Event: The Reveal Glass

[indigo_league]

Across the Pokémon world, characters may have spotted a falling star last night. Or at least, one would think that's what it was: a naturally occurring phenomenon, rather than a legendary artifact. Specifically, the Reveal Glass fell to earth during a fight among a group of legendaries started by the return of a long-lost family member. But it's probably best to leave them to handle all that themselves, while your characters deal with other consequences.

The Reveal Glass shattered upon impact, and the shards scattered throughout Kanto, Johto, and the Sevii Islands… And made their way into the hearts of your characters. But bleeding isn't the concern here. Instead, the impact will hit when a character first looks into any reflective service. An eerie feeling hits them as they're transported to the Mirror Dimension.

While this realm can be many different things for different characters, one thing is always true: It is a place of honesty, where true selves are revealed. Those struck by a shard will find themselves facing truths they are no longer able to hide, and now must accept. Fortunately enough, even those who haven't been struck will be able to enter the Mirror Dimension during this event via a reflective surface to offer help. By the end of the 29th, things will return to normal. Characters will be back in the usual Pokémon world and their hearts will be rid of the shards, but time is strange in the Mirror Dimension, and the experience may feel like it goes on far longer than a day. Or, maybe that's just the emotional exhaustion.

The Reveal Glass plot is here. You can swing by the event info post for additional details and FAQ, and play out your characters’ enforced therapy on this post. As with most VR events, this plot is entirely optional and your characters don't need to take part at all.

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Bo-Katan Kryze | OTA

[mywayistheway]

While Bo-Katan was preparing to leave, she was still in the Sevii islands when this happened. Packing her things and looking over at a mirror when suddenly she had a strange feeling. The next thing she knew she was in a different place entirely.

A very dark place and largely empty. The only thing in her corner of Mirror Dimension is a stone throne. The only light coming from flames that are burning behind it. The throne is cracked in several places and she sits hunched over as if in despair.

Bo-Katan herself is wearing armor, though it looks different. Her left side is her usual armor, but her right is shiny and unpainted much like Mando’s. The signet of the Mudhorn on her right pauldron. However, both sides are worn and battle damaged. Dents, cracks, and scratches litter the beskar. Her helmet at her feet in the same condition. Instead of her hair being its usual fiery red, it’s turned grey. Age seeming to have taken a grip on her. On top of that, blood is spattered all over her. Even leaving trails from her eyes and down her cheeks even though she’s not visibly crying. In fact if anyone approaches she will just look at them with a cold, vacant look.

“What do you want?”

Re: Bo-Katan Kryze | OTA

[crystalmaster]

Radley is utterly shocked to see Bo like this. "I ... what happened?" he asks, stunned.

By this point he knows what this place is and what it does, but this is still a complete shock.

Adaine Abernant | OTA

[furiousfists]

[ As far as Adaine has experienced, her stay in this world has been relatively normal. Without her magic and forced into the body of a human, but otherwise normal. Sure, Riz has told her bits and pieces about strange weekends where she might be her true self again, but he said they seemed to happen on a set schedule, so she's not expecting to be transported into an alternate dimension when she looks in the bathroom mirror in the morning!

Anyone who comes into Adaine's corner of the Mirror Dimension will find themselves in a dense forest. Or, rather, they will find themselves in the burnt remains of what was once a forest. Ash covers the ground, some of it still lazily falling from the skies. In all directions, the withered husks of trees lay flat and shattered on the ground, as though they have been blasted outwards from a central point. Should anyone feel brave enough to approach the center of the blast, they will find Adaine, her shoulder length blonde hair floating about her as she radiates raw arcane power. Her ears are their normal long, pointy selves. To most people, she might look the same age as she does normally— a regular sixteen year old girl. But to anyone who recognizes the slowed aging of elves, it will be clear that she is some years older. Older and, it would seem, much stronger.

Before she even turns to make eye contact with whoever is approaching, she will call out to them in an angry, impatient tone. ]

What do you want? I'm busy.

