I found life out on the weekdays

[datglass]

WHO: Mirror Master and you...
WHERE: Anywhere!
WHEN: Between the 13th-15th.
WARNINGS: Oh, I don't know??
SUMMARY: McCulloch explores the City and spies on a lot of people while he does it.
FORMAT: Quick?

The most obvious thing McCulloch noticed about this place was that he couldn't get back to the Mirror Lands. Not for lack of trying, of course, but every attempt he made just took him down a long tunnel lined with windows for every mirror and reflective surface which he could sure still peer through, but it wasn't the same. He couldn't find or do what he wanted with the same kind of ease.

But there's aye a something; he'd learn to use it just like he'd learned to use the Mirror Land. He ran down the tunnel, peering through each window as he went to get a feel of this place. It may have been New York, but he didn't know if it was New York or alternate New York or Mirror New York or what -- or who else was here, but so far he was just seeing the same old mundane things like people brushing their teeth, objects in the rear view mirror, birds hitting windows, women putting on makeup. (Way too much rogue, but that was Americans for you.)

Comments

[onblackwings]

[ If there's one thing any dragon loves — besides gems and shiny metals — it would have to be reflective surfaces. How else are you going to admire said gems and shiny metals after you've draped them over yourself if you don't at least have a placid lake to admire yourself in?

And the City, Khisanth has to admit, has a few better options than just lakes around. She's currently perched at the edge of a sizable skyscraper, admiring her reflection in the mostly-glass much-taller skyscraper next to it. She'd acquired a very nice diamond necklace for herself, and a quick growth spell had made it big enough to fit neatly at the base of her neck in this form, too.

So here's this giant black dragon, draped over a building and mostly out of the glow of the streetlights below, tilting her head this way and that for the best view of her newest bling. Very classy. ]

[datglass]

[ McCulloch's face appears in that reflective skyscraper, looking at both the giant dragon and the giant diamond necklace she's wearing. He grins. ]

Well that's just pure dead brilliant, naebody told me New York had dragons.

[onblackwings]

[ Oh. Well. That's... weird. Khisanth blinks at this odd face (a quick dart of a glance around, just to make sure it's not... a reflection, or something she's missing) and leans in a little closer. ]

Only two. [ Odd, she can't get his scent. Maybe he's not really here? ] Who are you?

[datglass]

Two mair than I've met. [ He leans on the edge of the window within the reflection, hand on his hip. ] Course, yer the first face I've seen aroon'. Name's Mirror Master, howzitgaun?

[onblackwings]

[ Man, that accent. She'd thought only people in movies sounded like that! ]

Mirror Master? [ snort! ] You're new, then. It sounds like you showed up perfectly prepared, though. [ This could be a smile, except surely no well-meaning expression could include that many sharp teeth. ] I'm Khisanth.

[datglass]

[ Gosh, rude. ]

Aye. Ya know what they say 'boot being prepared. Seem a bit trapped though, eh? [ He tilts his head. ] Ya make it sound like we away at camp.

[onblackwings]

It's something like that.

[ Or... from what she understands "away at camp" to mean BUT SHE'S SEEN MOVIES, OKAY. so many movies. ]

You may be here for just two weeks, or... [ Have you ever seen a dragon shrug? It involves a lot of wing movement. ] Two years.

[bringerofwar]

[Midnighter is in the little bathroom of his apartment, standing over the sink with a towel around his hips, newly dyed hair sticking out in all sorts of odd directions. He's occupied with scrubbing the blood and various other gritty bits off of his costume, but he still glances sharply upwards when he sees movement out of the corner of his eyes in the mirror.

So. Yep. There's definitely a strange dude. In his mirror.]

Oh, what fresh Hell is this?

[datglass]

[ When spotted, he moves to the middle of the mirror and waves to Midnighter before he crosses his arms. ]

Nowt I haven't seen before, gent, dinnae fash yerself. [ He means don't worry. ]

[bringerofwar]

[Midnighter opens his mouth. And closes his mouth. And opens it again. Who is this guy.

He drops the sleeve he'd been scrubbing back into the sink and levels a look at the guy in his mirror.]

Well fuck, so long as you're comfortable.

[datglass]

[ Evan pops his head out of the mirror, peering at the blood stains. ]

That your blood? Plug someone, eh?

[bringerofwar]

[Alright, so that's a really freaking useful ability. Midnighter debates briefly whether or not to grab the guy by the throat and haul him out into the room, but holds back. For now.]

Really. How much does it look like I've been bleeding tonight? [Hey, he's been barged in on while mostly naked, Midnighter feels he's entitled to be a dick here. And besides, all the gouges and scrapes from his messy night out have faded to little pink marks here and there, ones that'll be gone in another couple hours thanks to his accelerated rate of healing.] I don't punch and tell.

[datglass]

Willnae aboot to look ya over for wounds, man. [ He wrinkles his nose and waves his hand. Gayyyy. ] I was hoping for stories. Little banter, awright? Nae need to hold it back. Name's Mirror Master so now we know one another.

14th? :D

[snidepiper]

[So Lenny had shown up. That's not awful. He can handle it. He'd prefer Mick, or even Wally if he's being super greedy (he could even handle Barry), or James... but you know what?

Snart's not the worst. So he was combing his hair in the bathroom of the MAC apartment he was still in because it beat homelessness, trying to relax.

And then he turned to go--and froze, because he was sure, suddenly sure he had caught a glimpse of orange and green from the corner of his eye.]

14th works 8D

[datglass]

[ McCulloch wasn't out to sight-see in particular, just explore. Peek around a bit and move on, that was his doss. Too many windows, too little time and all that, but as he was moving he thought he saw someone familiar. Surely not, but--

He double back for a moment, poking his head into the window he'd just passed by. ]

Oh c'mon.

eee :3

[snidepiper]

Oh, no. No, no. [shit it's him. It really is. What is this week turning into.]

Get out here.

8)))

[datglass]

Howzitgaun, Piper? [ Well now he doesn't feel like scurrying off. ] Arnae interrupt anythin', am I?

[snidepiper]

Only my life.

[heading back to the mirror, resting his hands on the sink edges and frowning into it. Trying to let Evan see he's not afraid of his little tricks when seriously he would rather see any other face and that includes half a dozen gothamites, right now.]

How long have you been in the City?

[datglass]

Only a wee time. [ That's as specific as he's going to get, though. ] Don't tell me it's just th' three of us here. What good are ya supposed to be?

[incywincyhero]

[Spidey's afternoon patrol has been interrupted by a webbing malfunction. He's currently perched on a rooftop with his gloves off, futzing with the jammed (and very shiny) web-shooter.]

Argh, sonuva --

[datglass]

[ And lucky you, Spidey, just at that moment there's a face in the reflection! ]

You're not talkin' to me are ya, Red?

[incywincyhero]

[Spidey starts back on reflex, which ... isn't very helpful given that his wrist comes along with.]

Gah!

[Whew. Spider-sense may not be tingling, but that was ... unexpected.]

Buddy, you just came this close to giving me a very premature heart attack.

[datglass]

[ Evan wiggles his fingers. ]

Awright now, then? Would've knocked, but -- [ Well, he knocks against the reflection. ] Nae much point, aye?

[incywincyhero]

Uh, aye.

So do you make a habit out of popping up in innocent spiders' web-shooters, or am I just special? Or, alternately, hallucinating leprecauns. Weirder things have happened, and you are the right color.

[datglass]

Web-shooters? That what ya call it? [ He looks around, examining the... environment. ] Was exploring a wee bit an'all, big city, right? Wonderin' should I be insulted ya jist called me Irish.