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[When the video comes on, it shows a suddenly timid Sinclair cleaning up the remnants of the bloody sheets. The five dogs (for the two ripped apart by m!Jack were granted life again by the mansion) are sitting across the room, staring at him, as if they don't know what to do. Sinclair's quietly murmuring to himself, unsure of how to properly

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[audio] Say, what's that on your sheets there?

[fraterminor]

Mr. Sinclair? Is everything alright?

[audio] Oh, just the blood of my beloved dogs and the mirror of the man I called my son. Don't worry

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O-Of course, Mister P-Pendergast.

[audio] D8

[fraterminor]

Are you sure? You don't sound quite right.

[audio] *bright smiles*

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I'm j-just fine.

[Action]

[kindly_done]

[Wow, Sinclair sounds really shaken, and there's blood everywhere. Why bother replying when you could just go down to his room and check on things?

Knock knock!]

[action] GUESS WHO'S AFRAID OF YOU?

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[He cracks the door and notices Jack, shrinking back slightly.]

...Uhh.... H-hello there, Jack. D'you need somethin'?

[action] Jack: IDGIIIIII

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[Jack blinks. Everything is weird lately, and his memory is awfully fuzzy, but he could swear he's never seen Sinclair act like this before. And he's never stuttered, not even when Lamb got to him.]

No, I just saw all that blood, and...

[He looks Gus up and down. No injuries.]

Are you okay?

[action]

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...Of c-course I'm fine, J-jack. That's just, ah... Th-that's just blood. From the p-puppies. I'll, ah... I'll, ah, just t-talk t'you l-later. [He starts to close the door.]

[ACTION!!!]

[screamsofutopia]

[ Naturally the first thing mirror!Lamb does is find Sinclair's room. He's clearly overdue for therapy. She politely knocks and- oh sorry, typo. My bad. She kicks in the door and immediately throws a fireball, not caring where it lands. ]

Surprise!

[action] oh I'm sorry, you just missed regular Sinclair.

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[Have a terrified shout and some barking!]

Wh-what the hell're you d-doin'!? ...Oh. H-Hello, Doctor.

[ACTION] RARRRRGHH!!!!

[screamsofutopia]

[ And for a very long time she just stares and growls. ]

GET back to the other side IMMEDIATELY.

[action]

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N-no. [His hand twitches and some electricity crackles on it... not that this changes his nervous demeanor.] J-Jack can't hurt him and n-now neither can you. [Oh ho ho, did Gus do something brave for once?]

[action] Starting a new thread 'cause ow my eyes

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[The handwriting on the mirror certainly wasn't Sinclair's (not that Jack was particularly familiar with Sinclair's writing), but Jack had a hunch that he was behind it anyway, and he is good about checking up on such requests.

So, now, after a series of misadventures, he is heading back down Sinclair's hallway, looking worse for the wear. He's received a few more memories as well, and is finding them rather disturbing.

At first, Gus looks just to be sitting in the chair in front of the mirror, and Jack entertains the notion that he's conversing with his counterpart somehow.]

Gus?

[Wait, why is the room full of butterflies? And that smell...]

Gus?[He stares at the dead man for a long, long time before he retreats, his mouth moving soundlessly, and then the shaking starts. He hits the wall and slides down, just staring

[action] Coo coo~

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[Very, very uneasy handwriting begins to write itself on the mirror.]

Yes.

Are you?

[action]

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[He takes the paper down and scribbles furiously. He forgets to write backward, and he's using his non-dominant hand, so have fun with that.]

I'm having hallucinations

or memories

a city in the sea full of blood
is it real?

[action]

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[Oh, here we go. It takes him a while to even figure out what's going on on that page, but he figures it out.]

Rapture.

[He leaves that up for a while, before adding:]

Yes.