[ OOC: will match prose or brackets! CWs for this thread will include patricide, matricide, emotional abuse, mentions of physical and psychological torture, systemic abuse, wanton destruction and murder. ]

[sinningtree]

The smell was familiar enough to catch his attention before anything else. He follows it to the center point cautiously, aware of his own limits here. The limits that they were all subject to, or so he thinks. Even the sight is not unfamiliar to him, a different method for sure, but he was no stranger to the way this destruction all came from that one center focal point. He'd done it himself enough times.

Adaine's raw power borders on fascinating. It's the first he's seen anyone here capable of anything beyond their human limits, and he can recognize that they might be more alike than he'd first imagined. Having that kind of power, those abilities, contained inside a human body as they were - it was one thing to discuss on the network, but another to see firsthand like this. Still, he's not trying to anger her further.

Kurama halts in his approach, tone neutral as he speaks. "My apologies, I hadn't realized anyone else was out here." Originally, at least. "Are you alright?"

Ryou Bakura | OTA

[rolltoavoidpossession]

[It happens in an instant. Ryou looks in the bathroom mirror in the morning while getting ready for the day...

...Then he's gone, transported to the Mirror Dimension.

Anyone who finds their way to where Ryou is will find themselves in an ancient Egyptian styled tomb, with Ryou standing in the center. Ryou himself appears mostly the same as usual, with the main differences being the large golden pendant hanging around his neck and the wary, uncertain look on his face as he notices that he's not alone.]

...Are you going to stay here? [There's a desperate edge to his voice, as if all he wants is for someone to stay with him and be his friend, but that's simultaneously contradicted by Ryou backing away, clinging to the pendant like a lifeline. Someone who wants to be with others but is somehow also afraid of getting too close to others for some reason.]

Re: Ryou Bakura | OTA

[crystalmaster]

[Radley looks around in surprise before catching sight of Bakura.]

I wasn't planning not to stay.

[He smiles in a friendly manner.]

Pieck Finger | OTA

[warriorworkhorse]

Of all things, it's the shine in the darkened screen of her pokégear. It makes her catch sight of herself in her wide-brimmed white hat, in her dress that she never could've worn anywhere else --

Except.

Except here, in her house. It was as pleasant a kitchen as she ever could've expected; the walls had been whitewashed at her insistence and she had a few framed needleworks hung up - her own work. Her dishes were enameled with pink flowers and her silverware had very simple paisley stamped on the handles. As she set out the places at the table, she could feel the armband sliding down her arm, and she reached to snug it back into place multiple times as she put silverware next to plates, cups above them all, and then headed to her front door, opening it to call into the street of the Liberio internment zone, "Dinner's almost ready, kids! Come get your hands washed! Your papa will be back from work soon!"

When she went back in, it was with a sturdy towel in her hands, using them to protect her palms as she pulled a roast chicken out of the oven.

Re: Pieck Finger | OTA

[crystalmaster]

Radley can't help but admire the delicious smell.

"Hi," he greets as he leans on the kitchen door. "I'm sorry, I promise I don't make a habit of barging into strangers' homes unannounced. I just kind of ... found myself here."

Ryan Akagi | OTA

[chickenchoicejudy]

[Through the looking glass, you find yourself in a theater lobby. Everything is decorated in lush red velvet, lit up and waiting for guests. There's no concession stand, but it's fine. No one is hungry here.

Lining the way to the ticket booth are assorted posters for coming attractions, though they all seem to start the same person in the same shows, playing the same gigs, in every performance. You've probably never heard of Akagi Productions, since it isn't real, but in this world they seem to have made a ton of shows. Titles include classics "Dude, I'm Fine!", "It's Not a Big Deal", "It's Over, So I'm Over It", "The Same Old BS", and the controversial rated R film "I Have No Idea Why I'm Fucking Like This All The Time!". You could be there all day looking at them all.

Despite the fact that business seems to be booming enough for shows, the lobby is empty. No one is in the ticket booth. There are doors to the theater that push open with ease, or you could take the stairs up to the mezzanine. The theater is equally empty, maybe even closed. The lights are dark reds and blues, providing color but not much to illuminate or warm the space. There's a dark bar as well, and while there's no bartender, you're welcome to help yourself. You're a guest after all!

Drifting in from somewhere is a lone guitar - no vocals, no other instruments, just someone practicing like he doesn't think anyone else is there. No one is on stage, even with the lights fixed on it. It seems to be coming from...backstage?

