but when I took down my defenses

[mirrorbastard]

WHO: 8-year-old zombie MIRROR MASTER and YOU
WHERE: In ur reflections!!
WHEN: Wednesday (morning, at midnight) through Saturday
WARNINGS: Doubtful, but will edit as necessary
SUMMARY: You know how Evan has no tact and bounces around reflections with no respect to privacy or boundaries? Well at least as a child he's more polite about it. And maybe not as obnoxious to talk to.
FORMAT: Whatever!


He barely slept, anymore. He hadn't felt much need to since "the accident" just like he hadn't felt the need to eat much, but sometimes boredom won out over necessity and he settled in for a nap anyway. It did get boring, staying only in the mirror even if he could still look out it the same as always, or send clones out -- the clones had seemed off, sure, but they functioned. Too bad they couldn't drink beer for him.

But then he woke up, and everything was different.

He didn't know where he was. He definitely wasn't in Miss McCulloch's orphanage, or even Scotland, but rather some kind of abstract dark corridor with millions of windows dotting the endless abyss around him. He was cold, his skin slimy and pale like marble. He stood, slowly, and began skulking down the corridor, looking through the windows for someone that might help him. He was breathing hard, but not panicking, not crying. He just shivered, and knocked on the glass now and then, warily, when he thought he saw someone. (Sometimes he didn't even knock. He just looked out, in confusion or envy or curiosity.)

"Hullo?"

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UH FRIDAY idek

[motherflocker]

[ Oswald had been expecting McCullough to stop by much earlier during the week, and in fact, he was starting to wonder if he'd been freed from the obnoxious presence of a certain Scottish rogue when there was a knocking on the mirror in his washroom. He'd been just settling to leave, settling on which particular hostess would be his adornment for the night once he made it to the floor.

The knock made his hackles rise, and he turned, wincing and speaking before he'd even caught sight of who was through the mirror. ]

Ah, Mirror Master, I was wondering whe--

[ Wait, was that a child? ]

[mirrorbastard]

[ Evan blinks, then squints, through the mirror, sitting back slightly when Oswald looks at him. ]

What'd ya call me? [ He wrinkles his nose and leans a pale hand against the glass. ] D'ya know where I am, mister?

[motherflocker]

[ Ozzie took a step back, peering into the background of the mirror, as if he were looking for someone. ]

I mistook you for someone else, boy. [ He adjusts his own piece of glass against his eye, before he speaks up. ] I believe you have become the victim of a foolish waste of a costumed thief, [ a beat ] if he's taken to kidnapping.

[mirrorbastard]

Really? [ Evan's eyes widen, and he looks over his shoulder warily. ] I've nae even got the cally dosh to be worth it, how'm I supposed to get out o' here?

[ He hits his hands against the glass a little, but nothing happens. ]

[motherflocker]

[ He paused, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. ] What's your name? Perhaps there's something else he's after.

[ Unless the kid's Scottish royalty...there would have to be a damn good reason he was in there. ]

[faeless]

Wednesday morning, usual routine. Kenzi got up and...something was wrong. She fell to the floor because suddenly the couch was much higher up than normal. At least, that was her first thought. However she quickly became aware of the fact that it wasn't the couch that was the problem. It was her. She was suddenly smaller.

"What...the fae?" With that revelation she ran into the bathroom but the mirror was much too high up. She let out a frustrated growl and went to retrieve something she could stand on. Once in front of the mirror all she could do was stare. The complete and utter horror on her face was probably laughable.

[mirrorbastard]

Evan stared back out, looking at the little girl on the other side of the glass. He wasn't sure if seeing someone close to his age was a relief or more of a burden.

"Ya talkin' to me, hen?" He stared at her curiously through the glass. "Er, hullo, I mean."

[faeless]

Her gaze drifted to Evan and she immediately let out a yell, nearly falling from her perch in the process.

"God dammit! People in my damn mirror is so not cool!" Same old Kenzi, just smaller.

[mirrorbastard]

"I dinnae ken how I got here in the first place," Evan said, pursing his lips and kneading his pale blue fingers together. "So I'm nae t'blame, ya got that? I reckon I'm stuck here."

[faeless]

"Wait? ...Your that mirror dude from before. But you don't...remember." Was this one of those weird things the 'porter did that so many people talked about? Or was it something else? She had no way of knowing and quite honestly she didn't feel too much like thinking about it.

"Erm well...uh..." She wasn't sure what to say. At least he wasn't demanding food this time. But it still wasn't any less weird.

[seedofevil]

[It was one thing to wake up and suddenly find that you're a child again; it's another thing entirely to wake up and find that you still have the green skin you most definitely did not have as a child. This required further examination, and the only mirror she could think of off the top of her head (which felt rather muddled and strangely focused on the idea of pretty flowers) was the one at her rarely-used MAC apartment. So, there she went.

