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...I shouldn't be here.
I really shouldn't be here.
[ @ask-thoseworkinboys ] [ Greg is my favorite to torment emotionally so <3 ]
>A small, distant hum sounds from inside of the mirror's blank, pristine glass. >The welcoming smell of freshly brewed tea fills the air, beckoning Greg to have a seat before the mirror.
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He's just walking by. He isn't meant to stop or stare or even think about going in.
Hidgens is just out grabbing necessities that he can't get Alexa to order to his door. And he hates being outside. Hates interacting. But this thing...
It calls to him.
And so, he walks in and carefully sits down.
He's always wanted to be in theatre. Always. Forever. And for once, Henry can feel like he's on stage without fear. Or at least, without fear for now, anyways.
Once he clears his throat, he begins.
So, how does this work, exactly? Is it a... gimmick? Some seance style nonsense where another knocks below the table to fool me into thinking there are ghosts?
>His reflection fades into view, a whispy mist before its full face is revealed. >Or... faces. >His reflection stares back at him, a panoramic puzzle of misplaced features.
>His reflection the strangest of all those that it had reflected thus far. >Each peers into the muse's soul, >Greg's was tame, a normal man. >Eleanor's split into three, just like their mind. >But Hidgens' perpetual delirium leaves his reflection as much of a mess as he is. >A reflection reminiscent of The Scream.
No gimmicks, no third person my dear. I'm little more than your own beautiful reflection!
>It's voice was like his echo, although slightly warped like his face.
>It smiled warmly at him with both of its mouths. As though it was an old friend greeting him after a long drawn parting.
Helllooooooooooooowww~ :3
Ooh, the funny-window!!
Petey does a leapfrog motion to sit on the chair, hopping over the back in order to reach the seat.
[ @peteypiper ]
>His reflection greets him with the same excitement, although warped just like the rest.
HEE-LLOW PETEY !
IT'S SO FUN-DERFUL TO SEE YOU!!
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU EVER SINCE I HEARDED YOU WERE COMING. :3
>The reflection seemed to echo back his own voice with different words. >It was eerie, like a person trying to replicate your mannerisms but slightly off.
TJ, off of work and bored AF.
She is talking a walk around down when she sees a beautifully decorated dark blue building she has never seen before. With curiosity and confusion, she pushes open the door and walks in, sitting down in the chair and peering into the mirror, the decorations that were on it looked strangely familiar…
@talk-with-tj-spankoffski (info of her character is found in the link of her bio <3)
>Her reflection faded into view. Rather warped, but less abnormal than some.
Hey there, TJ.
>It's voice was just like her own. But far away. As if it wasn't coming from here.
Look! Look! It's shocking, it’s disgusting! It’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen!
( He points into the mirror towards His Brother’s reflection. )
I don’t see any— oh. Oh, I get it. You think You’re funny?!
( @thebloginblack )
>The reflection froze at the sight of the two Lords. >Immediately beginning to shake it's head, attempting to perfect Pokotho's reflection. >Each time it shook, it's face changed, although similarly wrong. >No matter how hard it tried, it could not even perfect his reflection.
Shit--Shit! HHHeyy--Uh, Hello Father.....!
>It's voice was a shaky replica of Pokotho's own, as it donned his reflection.
And of course, Hello Lord Karaxis!
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heelloo? anyone heere?? hhmmm.
[ @hannybanana ]
>The welcoming hum of the mirror seems almost surprised despite being a melody. >Hannah Foster? Surely not? >She's under the watchful gaze of that DUMB BITCH of Webby, is she not? >What business does she have with ACT? Webby would have dragged her far, far away by now.
>Whatever the case may be, the aroma of freshly baked cookies and carefully brewed tea invited her to have a seat before the mirror. >The building was as curious as to why she had stepped foot here as she was curious about the building itself.
Magpies are attracted to shiny things... even reflections.
Eleanor pecks at the edges before peering straight into the mirror to be surprised by...
Another magpie???
Just like me???? Wowies!!!
[ @the-marauding-magpie ]
>The reflection mirrored Eleanor's excitement, turning its head and looking back at Eleanor as if it was checking it's own reflection.
Wowie-Zowie! Two of us ?! What funsies!!
>It's voice was an eerie replica of Eleanor's own, making an attempt to mimic Eleanor's vocabulary.
>Reflection of your Soul.
>Going about your daily commute in Hatchetfield, You notice something strange. Something new. >There's not a lot of New things in Hatchetfield, is there? >Especially not new buildings. >It's a small town. A new place opening would be like the towns woodstock. >But... You'd never heard of this. >Not even once. >Its a small building, beautifully decorated like a travelling Clairvoyant's Vardo, just minus the wheels. >It's a dark blue, a shade like midnight with swirling light blue patterns.
>It has a banner, just above the door. >'Reflection of your Soul' >Strange. >Using the vintage door knocker, you check if anybody is inside. >A blue light flicks on from inside. >And the door gently swings open.
>Nobody is there. >All that sits is a blue velvet armchair, across from an ornate mirror. >Between; a long table, with a flowerpot and a tea tray.
>And that mirror...
Is me. Hello there one and all. My name, is ACT. Just so you know: #ACTreflects is my tag for Interactions. #ACTinvites is my tag for those I would like to meet :) And I am the ever-changing, magnificent reflection of your soul. Why don't you sit down? Relax, drink some tea. Allow me to take a look at your wondrous visage. Allow me to tell you what lies beyond the windows of your soul.
Allow me to become you.
Allow me to become you.
Allow me to become you.