If you choose to investigate, you'll find the only player in the building - a young someone, sitting on the floor and plucking away at a song he only half-remembers, wearing a literal mask of happiness. It isn't hiding his face at the moment though - it's up to the side and tilted, pushed out of the way so he can focus. The Real Ryan underneath seems down, but also like he's trying to concentrate on literally anything but where he is.]

[outofsynth]

[It's no mystery who Min will find here. Even before he's close enough to hear the distant sound of guitar the posters make it clear. It should be a relief, but even if none of the shows are real most of the titles are eerily familiar. He doesn't need to see his face to know something's wrong, and fact it's plastered on every poster in the lobby only helps reinforce the feeling of dread.

He follows the sound of guitar, eyes searching the empty theatre as though expecting something to happen. Nothing does though. The place is empty, the only sign that anyone's there at all the music drifting over from backstage.

When he does find Ryan he isn't sure what to say. He'd known he needed to find him, but actually seeing him is a different matter. There's clearly something wrong and Min-Gi's supposed to know him better than anyone, but until now... he'd had no idea.

He hovers off to the side for a moment before hesitantly coming over so he can sit in front of him. He can feel the weight of his mini-synth in his pocket, but he doesn't reach for it. It's not the time for distractions, however much he suspects Ryan would prefer it right now. Instead he leans forward, trying to encourage him to meet his eyes.]

You had me worried there.

[Not that he isn't still worried, but he's found him. That's a start. He tries for a tentative smile, hoping he can at least get Ryan to look at him.]

Radley | OTA

[crystalmaster]

((OOC: Content warnings are physical and emotional torture, possible suicidal thoughts and thoughts of worthlessness, feelings of abandonment and betrayal, and caring about someone who may or may not be worth it.))

Anyone finding Radley will see the inside of a mine, dark and not up to safety standards. Radley himself looks barely able to stand. His eyes, normally filled with light and laughter, are dead. Around his neck is a shock collar that's sparking dangerously.

"Kalin?" he calls without hope. "Scotch?"

This Radley has been abandoned by everyone and left to suffer in his rival's mine. Some of these demons he has tried to deal with, but others are still there, most particularly his feelings about Kalin Kessler, which have not been able to be resolved.

[paladinlost]

The person that does respond to Radley's call is neither Kalin nor Scotch. In fact, Cecil is not entirely certain it's Radley's call he's responding to in the first place.

"Hello? Is someone there? Are you alright? Wait, was that a spark?"

Despite the fact that his footsteps are approaching, that last comment is far more difficult than the rest to hear. Maybe he didn't mean to say it out loud in the first place.

Shiro | OTA

[shiro2hero]

CWs: medical experimentation, forced combat, space horror

You're in a port, in a futuristic city. Ahead of you is a a door marked "BAGGAGE CLAIM". Behind that door is a man. Behind that door, is a windowless room.

You enter. Looking upward, you see two signs - neither one written in any recognizable language. There are no windows. The atmosphere is at once both frigid, and stifling. A long chute enters from the center of the ceiling, dropping down to the floor below, to the pile. The pile of luggage. Dozens of pieces of luggage, an airport's worth of suitcases, trunks, and crates.

Shiro is there. He's busily sorting trunks. Each one comically oversized, looking like they weigh a ton, and yet, Shiro is hefting them one by one, mechanically, from one side of the platform to the other. There does not seem to be any order to what Shiro is doing. One moment, he hauls a big metal crate to the left. The next, he's dragging it back to the right. He does not stop moving. There are dark circles under his eyes, his hair unkempt, exhaustion dragging lines in his features. Back and forth, he moves. But nothing ever changes. No one comes to pick up the bags, there are no carousels waiting to take them away to their owners.

He is here, he is alone, and he is constantly in motion.

Briefly, he leans against one of the suitcases, a duffel bag overstuffed, indiscernible writing all over its canvas surface, bracing himself. He is breathing hard. No sooner does he stop, no sooner does he take that small moment for himself, then one of the packages - this one an old medieval trunk in pale blue and red leather - creaks open. From that small opening, flowers begin to spill out, their petals dripping to the floor like water. Another one, this one more like a fish tank wrapped in layers of protective, cloudy tape, swirls with an unseen occupant - until yellow eyes appear, glowing through the fluid. All around, other suitcases begin to open, begin to release their contents.

