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]

[ 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.

[incywincyhero]

Hey, I once had a team-up with a talking duck, all right? You could've been a Scottish leprechaun and it wouldn't have been any stranger.

[Headtilt.]

So, uh ... who are you when you're not, you know, exploring? And how d'you do that, anyway?

[datglass]

[ He holds up two fingers, and pushes one down with each answer. ]

I'm the Mirror Master. [ He thinks for a moment, and pushes the other finger down too. ] That co'er it? I think sae. Who're you?

[incywincyhero]

Spider-Man.

[He holds up a finger and points it at the spider on his chest, then up at his mask.]

Consider me covered.

[datglass]

[ He grins. ]

What's a Spider-Man dae, sit 'roond and catch flies?

[incywincyhero]

Well, catches thieves like flies, anyway. Or at least, that's how the song goes. How's a Mirror Master keep himself entertained, besides the obvious?

[datglass]

Go tae a lot o' magic shows an' improve on all the tricks.

[incywincyhero]

[He snorts.]

I bet that gives the audience a thrill. Not to mention the performers.

[datglass]

Aye. Best most acts get is a wee rabbit.

[incywincyhero]

In this day and age, really? I knew I was in an alternate universe, but I didn't think it was an alternate universe in the twenties.

[datglass]

[ He shrugs. ]

Best is all relative, aye? Their mirror work's nothin' special to me.

[incywincyhero]

Somehow I doubt a lady being sawed in half would impress you much, either.

[datglass]

Depends on 'ow the trick was done.

[incywincyhero]

[A chuckle.] I thought that's supposed to be a secret. The magician's code, and all that.

[datglass]

Nothin's a secret these days.