Event log: Mirror, mirror

[hadrielmods]

Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: Hope gives everyone mirrors with visions of their most hopeful future inside.
Where: Throughout the city.
When: March 14th-18th
Warnings: None so far!

On March 14th, all characters will stumble across mirrors at some point on their daily journey. Maybe your mirror is right under your pillow, maybe it's on your bedside table, or in the sink in your bathroom. It could be in a random store that you're scavenging, or somewhere along the path that you're taking to go to a friend's place. Wherever it is, it's positioned perfectly for you to find it- though you might want to be quick so someone else doesn't nab it first.

Each mirror is predetermined to hold one person's future and will be placed somewhere that they can find it on that day. Upon looking in their own mirrors, each character will see a version of their future that will fill them with hope. This vision has to be possible- or they have to think it's possible- even if it's unlikely. Picking up someone else's mirror will not change the image inside; you'll instead see that person's vision for their future.

In addition, during the first four days, until March 18th, characters will want to look into any mirror they can find, not just their own. So be a little careful if you want to guard your innermost hopes- someone might be trying to peek.

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Comments

march 15, prompt 2

[morphinum]

[ Johanna would be lying if she said that it wasn't tempting to look in her mirror, to see that vision of herself safe, comfortable, alone, and even happy. But she knows ordinary mirrors don't show wishes, and it didn't take her long to piece together that this was some more bullshit cooked up by the gods. None of it is real, no matter how much she wants it to be.

Johanna's mirror is in her back pocket, the handle poking out for all to see. She doesn't really care if anyone sees it -- nothing in it is so embarrassing that it can't be explained away with a few glares and prickly words. When she comes across the person crying at their mirror, even if it's just a little, Johanna snorts. ]

Get over it. Thing's a lie.

[ It's good advice, if delivered a little rudely. Johanna resists the urge to see what he's crying about. That's only going to feed into the god's plot more. Looking away isn't easily done, though. ]

[pellameno]

[ Pell blinks the wetness in his eyes away quickly, lowering his mirror and tucking it back into his bag.

The girl's probably right -- the mirrors can't possibly be showing their actual futures. Just what they want to see. He should get over it. But he doesn't really want to, he just wants to keep looking at it. It's a dangerous thing, seeing what you want. Hard to tear yourself away from. ]

Perhaps it is. But a beautiful one.

[ He catches the glint of her mirror's handle poking out of her back pocket. ]

You haven't destroyed yours, then?

[morphinum]

[ Johanna shrugs. Beauty fades. She's a good example of that. And when it does, she knows, you'd better have something left keeping you from turning into a bitter, hollow shell. ]

Makes it that much more false.

[ Johanna takes the mirror out of her pocket and glances at it. Yup, still the same. Still her future too. She grins, dangerous and toothy.

(It's a beautiful one, but Johanna tries to ignore that.) ]

Nope, not yet. You think I should? [ She tosses him the mirror. In its reflection is Johanna, sitting in a high, solitary treehouse with leaves and golden light flickering in. The entire scene is warm and peaceful, and Johanna, with her hair growing back and all, is calmly working on a wood carving. ]

[pellameno]

[ He shrugs back, then reaches out to catch the mirror she's tossing him. It is beautiful, the scene and the sentiment behind it. She looks healthy and peaceful and the woods are beautiful... he's never been in a forest so lush in his world, or up in a tree so high. Pell can't help but smile at the scene, false as its owner claims it to be. ]

I couldn't tell you. But most people I've met who think poorly of them have destroyed theirs. You must be keeping it for a reason.

[ The question is silent, and lingers in the air between them as he offers the mirror back. Why is she keeping it? ]

[morphinum]

[ Pell's smile is sweet and sentimental and utterly gross, and Johanna begins to wish that she didn't show him her mirror in the first place. Then she wouldn't have to put up with this shit. She extends a hand, motioning give it back. ]

Because I don't care, one way or the other.

[ Because it's nice. ]

Destroying it just feeds some other god, and I'm not about to play anyone's fucking game. Done enough of that already.