Shiro jumps back to work. As fast as he can. A sudden blur of motion, throwing heavy boxes here and there - his expression abruptly shifting from exhaustion to terror. In the moment he moves, the boxes shut. The fluid clouds.

Everything goes back to normal.


((ooc: brackets or prose is totally fine! CWs are potentially going to come up in the threads, and I'll warn for any, but I wanted to be clear ahead of time!))

[soupguy]

Being uncomfortable isn't new to Boober Fraggle, he's felt that way for various reasons in all kinds of places, and sometimes it's just the place itself. But this has to be the worst case of he's ever experienced. Somehow, the room past the door strikes him as too neat. It's not something Boober ever thought possible, but as he creeps through - hoping to go unnoticed even though he's sure his more dull-clored fur (as fraggles go) must stand in stark contrast with this setting - that's how it feels. This room is bad in so many ways Boober never thought could be bad. Too clean, too plain, too stark... Too lonely.

There is one person here, and Boober recognizes him to a degree. He's seen him around. The big underground battle with Walking Wake, that island wedding Boober somehow also ended up at, with the ridiculous ice cream truck... He's not dangerous, but he does seem so tired, and busy. Although why is he even doing all this--

Boober freezes with a yelp when flowers start pouring out from a suitcase, and it seems to set off a chain reaction of chaos. Even once things return to normal - the creepy normal of this place, anyway - and he's no longer too startled to move, things feel more wrong than before.

He sees why all the work is being done, now. As pointless as it seems, it's what keeps the luggage closed-- And clearly that's crucial to do, because whatever just happened was far too much. But as admirable as the man's work is, there should be more people doing it if it's such a big deal! And though he knows he's too small to make a difference at this size, he doesn't see much choice. He moves further into the room and without a word to Shiro - though there are plenty of sounds of strain - starts pushing against a suitcase that's bigger than he is.

Of course, he was right, he can't move anything so heavy like this. But the other option was to watch and keep feel helpless as someone else did important work at their own expense. So what can he do but keep pushing?

Shadowmaru | OTA

[sassymaru]

The landscape is confusing. A city street. A rooftop. An ocean shoreline. A warehouse interior. It's night, in every setting, and every image slots together in jagged puzzle pieces, each one like a shard of broken glass, connected, but fractured parts of a whole.

In each one is reflected an image of Shadowmaru, and when you look closer, you realize the images change, from shard to shard. In some, he stands as he is in the pokemon world, but somber, thoughtful. In others, he is his normal, robotic self. And when you blink, the images shift, trading places with one another.

And at the center of it all is the AI in question.

But he looks a bit... different. His whole body has taken on the same patchwork appearance as the surrounding environment. Robotic parts visible through skin, one eye clearly synthetic, both still that same electric green as always. His hands are outstretched toward the jagged jigsaw around him, and it is the gesture of both synthetic and flesh limbs that are changing the images of himself.

In each memory.

He does not appear to notice anyone else nearby.


((ooc: happy to match bracket or prose format!))

[pennyloafer]

Louie is more concerned by the odd state of the place he's wound up in than anything else. The inconsistency is disorienting, and he's uncomfortable with how hard it is to figure out what's real. That discomfort does not, however, extend to the person at the center of it all. On the contrary, Louie makes his way towards Shadowmaru-- If this is someone he's met, he doesn't recognize him, but the robotic features don't alarm him. Are they a little uncanny in this instance, especially as they shift? Absolutely.

But while Louie's had his fair share of issues with androids and the like, they've all tied back to a flaw on the creation level - and from one specific creator, at that. This should be fine. This guy's probably usually more robotic where he comes from, that's gotta be why he looks like this. Right? Louie isn't exactly looking like he usually does in the pokemon world, himself. He's back to being a duck, and that's probably what's going on here, too.

Besides, maybe he'll get answers. It's this hope that has him raise his arms, waving them, as he gets close. Sure, he's not inherently afraid of the robotic appearance, but not startling the big, android-looking guy feels like a smart move regardless.

