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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.))
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.))
[Okay let's say the CD has moved on to the next song.]
Oh. Okay. My bad.
[ It's hard to say whether he's come round to her argument (he hasn't), but this Alex certainly gives up the hunt more easily than his regular. ]
[*WOLF WHISTLES*]
Did "I" tell you it would kill him?
[ The thing is she still can't make sense of the things her own mirror supposedly did and she wonders if that is another point on that list. ]
[*wears something low-cut and seethrough*]
No, "you" mostly talked about how it's awesome that he can fight and stuff. Sinclair and Cohen were a bit straighter about it.
[*DOUBLE WOLF WHISTLE*]
Now... fight and stuff? She's starting to get a picture, but it's not one she likes, nor is it one that's easy to interpret. She'd really, really like to get to the bottom of this before moving on ]
You have to forgive me, I normally don't insist on extensive conversations about myself for the lack of a better word, but what is it that I do, exactly, on the other side?
[ And yes, the bit about Sinclair and Cohen registers, but she puts it on hold for later when there won't be so much what the hell pyromania and BACKGROUND NOISE in her head. ]
[*frolics in a huge public fountain!*]
Well, we've only talked a couple times. You, uh... [ No, really, is there even a way to phrase "a lot of crazypants shit" tactfully? ] Well, there's a lot of laughing. Looooots of laughing. You're very... happy. [ There, that sounds... evasive. ] No idea what you do for hobbies and stuff. I guess look through the mirror, but everyone does that.
[*runs in slow motion to show off her big bouncy breasts*]
[*..............stares*]
...Yeah, she does kind of come off as...
Yeah.
[*forgot what happens next in the video* *bounces some more*]
Is she dangerous?
[*was just making stuff up by this point anyway*]
[ He's pushing a bit, to see how much irreverance he can get away with re: Sofia's batshit mirror. ]
[*bounces to celebrate your vivid imagination*]
[ She doesn't appear bothered by it at all. In fact, she isn't. Well, she isn't bothered by anybody insulting her mirror, although she is a little perturbed that her opposite would take that form in the first place.
She expected a mentally sound person with radically different philosophical views, but a madwoman? Many people are sane and to merely mirror that aspect of herself seem like a cheap way out. ]
Thank you.
[*stares some more*]
Meanwhile, for those who are interested, the CD player is no longer whistling (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBgmC_USeoM). ]
Oh? No problem, I guess. I mean, I'd be interested too, if it was me. 'Cause you guys can't see through the mirrors over here, can you?
[*dives into fountain and announces wet t-shirt contest*]
take her overdistract her any longer and is therefore not listening with great determination. ]No, we-
[ So you didn't CHECK when you covered the mirror? You weren't looking into it AT ALL? A-HA! ]
No, we can't. Didn't you see?
[*awards high marks across the board*]
[ It's something in the repetition, and in the tone of her voice. She's had a eureka moment. Oh god. He should've realised that Lamb's regular would be sharp. ]
No, I... guess I wasn't paying attention.
[ Oh man, that was not a graceful segue into lying. :c He tugs a loose thread on the sofa evasively. What if she tries to make him look at a mirror? He'll have to - well, he can't let her force him back before the Queen sends him the word. That's just not going to happen. ]
[*bows wetly*]
[ She smiles politely and then goes right on to very impolitely staring at the towel, not at all minding that mirror!Alex notices. She's contemplating whether pulling the towel would be a more rewarding option than trying to gather more information about the other side of the mirror. ]
[Encore! Encore!]
That's... not a good sound.
[Hang on, let me just get another dry t-shirt to wet.]
Oh?
[ THERE. Wasn't that much better now? ]
Would it kill you?
[ She looks away from the towel, at Alex. Hang on though, let me just clarify that so we don't waste any time with questions we both know the answer to. ]
The mirror?
[OuO]
His eyes dart, not to the door, but to the closet and back. ]
I'm not gonna tell you what it'd do.
[ Since there is, he feels, not much point in denying it does something. Damn his big mouthhhh 8| ]
[I'm sorry, I was out of shirts, I'm afraid we're just going to have to settle for nude swimming ):]
....
....
*throws cobra at you* ]
You are inviting me to see for myself then?
[ She straightens herself up, not exactly moving to stand, but not exactly sitting still either. ]
[Oh man, what a shame. But convenient since I'm already nude.]
No, I'm not doing that either.
[ Aw man, if he has to knock her out or something, that'll not exactly encourage her to think he's a cool sort of guy. He's probably going to have to now, isn't he? Alex sits up straight as well, and this time his eyes flicker to the covered mirror, establishing its position relative to him in case he needs to keep his back to it. ]
[So... when did that happen?]
[ Here is where she leans back and ~SMILES~. There's a short pause as we move on from one clearly harmless subject to the next. ]
What is it like, living on the other side?
[I think somewhere around the public fountain part.]
It's... normal? I mean, we're closer to the Queen and our writing's the right way around, but I dunno what else there is to tell. We eat and sleep and hang out and stuff.
[ She might have relaxed, but he hasn't. He's closer to the mirror than she is, but he'll have to outrun her if she goes for the door. He's still glancing here and there, looking for things that might give him an advantage. The closet's too far away to be of use if he has to act quickly. On the other hand, there's a very solid-looking kettle not too far away by the desk. ]
[*acknowledges this statement by dancing nude in the fountain*]
Only if you are permitted, of course.
[ In the background the compilation CD is taking on a different tune (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bs6RJ7-6MpQ) that doesn't quite match the atmosphere. ]
[*produces a camera out of nowhere*]
[ A few of the ways he could describe the Queen are treasonous, or might be treasonous depending on her mood, so there's safety in abstainance. And he doesn't like the sudden, self-satisfied way in which Lamb dropped the subject of the mirror, so he's distracted by waiting for her move, working out what his should be.
Also, he's genuinely surprised that she has to ask. ]
[...given your lack of clothing I find this quite concerning.]
Having heard and briefly spoken to her now I am merely curious if there is more to her than completely arbitrary cruelty towards her people.
[ It's an observation, quite emotionless, quite matter-of-fact. ]
[all I can picture now is "I find your lack of clothes disturbing *breathe*"]
Dude, you can't say stuff like that.
[...and I will leave my helmet... ON]
[Ooh, mister Vader, ooh~ *swoon*]
[MEANWHILE my subject line is too short to describe what is happening in a 20 mile radius]
[But it involves planets bursting and stormtroopers turning gay!]
[IT WAS AMAZING!]
[THE END!]
[~CREDITS ROLL~]
[~CREDITS... CONTINUE ROLLING~]
[~THEME MUSIC STARTS PLAYING~]
[~CURTAINS NARROW, LIGHTS COME UP~]
[People are leaving the theatre AND GODDAMMIT WON'T ANYBODY CLEAN UP AFTER THEMSELVES?!]
(no subject)
[WAS THAT GUILTY SILENCE JUST NOW?! *WAVES EMPTY POPCORN BAG ANGRILY*]
[HEY LADY, I TOOK MY RUBBISH OUT WITH ME.]
[*THROWS BAG AT YOU* YEAH, RIGHT!!]
[END. SCENE. *FLICKS POPCORN INTO YOUR HAIR ROLL*]