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[ Mirror Alex is in the kitchen spinning the illest cherry pie you ever wished you'd been a good enough person to see. Your tongue would want to have sex with this pie if your tongue was conscious and had functioning sexual organs. This pie is the biz.
Or it will be, when it's finished. But even the cooking process is hella hardcore. Only a pussy ( Read more... )
Or it will be, when it's finished. But even the cooking process is hella hardcore. Only a pussy ( Read more... )
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Since her last mirror side holiday she has convinced herself that not everything here is poison and thus the kitchen has suddenly become an option, as far as places to visit go.
When she sees Alex she stops for a second, one second of relief and thinking that he might be here, that he might have esca-- he wouldn't leave whatever room he landed in, wouldn't just bake and certainly wouldn't hum.
No, this isn't him. This is... a reason to leave, and fast? She hasn't quite decided yet. ]
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There are snatches of lyric, too. They mostly seem to assert that Alex does not like somebody's girlfriend, and assumes therefore that the unnamed listener requires a new one; it goes on to suggest that the replacement should be - ]
Jeez!
[ You don't get to find out, because that's the point at which Alex turns around to get some kirsch and notices Lamb. He backs up smartly, and his eyes widen, and he takes on an ingratiating sort of look. ]
Uh - oh - hi! I uh, I thought you went -
[ Aaand that's the click as the lightbulb goes on. ]
- realside. Oh.
[ Have a smile full of obvious relief. He's pretty sure regular!Lamb is a bitch, but she's never actually frozen his fingers off and fed him to a hungry monster, so in this respect she is a wonderful person to see. ]
Ohhh. Okay, crisis over. Phew. [ He rests his hands on the countertop behind him, laughing slightly. ] You nearly gave me a heart attack there, man, I can't tell a lie.
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On that note, now is a good time for her to scan the kitchen for any item M!Alex could possibly attack her with. It's also a good time to reach into her bag for a surgical glove and pull it over her hand.
It's also a time that would normally be a good time to say something along the lines of 'Nice to see you again', but that would of course be a blatant lie, and Lamb would never ever do that when it's so obvious to the person she's lying to. ]
You chose not to cross and fight? I assumed you had orders.
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Oh, I'm working on repairs.
[ ...which the cherry pie helps because, uh... ]
And feeding the repairmen and stuff. Uh, what're you... [ He's spotted the hand in the bag, and he remembers very vividly what she was fishing for last time. Not that that means she'll be going for it this time as well, but he just wants to be sure. Heck, he tried to bludgeon her, she splattered him with hypnogunge... they might even be square, right? ]
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[ M!Philip enters the kitchen, arms opened wide. With him comes a distinctive smell of... *cough* alternative medicine. ]
Oh. Ohh, that smells awesome. You didn't even put it in the oven yet or anything and wow. Way to go!
[ He looks up. ]
I bet somebody regrets not leaving the head when it was his turn now~
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The regular Philip and Alex's conversations have never been adjacent to a mirror, so the strange kinda guy's face doesn't ring a bell. ]
Hey, thanks. [ A grin. But then he looks... uncertain. Glances up, following Philip's gaze, though it's a gesture rather than because he expects to see anyone. ]
Who, uh...
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[ He turns around, because clearly that's the same direction as up there. But... but... nothing!
He looks back at Alex, confused. ]
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Okay, now he's just laughing quietly at you. ]
Right behind you, buddy! Quick, before it gets away!
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Masky guy! [ Beam. You are neither a crazy high guy nor a Lamb of any flavour. You are welcome in this kitchen. ] What'cha looking for?
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Not looking for anything.
*And he's going to slowly back away and hope he doesn't get turned into a frozen Masky statue again.*
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Hey, man, is it something I -
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TO THE KITCHEN, HUZZ- oh. ]
O- oh.
[ She shifts nervously from one foot to the other, wondering if she can somehow get her tea without bothering... that guy over there, who she can't properly identify yet.
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Oh. Right. It's you.
[ So he turns around properly, and gives her a look that definitely isn't filled with love. ]
So I guess you look well.
[ (Technically so does he but) that is so not fair. ]
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[ Ohh, him!
When she sees who this is she's instantly relieved, not for any tea-related reasons, but because he's here and not horribly mauled and okay and she's happy and takes one hesitant, then several quicker steps towards him. ]
You too! I'm- I'm so glad you're okay, when she came back I was so scared and there were all those... all those bees and I- I didn't see what happened, but you're- you're- you look all, all right and and she's gone a-and....
[ She stops. ]
...Are... are you mad at me?
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She seems like the kind of person who would really not want to know what happened to him.
A glance up and down the kitchen confirms that they're the only people there. ]
She broke all my fingers off, [ he says in a wavering voice, watching her. ] Froze my hands first and then just snapped them off. Then she cuh. You know, cut off my clothes and [ Okay maybe this was a bad idea this is actually quite traumatic but GDI HE IS TORMENTING HER. ] And tied me to this really big, really kinda nice, you know, silver plate, with like the crenellations around the edge or whatever. And gravy. She made, you know, this gravy. This kinda. Scalding. ( ... )
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...You're the other Alex.
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Additionally: whoa, someone from realside who knows him, what. He turns to see, with a curious expression and BLOOD cherry guts all over his hands. He's so busy recognising the face that he doesn't think to consider the voice - there are so many voices he's heard in his life, man, he can't sort through them all in a single tag.
He beams! She totally remembers him. He's totally the most popular kid in the playground. ]
The one and only. ...You know, uh, kinda. Sort of.
[ There's only so long he can go with cherry juice on his fingers without nibbling some off, and that deadline has passed. Mmm, cherry juice. He considers making an 'out, damned spot' joke, but decides it isn't up to his usual hilarious standards. ]
You're that writing-on-the-mirrors dude from that one time. Hey, how's it going? I'm making pie.
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Alex is flawless.
He's got two pairs of crocodile boots and a silver unicorn. I hear his glasses are insured for $10,000. I hear he does Marble Hornets commercials... In Japan. His favorite movie is Twilight. One time, he met Mel Gibson on a plane and wasn't yelled at. One time, he punched me in the face... It was awesome. ]
I was hoping to uncover more about the Jabberwocky through investigation of this side. [ Not mentioning anything about her being forced to the Mirrorside. ]
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Oh. Jabberwocky. That thing. Again. His beaming fades considerably, and he lets out a long-suffering sigh. ]
Yeah, that's everyone's favourite topic at the moment. [ Least enthusiastic EVER: ] Jabberwock yaaay. [ Tiny sarcastic airpunch. But maybe this conversation can be salvaged with a more interested: ]
So you like monsters, huh?
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