Astarion Ancunin - OTA (tw: slavery, noncon, gore, abuse, probably more)

[bloodysnarky]

[Astarion was asleep soundly when the Reveal Glass came into the picture.

It was a dank room one would find themselves in. The room seemed to be hidden behind a gaudy yet ornate wall. Like a portion of that wall was a part of something meant to be grand, like a palace.

The room was anything but.

It was dirty, the walls and stone floor adorned with cobwebs and dried blood. Chains were littered as well. On the ground, the ceilings, and the walls. Meant to hold persons in many positions for various deeds that were clear. Various tables and racks were seen, along with surgical equipment and knives meant to obviously carve flesh. They were rusted, oxidized by years of use with blood. Dusty coffins lined the walls, some made to resemble iron maidens. Dirty and worn cots with thin, disintegrating blankets were scattered on the floor. On one was a certain pale elf, seeming to be wearing nothing under the thin sheet. His ankles were chained and his back was bare and showing a bloodied scar. They looked like writings, a mark adorning his entire back, and it looked fresh.

In this palace, this was a torture chamber. Or a kennel, for disobedient little worthless rats.

But latched into his hand in a death grip was a dagger. Covered in viscera. And a dead rat in his other. Astarion laid there, lost and in thought.

A disembodied voice would ring as Astarion would turn with a glare to see any guests. His eyes glowed red, redder than his natural eyes.

First, thou shalt not drink of the blood of thinking creatures.

Second, thou shalt obey me in all things.

Third, thou shalt not leave my side unless directed.

Four, thou shalt know that thou art mine.]

[warriorworkhorse]

[Glowing red eyes didn't really shake her. Nor did some of these... torture apparatuses. After all, she was from Marley. They had rooms like this, even if they didn't like to admit it.

The only thing that gave her pause was that he was chained. This certainly wasn't the usual mode of chaining people that she'd seen before.

The words, though. Those were interesting. No blood of thinking creatures. Her first thought was that, well, pure titans were right out. Obey in all things - that just sounded like the military. Not leaving someone's side unless directed and 'thou shalt know that thou art mine'...

Marleyan military again, though that had connotations well beyond that. Coupled with those cuts...

Pieck shook her head as she walked in, cautious but unafraid. Likely stupidly unafraid, she thought, especially given what she'd already learned recently. Her thumb still hurt where she'd bitten it. But she moved to where she could be seen, a pale, black-haired young woman with dark circles under her eyes and one question on her mind:]

Are you chained for a reason?

Kurama / Shuichi Minamino 🌹 OTA

[sinningtree]

[ooc: I can't think of any pressing content warnings, but will add if anything comes up in a thread.]

The air is thicker here, smelling faintly of sulfur, rot and decay. The sky painted in reds as a sun on the horizon. There is no sun to be seen, but the forest appears normal enough with dark lush green trees. It could be any other forest on this world, especially some of the more unsettling ones, maybe even one back home.

The area seems devoid of life, there are no Pokémon to be seen, no animals one might recognize from their own world and no path leading any obvious direction in or out. There is a clearing up ahead, a fairly small one full of fallen trees.

Other than that, there is nothing.

That is until a small blue fox is noted nearby, with four long tails behind him.

A. The fox is running away, bolting out of hiding and towards the clearing, tails streaming behind as the animal races at full speed as if being chased.
B. Maybe he is coming closer, perhaps even carrying something from the clearing in his mouth.
C. Or running by, not exactly away or approaching but seemingly on a mission of some sort.
D. The fox is inspecting the base of a nearby tree, seeming extremely interested in what appears to be a box there. Perhaps something he was searching for.
E. Wildcard me, request a specific starter, hit me up at thesinnerwithin to plot or discuss a thing!

[ooc: please note your preference in your tag if you want Kurama to be able to communicate with your character during this or not. I will play him either way, just let me know! His natural cry is very similar to a fox scream, we don't have confirmed canon on speech but for the sake of this type of event I am assuming he can be understood in this form.]

D.

[crystalmaster]

((OOC: Communication would be good!))

Radley is not sure what to make of the scene. He coughs, not liking the faint unpleasant smells on the air. Then the fox catches his attention. He watches curiously at the animal's interest in the box. Finally he takes a few steps forward.

