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entranceway2013-09-30 08:48 pm
livinlavitaeloca) wrote in entranceway2013-09-30 08:48 pm
video ; diary 1 ; the best part of waking up is what where the fuck am i
[ Daniel wakes up in his hotel room in the village of Altstadt. He is definitely in Altstadt, and certainly not in a room in Wonderland which has styled itself to look exactly the same. And, it logically follows, this room is definitely not broadcasting a video of him without his knowledge or consent.
THAT ESTABLISHED,
Daniel springs out of a restless sleep and sits up on the edge of his bed, blinking in the morning light. It must be earlier than it looks, because nobody has come to knock him up, and he definitely asked to be knocked up at 7am promptly. He was very clear in asking to be knocked up.
They'd better not have forgotten. Might they have done? This is sort of a ghetto guest-house, if you want his honest opinion. There's not even a bell he can ring to call a servant.
Okay, Daniel doesn't have time to be annoyed by the inconveniences of rural life. His thoughts are too full of the last leg of his journey, which will be undertaken today, to the castle where he might finally find some safety -- so he stands up quickly, steps away from the bed. Lacking a clock, he just assumes he's late, and starts to undress hurriedly out of his woolen cap and night-shirt.
The network is still definitely not there, but if it were, it would probably now be broadcasting an early Victorian strip tease. ]
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THAT ESTABLISHED,
Daniel springs out of a restless sleep and sits up on the edge of his bed, blinking in the morning light. It must be earlier than it looks, because nobody has come to knock him up, and he definitely asked to be knocked up at 7am promptly. He was very clear in asking to be knocked up.
They'd better not have forgotten. Might they have done? This is sort of a ghetto guest-house, if you want his honest opinion. There's not even a bell he can ring to call a servant.
Okay, Daniel doesn't have time to be annoyed by the inconveniences of rural life. His thoughts are too full of the last leg of his journey, which will be undertaken today, to the castle where he might finally find some safety -- so he stands up quickly, steps away from the bed. Lacking a clock, he just assumes he's late, and starts to undress hurriedly out of his woolen cap and night-shirt.
The network is still definitely not there, but if it were, it would probably now be broadcasting an early Victorian strip tease. ]
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If he believed in curses, WHICH HE DOESN'T, he would fear that this has something to do with the one that seems to have been dogging him since Algeria. But as a man of reason, he has to guess that it's, um... Perhaps he's still asleep and dreaming. Perhaps this is, uh, well he doesn't want to suspect it but maybe this is one of his... minor turns.
Either way, the writing can't be real, and that makes him feel a little better because if it's not real then it doesn't matter that it doesn't make a bit of sense. ]
Ah...
[ He quickly does up the final few waistcoat buttons and grabs for his shoes. ]
Forgive me. [ He's talking to a mirror. ] If this is not a dream, then I am tried for time. [ Stop talking to the mirror, Daniel. ]
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Not a dream!
But where are you going??
[She of course is asking this instead of telling him there's nowhere to go.]
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Daniel proceeds to rudely ignore the mirror as he hurries to put on his shoes. And by 'ignore', I mean he gives it about a million anxious glances to see if the writing has gone away, but doesn't actually reply in case he encourages it. ]
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...! Then she gets bored of that and starts writing again:]
HEY are you ignoring me? •︿•
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YES HE IS IGNORING YOU
BECAUSE YOU'RE A FIGMENT OF HIS FEVERED IMAGINATION
Now fully dressed, Daniel opens the door as if to escape the room. Unfortunately, it turns out that the corridor outside is not the one from the rundown hotel. It's not any corridor he recognises at all.
He stops, stares -- and slams the door. Then he turns towards the mirror again, looking a bit haunted. ]
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She hasn't written anything new, but she's
(smugly)circling that 'welcome to wonderland!!!' line.]no subject
No, this is simply a... a strange dream. [ daniel you're talking to the mirror again ]
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isnt that how you tell if you're dreaming or not??
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He does pinch himself.
It hurts. ]
Ow.
[ That was a kind of predictable result, to be honest. ]
Ah.
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*:・ﾟ\(◕‿◕)/✧*:・ﾟ♡
the coroner returned a verdict of death by laughing five ever
In this particular thread, he's hitting it now.
He sits down heavily on the bed while the edges of his vision crawl. ]
Wh-where am I?
[ Setting aside the ridiculous of a talking mirror: if it's a real thing, it seems to know more about the situation than he does. (Maybe there's somebody behind it, in a hidden room, writing? It's not impossible.) ]
Who are you?
oh no i can't go to prison again
I'm Mell! I live on the other side of the Mirror! º‿º
What's your name??
[In case you're wondering: Still dotting with hearts.]
shoulda thought of that toots
Get used to it. Daniel pre-dates everything.
He gives the door a wary look, to make sure nobody's walking in on him talking to himself. ]
Daniel Barker, of Mayfair.
[ BUT. ] If you are real, Mr. Mell -- a-and I am still not sure of that, [ he adds, so that he can feel like less of a fool if he's punking himself, ] -- please be kind enough as to show yourself and speak to me properly.
[ That seems like a fair test, right? Of course he's working on the assumption that Mell means she's in a room on the other side of the mirror, which is technically true but not usefully so. ]
crime doesn't pay :c
[Also aww he's one of those old timey guys, isn't he? Well the stupid-yet-appealing clothing should have been a tipoff.]
Hi Daniel!
(I'm a girl ◠‿◕)(And i'm
kindareal!)I can't show myself though
I'm stuck on this side! ó︿ò
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I don't understand, [ he admits a little faintly. ]
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I'm not allowed to go through the mirror •︿•
[Wait WAIT she has an idea!]
Well not all the way! Hold your hand in front of the mirror for a second! •‿•
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...
... ]
All right?
[ Daniel holds up one hand, palm towards the mirror, cautiously. His curiosity would climb up his neck and strangle him if he didn't. ]
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High-five! 8D]
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The noise he makes is even less manly than it is readily transcribeable. ]
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Well - she waves her hand a little, and the gesture is almost curious? As if like only doing it a little bit will make him less weirded out than the portal-crossing high-five??]
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He pushes himself to his feet, spares a frightened glance to those walls and then back at the hand. ]
How--?
[ Wow Daniel it was just a high five. ]
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In response to his question, her hand hesitates, and then turns palm upward, like she shrugged. Because she did.
She at least does his poor fragile victorian mind the favour of pulling her hand back so he doesn't have to keep looking at it. How's that?
Writing goes across the mirror:]
IDK how exactly but the mirrors are kind of like open windows for us??
But we're not allowed to cross unless the Queen says so! •‿•`
There's a whole other mansion on the other side of your mirror!
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Like open windows?
[ He's probably gone completely mad.
Drawn by curiosity more than conscious decision, his own hand slowly follows the path of Mell's, towards the mirror-glass. A moment's hesitation. Then his fingertips bump against it.
And it's completely solid, so that's embarrassing. ]
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Nope - It's one-way! IDK why
Well no I mean we're mirrorside so I guess it makes sense
that we can go through mirrors but you can't!
I can't tell you the specifics of why just that it does, sorry!