Her preening careful scientific exploration was rudely interrupted by a strange little boy tapping on the glass. Figures.]

What do you want?

[mirrorbastard]

Er--

[ Of all the things Evan had been prepared to see, or already had seen through his various reflection windows, a little green girl was not among any of them. At age eight, he'd never seen anyone even vaguely abnormal yet. Seeing her, though, makes him feel slightly less concerned about his own blue-white skin. ]

Whoa. Yer not sick, are ya?

[seedofevil]

No, I don't get sick. You look sick; you look like a dead person. [She crosses her arms and glares at him.] Why are you in my mirror?

[mirrorbastard]

I don't! I'm not the-- [ He looks upset at the insinuation. ] 'Coz I cannae get oot, that's why. I'm stuck.

[ He taps on the glass to demonstrate. ]

I dinnae ken how I got in here t'begin with, it's pure mental. I woke up like this.

[seedofevil]

And I woke up as an eight year old, so it seems as if we're all having problems today.

[She knocks on the glass, a bit harder than his tap.] Have you tried breaking the glass? It can't be that hard.

THURSDAY MORNING or something cries

[centurybaby]

[ It's probably not as surprising as it should be for Jenny Q when she glances up into her bathroom mirror and find a little boy looking back at her. She pauses a minute, with her toothbrush hanging from her mouth, just eying him a second before she glances back down to spit and rinse before saying anything.

She figures she only knows one guy with an accent who shows up in people's mirrors, so, mildly: ]

What the fuck happened to you, E?

THAT WORKS

[mirrorbastard]

[ Jenny's surprise is met at first with just wide-eyed blinking, before Evan leans closer to the glass and waves to her uneasily. ]

Y'know me, then? [ He shakes his head. ] I don't remember. It's been like this since yesterday.

[centurybaby]

Sure.

[ She reaches for some bright blue barrettes, putting one between her teeth as she lifts both hands to smooth her hair back. It bobs a little when she talks around it: ]

You could say we're friends. You seriously don't remember? You get hit on the fucking head when you transformed into a little kid, or what?

[mirrorbastard]

[ He shakes his head. ]

Sorry. Last I remember before waking up was -- [ His brow wrinkles for a moment and he hesitates, since he's the one who hit someone else on the head and he'd hate to get in trouble for it. ] I was just ooside, then I was here. It's like a kidnapping, is what it is.

[centurybaby]

I'm pretty sure it's not kidnapping if you put your fucking self in there, Evan.

[ She finishes clipping her hair back, disappearing from the view of the mirror for a moment as she looks around for something. But she keeps talking: ]

You are the fucking Mirror Master.

wednesday morninggggg

[pintsizedcheer]

Claire really needed to use the bathroom, and snuck inside a little shop. She was still looking for her parents -- where the heck were they? -- but even a little girl needs to rest a little.

She was in the process of washing her hands when she looked up and, rather than her expression, she sees ... not her. She screamed, bringing her hands up to her mouth, then stopped suddenly. Oh, no-- was he stuck?

"Hello?" Her voice was small, terrified.

[mirrorbastard]

"Er -- hullo."

Evan peered out at the little girl, who was the first person he'd come across (in a manner more than just noticing, distantly) who seemed even younger than him. He put his own troubles out of mind for a moment, thinking about how he'd always try to look out a little bit for the younger kids at the orphanage.

"Are ya lost, kid?"

[pintsizedcheer]

She nodded slowly. "Yeah. How did you get stuck in there?"

Her mind was swimming with improbable solutions, then she remembered one of the scary games Jackie played once at a slumber party. "Are you Bloody Mary?"

She hadn't even said anything when she entered the bathroom. She relaxed a little, though. She had the light on. Bloody Mary couldn't get you in the light, that's why it was done in the dark.

[mirrorbastard]

"No. Do I look like a broad t'ya? Me name's Evan," he said with mild indignation, feeling like there was no hard in giving his name to another child. A girl, at least. Nothing to be wary of there.

"I woke up in here. Don't know what or who pulled me in. Or how." Or why his skin was so deathly pale, but he was trying to be adult about all this and not get scared or upset. "Who're ya looking for?"

[pintsizedcheer]

"I'm Claire!" She smiled. She knew someone with that name in her class. This Evan seemed a lot nicer than that one already. She put a finger to her chin.

"Maybe it was an alien! I think they took my mom and dad, too." Her eyes lit up with her theory. Her seven year old imagination was rather out there, really. Her smile faded.

"I hope they bring them back soon. I'm hungry."