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

[datglass]

[ Without any light he'll be hard-pressed to find her, so he's pacing irritably when she gets back. ]

Just where are we gaun?

[onblackwings]

Gansevort, I think. Very attractive place. [ That hand is still out, waiting. ] I hope you arrived with money.

[datglass]

[ Skeptically he takes her hand -- why not, he can always get away if things go sour. ] Got a wee bit of dosh on me, aye. I'll be needin' it?

[onblackwings]

Well, unless you plan on stealing our drinks.

[ And they're off! Just as instant as the rest of her magic, the joint teleportation lands them smack in the middle of... a really upscale nightclub, 20 stories up with floor-to-ceiling windows set to make the most of the view. ]

Our first stop. I hope it's to your liking.

[datglass]

Phew. [ He looks around, and reflections of him appear along the windows as he checks the place out. He nods approvingly. ]

This place is pure class awright. Dain't worry 'boot the drinks, Khis'. [ Guess he gave her a nickname. One of his reflection selves pulls two drinks into one of the metal trays before popping out of the nearest window to them. ] Savin' me cash for something, see.

[onblackwings]

[ She cocks a brow at the nickname, but... doesn't comment! It's acceptable. And probably better than Booga's "Santhy". ]

Convenient. [ smile... widening... ] You must not be one of those men that puts on a costume to run around and rescue people.

[datglass]

Pure brilliant, isn't it? [ He passes her one of the drinks. ] I put on a costume to run around fer whoever's paying me maist. Simple.

[onblackwings]

It's always a pleasure to meet someone with good sense. [ Accepting that drink, and she even raises it in a quick little mock toast. ] And you've already shown a good deal more than half of the imported population here.

[datglass]

Lookit me blushing. [ He grins. ] Ya come here often, then?

[onblackwings]

Less than I used to.

[ She's looping an arm through his, the better to guide him to a nearby small table. ]

New as you are, I'm sure you won't see it — but the City gets very old. I've relocated.

[datglass]

[ Allows himself to be led. ]

Tae where? Lucky me runnin' in tae ya, then.

[onblackwings]

Lucky you, indeed. A very pleasant swamp, some thousand miles outside of the City.

[datglass]

What's a swamp got that a city dain't?

[onblackwings]

[ just a touch dreamily: ] Decent meals. Fresh air. Privacy. And most notably, a wholesome lack of irritating heroes.

[datglass]

Och, I like me a hero now an' then. They're right fun, know?

[onblackwings]

Oh, now and then I might find one I like. But they do tend to try the patience.

[datglass]

Tae each their own, eh? [ He sips his drink, glancing around the room again -- maybe hoping there's someone in here he can score some blow from, later. ] Got a favorite?

[onblackwings]

Batman. [ Immediate, definitely no thinking about that one. ] He's "right fun".

[datglass]

[ He raises his eyebrows, attention on her again. ]

Batman, he's here?

[onblackwings]

He is. [ Now that smile's on him, sharp and interested. ] You're from his world?

[datglass]

[ He nods, a little disinterestedly. ]

But I dain't frequent Gotham.

[onblackwings]

Oh. [ man, laaaame. the interest fades off again. ] From what you hear around here, you would think Gotham was the only city in that world.

[datglass]

[ He makes a face. ]

Don't like me th' sound o' that.

[onblackwings]

[ Glancing over again, over the rim of her glass. ]

Why not?

[datglass]

Folks from Gotham are high on their cuddie. That and th' lot are mental.