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[ . The hovering mirror shows Robbie, in his hodgepodge of clothing and mess of hair. How to keep one’s crown smooth to achieve that perfect summer ponytail is one issue of Seventeen that he definitely missed.

He looks like hour 28 of a shipwreck, tired and unable to sleep but desperately trying to look awake and healthy so nobody throws him out of the lifeboat to conserve resources. His eyes keeping flicking away to something beyond the network mirror, and he can barely keep his eyes off it.

When he talks, Robbie can barely contain the world-weary eagerness of someone who knows there’s no Nigerian prince, but god damn it would be the solution to all his problems if it were true. Mostly because he’s pissed at himself for asking what’s obviously a stupid question. This is like the mirrors that show the Elves true forms: magic. ]

What do you see in the mirror?

[ He spins the hovering magic mirror. The mirror is showing … a mirrored surface, possibly catching the light a little. It’s not reflecting back a hovering communications mirror, though. That’s the first sign that something's wrong.

Robbie’s reflection … isn’t his. The young man is very like him, with the same bright blue eyes and shaggy, albeit shorter, blonde hair. He’s healthy, clean, and kitted out in a pair of crisp, dark blue jeans and a Yale t-shirt. With a cheery, charming smile, he looks like he’s never wanted a day in his life.

He’s in a schoolyard, and there are kids running around playing games. The school looms behind them, with the name set in the stone above the main entrance: Stamford Elementary.

The banner hanging below it announced a town hall with Governor Justin Baldwin. The governor might be the best suit on the stairs, shaking hand after hand, as does his lovely companion. They're in their fifties, but could pass for 40.

After a moment, the mirror Robbie turns and runs over to join them, kicking a ball back to the kids on the way. The suit claps him heartily on his shoulder, and there’s a burst of energy bubbles and light. Mirror Robbie is now in a superhero uniform, and everyone looks to be laughing good-naturedly. The governor is beaming proudly. ]

It’s just me, right?

[ OOC note: the mods have said that the others will see what Robbie sees, because they aren't in front of the Mirror of Erised and magic. ]

unsealthecatbox

[When you have to plan ahead, you need to information. Ange knows she'd like to be told about dangers and stuff when there was still time to prepare, so she decides to share what she found out, in case someone wants to make sure they're in top shape to face danger, or to prepare spells, or anything else they want to do.

Ange places the mirror against a pile of books in the library and once she practiced a bit how to talk quietly and carefully so she doesn't disturb everyone, she clears her throat and starts talking]

So I took the time to find out what kind of danger we're going to stumble into once we're out of here. It'll be a while before we have to leave, but I thought some of would be interested, in case you want to make preparations. Take a look at this map.

[She shows it, remembering everything Tiffany had said]

Unless one of us can make a snow plower appear out of thin air, the mountain pass may not be an option. It's blocked with snow. I'm not saying it would be impossible, but it'd be bothersome, that much is guaranteed.

[Ange examines the map. Mine pass, mine pass, where's the mine pass...dang, she can't find the mines, oh well]

There are some mines somewhere under the mountains. It's filled with murderous orcs, and frankly getting eaten isn't one of my goals in life, so...it'd be unadvisable to go in there. That means the odds we'll have to go in there are not low. [Hero journeys always involve peril, Ange thinks. Whether she's right or not is something that remains to be seen]

Finally, there's a fire demon...somewhere. Can't say exactly where it is, I'm not aware of that detail.

[Ange puts down the map]

I'm researching a bit on useful spells, so if you have magic you think could be useful, please come to me. This weaving spells trick can come rather useful, but that'll require some cooperation from two of you.

That's all.

likeits1999

...So, uh. Got some things I should probably tell you guys.

[ Kevin seems a little nervous, he has trouble doing "eye contact" with the mirror. ]

I guess like... first of all, I'm Kevin? I'm from New York? I skate? I've met some of you but not everybody so...

[ He shrugs. ]

You ever known somebody who... uh, has a personal problem? But it turns out that if you know 'em and are around 'em all the time it kinda winds up to be their crap ends up being everybody's shit to deal with?

It's kinda like that.

[ Everything about trying to explain this is awful. Everything. ]

The thing with me is... well..

I'm... kind of a vampire?

[ There. He said it. Getting that part out helps him square up and face it a little better, his gaze steadies straight on the mirror. ]

Actually, not "kind of" at all. I'm definitely a vampire. I drink people's blood. I have to. Been doing this shit a good while, too. The Green's got my back with the whole sunlight deal, but I still ain't exactly keeping down regular grindage if you know what I'm saying.

[ Kevin winces a little. He tried. ]

So... here's the deal: I need to drink blood sometimes. Otherwise I get hungry, and when I get hungry I stop... being able to be a person so good? It's bad. Trust me.

[ Please, please trust the self-described vampire. ]

It's not a lot all the time, I can go a bit if I'm full up, and I can stretch it on animals and junk like that, but it's... yeah, dog.

[ He makes his lungs pull in air and breathe it back out in a long hwoo. ]

The other thing is it's probably... if I'm gonna be real with allay'all, I don't want to put my teeth in you? I mean, I got 'em.

[ He takes a second to drop fangs and show the mirror before pulling them back in, which probably does a whole lot of good for his image with the team. ]

It does stuff to people, though? And I don't want to be like that if we're gonna be doing this Lord of the Rings shit together, alright? If we're gonna be real, I'm gonna be real.

