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]

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.

[onblackwings]

[ uh. ]

What is cuddie?

[datglass]

Ah. Y'know, horsie?

[onblackwings]

[ blank... stare... ]

They're high on their horses?

[datglass]

Aye, right! Big for their britches and all that.

[onblackwings]

[ just. sighing. and drinking a little more deeply. ]

And here I'd thought I'd heard most of what humans of this era could possibly pepper their speech with.

[datglass]

Ya from the future or somethin', Khis?

[onblackwings]

No. My world was something closer to the "medieval era" in your movies.

[datglass]

Ah, aye, yer a dragon. And ya time travel?

[onblackwings]

Only in having come here.

[datglass]

[ He raises his eyebrow. ]

Gaun?

[onblackwings]

[ She shrugs. ]

I've come from my world to this one, and traveled whatever time-discrepancies that involves. That's all.

[datglass]

Is 'at normal?

[onblackwings]

The Porter doesn't discriminate between the worlds it's picking from.

[datglass]

Th' rabbit hole jus' goes deeper and deeper, eh? [ Sips more of his drink. ]