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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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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!