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10 // video/action // now the party don't start till I walk in

[The wall comm' is on, and so are the lights. Except that that's not electrical light. Alex's room now sports a broad bay window.

The cameras are all off, and most of them are gone, including the one in front of the door and the camcorder that usually sits on the desk. Only three remain, and one of them is in Alex's hands, tripod and all, as he carries it across the room and slings it into the closet.

A CD player provides poppy background music. Alex whistles along while he works.

Off-camera, there's a towel pinned over the mirror.]

((OOC: for convenience's sake, let's say all threads which aren't J's or the Operator's happen before those two.))

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No, thank you.

[ She's not looking at him, too busy taking in every change in the room that so clearly screams not!Alex. She spots the towel on the wall and, not remembering for sure what was behind it, carefully starts lifting it up. ]

A-hem.

[Without missing a beat, Alex pushes it gently but firmly back down again.]

[ Lamb caught a glimpse of the mirror before she was interrupted. She doesn't know what it means, exactly, but she's fairly sure that it means something. ]

I see.

[ Overdue ~SMILE~. Well, time to sit down. This might be a longer conversation after all, although for now she has absolutely no idea where to start. Give her a moment with this. ]

[You don't see shit, sister. Alex's look at her lasts just a little bit too long before he goes back to slinging cameras into the closet. But a few moments later, his tone's perfectly pleasant as he starts to chatter while he works.]

I wasn't kidding when I said it's nice to meet you, by the way. I've never been over this side of the mirror before. I would've gone out exploring already, but this room~! Well, you've seen what it was like in here. Depression central.

[ She is ignoring the pleasantries, busy organising Alex's personality into a neat list and finding antonyms for every single aspect. ]

If you wanted to see this side before, why didn't you move into a room of your own?

[He gives her a blank look as he shifts the final camera towards the closet.]

I have a room of my --

Wait, you mean over here?

Yes, over here.

[He stares at Lamb, and there's the briefest flicker of fear across his face as he pictures crossing the Queen and just sauntering out here as he pleases. Then he turns back towards the closet, dropping in the final camera and tripod.]

Nah, doesn't work like that.

You are not allowed here?

[ But obviously he is here, so-]

Normally?

You need permission.

[Aaaand let's not talk about that any more. Turn around, chatty smile, new subject!]

Are you as weirded out as I am? I keep expecting you to drop the polysyllables and just set something on fire.

[...this mun forgets whether Lamb has actually used a lot of polysyllables, but she certainly gives the impression of doing so.]

[ In that case, let's have a moment of silence during which Lamb will produce a cigarette from her pocket and light it. That was another allusion to her other self, wasn't it? It's getting quite disturbing, thank you very much. Oh sorry, did you ask a question? ]

The redecoration takes getting used to, but there is a certain comforting familiarity in knowing how quick both of you are to divert from an unpleasant subject.

[ What can I say? She really felt like mentioning that. It must be horrible, talking to a Lamb who actually pays attention. She's not going to push that one right now though, so speaking of which... ]

So you and I have met on the other side as well?

[Oh, but let him clarify!]

Not unpleasant exactly, just... risky? I... probably should have let this one drop, uh, let's pretend I did that.

[Don't mind him. He just sometimes gets these inconvenient urges to make sure something closer to the truth is known.]

...but yeah, we've met a couple times back home. She's, [DEPLOY TACT!] you know, not a big conversationalist, though.

Of course. We wouldn't want to offend Her Majesty after all.

[ She's really just taking swings at the truth and hoping that she'll connect. There is also a notable amount of distaste on "Her Majesty", although the rest is sincere enough, if only because she's thinking of it a little like a hostage situation.

She's put a lot of work into the regular Alex and would like to have him return in working condition, please and thank you. So subject change! ]

Not a big conversationalist. Would that have anything to do with the tendency towards arson you mentioned before?

[At the mocking tone of Her Majesty, Alex gives her a wide-eyed look, a 'what are you doing' sort of look, as though the Queen is likely to walk into the room and catch her being disrespectful.

But then he drops the subject like a hot potato, because why the hell is he talking about treason?]

Yeah, it would. Your other's kind of... all spliced up.

[He may be trying to distract her from adding any more cents on the topic of going through mirrors.]

[ She now wonders if the mirror is covered in order to limit the Queen's vision, but wouldn't that anger her just the same? She'll have to keep it in mind, in any case.

Meanwhile Lamb's look may not be particularly wide-eyed, but she displays a thorough stare and eyebrow raise of WHATTHEHELL, because splicing? You'd have to be craaaaa~zy to do that.

...although it would explain the fact that there was SPLICE UP YOUR LIFE! written in blood on her mirror several days ago. Back then she didn't think the person was speaking from experience.]

She uses ADAM. [ It still sounds just the tiniest bit incredulous. ] Do you know anything else about her?

[ And since not everything about the other side is equally urgent she adds: ]

...if you don't mind my asking.

[ In the background, the compilation CD is still running (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9_n8jakvWU). ]

Nah, that's not a problem. [ Openness: check. Even when it comes to talking about other people: check. Alex wanders over to the couch and chillaxes on the arm, thinking. ] Just that she's sort of a psycho. You don't mind me saying that, right? That's pretty much a compliment for you, 'cause opposites.

[ In the foreground Lamb is deeply disturbed by the overtly sexual tones of this ~~strangely alluring and rhythmic~~ song, but thankfully she quickly manages to let it drift into the background again. ]

She has been sending messages to people here. Do you know why?

[ Then she's going to love the next song. In the fiesta forever meantime, Alex shrugs. ]

If you mean the dick drawing, I think she was just really, really bored.

[ But while they're speaking of splicing - something's occurred to him, something he's been wanting to find out. ]

Hey, can I ask you something?

The-

[ THE WHAT NOW?! ]

No. No, that was not what I meant. She-

[ She shakes her head. ]

Never mind.

[ Quick pause here. Oh boy. ]

Please, go ahead.

Uh--

[ Oh. Oh, okay, she didn't mean that. Okay, this is a little embarrassing. SKIM OVER IT! SKIM! ]

I was just wondering -- are you trying to kill my other or something? What's with all the, you know... [ With his left hand, he mimes jabbing a syringe into his right arm. There's no anger or accusation in his tone; it's all honest curiosity. ]

[ It's okay, she rehearsed this. ]

Why would you assume that it will kill him?

Dude, I asked around, even if he didn't.

[ Insert :/ face here in regards to how his other is a dumbass who deserves whatever gets thrown at him. ]

A risk does not equal certain death. I apologise if you have been led to believe otherwise.

C'mon, it's not like I'm gonna pass it on to him. I'm not judging or anything.

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[BABY, I LIKE IT!]

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[PARTY! KARAMU! FIESTA! FOREVER!]