Not Even Dental Hygiene is Safe [INCOMPLETE]

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WHO: Islington, Jaime
WHERE: Casa del YA + Blue Beetle
WHEN: February 24, nighttime
WARNINGS: Creepy.
FORMAT: *never answers this ever again just watch.*
SUMMARY: Well, Jaime's just over here, minding his own business...


One thing right after another, it seemed. If people weren't disappearing, they were temporarily going nuts or some other crazy attack or incident was going down. Just like home. Except...well, most of that kind of stuff went on away from El Paso. It wasn't one thing right after another right next door. Well, not usually.

Excluding the Reach attacks, the mutant dog, Parasite...

"Yeah, those," Jaime muttered aloud as he yanked his night shirt on over his head. "At least the mutant dog didn't explode into chemical goop."

He ran a hand through his hair and shook it, trying to dry some of the ends faster while he squinted at himself in the bathroom mirror. Should probably shave tomorrow before he started looking like a hobo. Tomorrow, because it had been a long day. Robin was still missing, and he didn't have much of a lead outside of some psychic's vague message. He was worried about Brian, too. After that whole freakout...

Tomorrow. That would be tomorrow's problems. He nodded resolutely, snatching his toothbrush from the cup of assorted brushes and opened the mirror cabinet to get the toothpaste.

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later than a late thing

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Being free from its prison ought to have meant that it had something to do with itself, even on weekday evenings. It should not have been sitting at its kitchen table, contemplating drinking a bottle of wine alone versus watching people through their mirrors. It could, of course, fill up the bathtub and watch people a bit more casually, but generally speaking, it disapproved of such blatant wasting of water. The wine had been rather expensive, too.

Well, then, that left the bathroom mirror. Might as well make good use of a little casual perusing of the neighborhood. It was fairly certain of the marquis's whereabouts, but it had no idea what she was doing in the City. Setting its hand against the mirror, it peered into it. Well, this did not appear to be her home unless she lived with the man that Islington was presently staring at. He did not look like the sort of person that Door would spend time with (far too clean for one), but she was out of her element here, and one never quite knew what sort of company people kept when one was not there. Alternatively, he might be able to give Islington directions.

It coughed softly and said, "Excuse me."

*DELIGHTED LIKE A DELIGHTED THING.*

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Jaime was in the process of squirting toothpaste onto his toothbrush when a voice spoke. His first instinct was to glance across towards the door to see if someone needed in, and, finding none, blinked and turned his head to--

"DAH!" he all but shrieked, jumping backwards and hitting the shower door. Toothpaste splattered on the sink cabinet and floor as he fumbled for footing. He gaped, clutching a towel rack.

There is a face in the mirror.

A face that is not my face.

There is a chick in the mirror talking to me.

"Uh...buh," he stammered dumbly. Words weren't exactly processing right, considering there was a stranger's face in the mirror.

I FAILED LIKE A FAILING THING at tagging and you are probably on hiatus right now.

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Islington looked around for what had frightened him, and after bothering to look behind it in case someone were trying to sneak up on it (it did not put much beyond the marquis), decided that maybe it had scared him. Oh. Well, that was rather a bother. It ought to apologize for showing up unannounced, really, because that was rather rude of it, and it had not wanted to cause such a fuss. It smiled. "I am sorry. Have I caught you at a bad time?" it said.

It glanced at where the toothpaste had fallen and sighed. "You had best take a towel to that before someone tracks it all over the house, you know." It added, "I will wait," and settled down on its counter, a few fingers lazily held against the mirror, comfortably waiting for Jaime to finish cleaning up the toothpaste.

hi...........LMFAO *stares at timestamps and sobs

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Okay.

Granted, there had been some weird stuff going on in his life since the Scarab decided to play house in his spine. Space adventures, alien invasions, battling mutant monsters...okay. Sure. Those were the kind of things that were probably on every cape's yearly to-do list anyway. He could understand having to deal with that.

Nobody said anything about chicks popping up in the mirror after showertime. Rather--if they did, Jaime didn't get that memo.

So color him dumbfounded. And maybe more than a little irritated this had to happen so close to a point in time without pants.

"Uh," came another brilliant response to Islington's remarks. He took another minute to try and process words. "Look, uh...lady? No offense or anything, but...what the crap are you doing in my mirror?"

if I don't look at the month, I can pretend that it's on time!

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It made a face. It did not mind being questioned, even with an off-the-cuff rudeness that it did not find particularly endearing, but it found the human insistence on assigning it a gender constantly painful. "I am not a— lady as you so charmingly put it, so if you could refrain from using the word, I would be much obliged."

"I was in search of the Lady Door Portico. I am unsure as to what she calls herself in this city. Have you met her by any chance?" Islington gave what was supposed to be a winning smile. Really, it was such a bother trying to find people who liked to hide under aliases. She ought to accept that, after all she had done to it, she deserved precisely what she had coming and reveal her location to it. Hiding was wholly undignified.

"—Oh, and, child, I do hope that you will believe me when I say that I had just arrived and was not watching you as you bathed." The angel drew a few wiggly sigils in the steam that remained on the bathroom mirror.

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"Okay, uh...ma'am," Jaime tried, not really getting the whole don't-label-me-with-a-gender thing, blinking dumbly back at it as he processed its inquiries. Door? Well, maybe this one's called Window.

...God, that's not even funny right now.

He opened his mouth to reply, but his jaw fell at Islington's next remark, once again aware of his surroundings again. "Oh...God, uh--Yeah. Thanks for...that..." He smacked a hand to his forehead and grumbling a bit.

"Eruh...'Lady Door Portico'? Is she a friend of yours or something?"

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Islington resigned itself to being called ma'am. Some humans just couldn't get their heads around the idea of choosing to be genderless. It made polite address rather a pain either way.

It smirked a little at the boy's look of mild horror because, really, the idea of ogling a human made its stomach turn. "Oh, the least I could do, dear boy."

"She is an acquaintance from home. I thought I ought to greet her and inform her of my arrival."