[ Kevin's shoulders sink a little as this sudden surge of confidence falters. ]

I don't know what I'm supposed to do about this, but I'm not lying about it and I'm not gonna sneak around. And I mean.... if y'all wanna run me off into the woods, cool, but I'm gonna end up stuck comin' back like any of the rest of us.

If I could just go find someplace else to be, I mean...

[ He smiles weakly. ]

You wouldn't be hearing this.

wherenoonegoes

Alright, we seem to have managed to get away. Not unscathed, though. Which is why I'm starting this conversation in the first place. Medicine and botany are skills I never really managed to pick up. It's a skill we really need, considering the injuries and whatever those dark swordsmen did to cause some of us to fall unconscious.

If anybody can help with that, right now is the time to speak up.

googledox

We don't know how much the Crows can be trusted but if what they said about our existence attracting the eye of unknown enemies is true, we shouldn't shelter in place for long. Now that we've decided on a course of action, we need to prepare for the journey ahead.

I can't do much trapped in this place [The stone walls of the Brugh can be seen behind him] but I figured the least I could do is initiate this conversation.

A fifty mile journey by air may entail a significantly different route by foot and we need to anticipate everything from weather, to how to store water, to our calorie intake needs.

[ooc: People can use this for last minute discussions, ic planning, gathering of supplies/building of useful items. Feel free to have network threads turn to action.]

konman

Okay, so those bird dudes weren't lying about the different paths. I found the crossroads they're talking about.

[Kon really shouldn't be tromping around alone like this so much but he's used to being nigh on invincible. It's going to take a while for him to get used to the idea that he's not.]

[The road was all overgrown but there is a road through the woods - and it leads here, to a place where the line of the forest breaks into wide fields of golden grasses. Kon sets up his mirror to expand to its largest side and leaves it to float. There's a crossroads here with a battered wooden sign. The wood is so faded and weathered that words can no longer be read on it.]

[The path splits off into three paths. Down the left-most path, the unlabeled path leads down a dark and dreary road towards some hills. One hill can be seen all the way in the distance, standing out above the others. Rising a thousand feet above the rest of the land around it, it's covered in battered ruins that offer at least some shelter from the elements and cover from potential enemies.]

[Down the center path, the path clearly leads to a sinister-looking wild forest, a dark and dreary wood that seems filled with endless shadows. The path disappears into the woods and the tangled branches make it impossible to see into the forest's depths, especially at this distance.]

[Down the right-most path, there's candy. No joke. Dirt and normal plants start to give way to cobblestones made of hard candy and sugar-spun delicate trees. Gummdrops line the side of the road. The other two paths are grim, with even the hilly path dim from cloudy skies, but this path seems to have clear skies and constant sun.]

[Kon stands in front of the mirror, so that the paths are behind him.]

So our choices are: the Land of the Hill Trolls, Mirkwood, and Candyland.

[He narrows his eyes.]

I don't trust Candyland. [He gestures vaguely at it.] The other two roads have the good graces to be creepy from the get-go, but that looks deceptively nice. It's trying way too hard to be cheerful and sunshine-ey.

[ooc: See the OOC Post here.]

konman

Uuuuh, hey guys?

So I was wandering around in the woods collecting pears and I met some talking birds that we might want to talk to?

Being birds that talk doesn't really make them credible sources of information per se but they seem to know some stuff about what's going on?

[Kon turns his mirror around to face the two birds. They're large ravens, currently perched on a tree branch. He expands his mirror and leaves it to float. They start to speak to them, chirpily, rather excited to have someone to talk to.]

Huginn: Hi! Hello! Welcome to the Wilderlands, Chosen Ones, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Huginn and this here is my compatriot Muninn, and as you can see, we are birds.

Muninn: Talking birds. We're very good at it. [A brief pause.] Talking, that is. Not at being birds, we're actually rather terrible at being birds.

Huginn: We are indeed very good at talking, which means we can say a great many things about things we know.

Muninn: And we know many things! Lots of things.

Huginn: Yes, lots of things. Anyway, we know many things and have heard tell of your coming to this world. You know how people talk about a secret and say 'a little birdie told me'? Well I'm proud to say those birds would be us! In specific.

Muninn: We're maybe a bit too inclined towards the gossip, but y'know, it's quite boring being birds, especially if you can talk. A lot of the other birds can't. Just a twitter this, tweet tweet that.

Huginn: Anyway, we have heard gossip about you, whispers from the Green and other places, and we thought we should perhaps say hello and see if you've heard enough to carry on wherever you're meant to go!

Muninn: We don't know everything but we can at least tell you what we've overheard. You sound terribly important, at least according to the gossip.

[ooc: Everyone is free to chime in and ask all the questions they want. Not everything will get answers, but they'll get at least some information on their situation and where to go next.]

fiteclub

[For those of you still wondering what those fancy hand mirrors were for, well, it looks like there's no need to wonder that much longer.]

A mirror will let me see... Mon, what's that even supposed to mean?

[The comment itself is half muttered, not quite fully voiced aloud, but still readily audible as the visuals change, swerving from half tilted to the sky before it is aimed in the direction of the face of a black teenager, who upon getting a look at herself immediately tries to carefully comb a few leaves and twigs out of the curling mass of hair held off her shoulders in a ponytail, before giving up.]

I guess it'll come in use later.

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