. No bad reaction, no good. The answer must be wrong.

Which makes it entirely reasonable for the Mirror Once-ler to start kicking at it in desperation.
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Argh! Stupid piece of shit door!

[He even tugs on the handle as hard as he can, but it's no use. He has no fear of the consequences of such things; his life is already ruined anyway.]

Action

Dec. 20th, 2012 01:52 pm
thatholeinside: Fall Out Boy - I Don't Care (Machine Shop Remix) (Can't take much more)
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[It took a couple of days, but the Mirror Once-ler found the door he had been searching for - his door, which was apparently in the pool area. Whatever was inside it, he was going to take for himself. He deserved it - he's the competent businessman, after all. As long as he grabbed another key (any key, because did it really matter?) he would be safe. He certainly wasn't concerned.

At least, he wasn't before he opened the door. When he was through, he did not calmly exit with his usual grace - he ran, pale, frightened, and breathing heavily. He could still almost hear it, even though the door was gone and the moment taken far away with it. He covers his ears.
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Shut up! Go away! I don't care!

[He needs to go home, and he needs to go home immediately. He looks around in a hurry, and while there are mirrors in the area, those would take a fraction of a second longer to reach. So, he runs and leans over the side of the pool. He only sees his scared face for a moment no longer than a blink, and he's gone.]

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