Sofia's gone.
Sasagawa's gone.
Arisato, if you're still here, ring in, please. I need to know who else has coincidentally gone missing since the rebellion.

[He'd ordinarily be more discreet, but there are certain unfamiliar wild notes hiding in his tone, harsh lines in his expression. Mark, in other words, is upset. He wants this overheard ( Read more... )

Mark Meltzer's mirror doesn't set much stock by intuition. He'd claim to prefer cold, hard facts every time. But he known right away that something was wrong, missing, and when he'd checked the office across the hall, he'd known it wasn't just the darkened mirrors ( Read more... )

M!Mark has decided to troll the mansion today. With ciphers. Ciphers everywhere.

Mirrors in public places and the occasional well-polished floor or banister will show various simple messages, brushed in neat black ink:

I tasn y otnteh haeleirvree eo?u

and

Gvhgrmt?

and

Kiv ivgwvm zmil um?He will be drifting around the mirrorside throughout ( Read more... )

[The following is brushed neatly in ink on a few reflective surfaces throughout the mansion, because Mark's having trouble and his mirror can't resist the chance to show off. Though he can't be bothered to reverse his handwriting. THAT WOULD BE MESSY.]

.YRANIB .toidi ,yranib s'tI

Mark's in his office, sitting very still, with his pipe in his hands and a page of neatly-written notes in front of him. There's not a lot there, which frustrates him; what information he has from his double's memories isn't nearly enough for his purposes. He has no need for coordinates, or worries about a daughter that isn't his--his double had ( Read more... )

Mark is getting discouraged. Coordinating mirrors really is like herding cats, and without cooperation he can't keep track of all the transmissions at once, try as he might. One eye on the monitors, he's stripped off his jacket and is strapping on a shoulder-holster. If he has to do recon himself, he will.

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Mark's mirror steps back to survey his handiwork. He's mounted a row of video screens on his wall, and his desk holds a rather complicated looking comm/radio/switchboard hybrid. His double might be dithering about with library books and interviews, teasing information from the ether, but he believes in results. And he has his orders.
He gestures at ( Read more... )