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]

[ 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.

[bringerofwar]

Just out of curiosity, how often do you go looking in strange men's bathrooms for "banter," Mirror Master? [Yeah you better bet he did those finger quotes. Midnighter reaches for the tap and switches it off, since there's a head sticking out of his mirror and he's pretty sure he's not going to get back to scrubbing for awhile.] Midnighter.

[datglass]

Haw, dain't read intae it, ya muppet. [ He crosses his arms. ] I wisnae gaun to stop and chat afair you brought the patter to me.

[bringerofwar]

[Midnighter raises an eyebrow. He's not exactly Captain Grammar, but he's 100% sure half those words weren't words at all.] Now you're not even pretending to speak English.

[datglass]

C'mon, ya daft or something? I'm speaking clear as a bell, boy.

[bringerofwar]

"Boy", really? How old are you?

[datglass]

'Roond thirty, give'r take 'er a coople months. [ Smiles! ]