"Hey there...."

Riz Gukgak | Fantasy High

[nightyorb]

Closed to Boober | TW for death by strangulation of a minor

[nightyorb]

[Even before he opens his eyes, Riz knows he's back in the forest. The loamy scent of the earth and rotting leaves fills his nose, and he doesn't need to open his eyes to know what forest he is in either. Because it's always that forest, the one in which the shadows are too dark too be normal, too alive to be comforting even to a rogue who often finds shelter in the darkness.

His throat aches, a collar of dark bruises nearly enveloping everything between his chin and the collar of his shirt. It shouldn't ache but it does. It shouldn't be bruised anymore, but it is. It is always the same in these dreams. And that is what this is, right? A dream? Because he knows the Forest isn't here, and that he isn't dead, and anyway, these days, the only time when he is a goblin proper is in his dreams.

So. A dream. Or better, a nightmare.

Finally opening his eyes, Riz gazes up at a huge crumbling staircase that also isn't supposed to be there; partially because it isn't supposed to be in this world at all, but also partially because the geography doesn't make sense -- the deep depths of the forest at his back hadn't given way to the staircase. There had been an island and a bridge, but nevertheless, his dreams always persisted in melding the two together.

Ugh. He needs to wake up.]

Keldor | Masters of the Universe

[behindblueskin]

CONTENT WARNINGS: Abuse [verbal, emotional]; bastardry/illegitimacy; infidelity; racism/bigotry; scapegoating/golden child [possibly one-sided]; emotional unavailability/withholding of affection; bad parenting; absent [biological] mother; [possible] victim-blaming; threats; badmouthing [of biological parent]; possible others

---

Etenos palace is a grand thing. A splendid thing. The home of many generations of Eternian kings ruling from its halls, overseeing the goings-on of a world filled with people of just about every kind you can think of.

Currently it is the home of one King Miro and his wife, the Queen Amelia. And today, you might see the man himself walking down one of these halls while his wife and youngest son watches him go, but if you try to get his attention, he either won't respond, or else he'll just say something unpleasant, for he seems to be in the kind of mood only ever seen in private.

A mood a little boy of about the age of twelve has seen only far too often.

Miro is, once again, angry with his eldest son, and, once again, the child is left wondering just what it was this time that he'd done to earn yet another chastising. He vainly tries to pursue after his father, which only earns him yet more of his father's wrath, and soon has the boy in tears; something that just angers Miro enough to unleash his cruelest words yet.

The boy breaks down further into tears, then into a run.

Anyone following him will eventually find him in one of his "favourite" hiding spots, crying into his knees.



What does it take to get father to finally love him?

Re: Keldor | Masters of the Universe

[crystalmaster]

Radley has found himself in this amazing castle and isn't sure at all where he is. For a while he wanders, calling for anyone around. Then he hears the yelling and is horrified and outraged.

When the boy runs past, Radley definitely follows. Now he understands where he is.

"Hey," he says softly when he catches up.

Huey Duck | OTA

[goingbythebook]

The environment is, at first, streaked with reds of every shade. It seems to be a large, classical mansion, but it's blurry and smeared, out of focus. Any portrait is blacked out, and there's debris and claw marks everywhere, as if some large beast had gone through. The first door passed through, any door, leads not to further into the mansion but to a stark white and grey, rocky landscape, with a dark ocean lapping at its edges. At some distance on its own little island is a tall, self-supported set of heavy iron doors that look like a great force banged or wrenched them open, leaving one hanging off its hinges, ready to collapse.

Overlapping voices are the first sign someone else is here. They all sound like the same speaker, rising in pitch and fervor until they're obliterated by the sounds of fighting past one of the larger rocks. Investigating will lead to an interesting scene, of a young duck person- Huey -against two larger foes. One is a blue-tinted eagle, less noble than sinisterly haughty, making dives with its talons. The other is a green-tinted cougar, eyes almost obscured by its ragged fur, all strikes with its claws. However Huey is holding his own, a whirling dervish of energy and attacks, crying out incoherently in bursts. Every time one of them is defeated they reform and start in again.

Then he freezes a moment and turns, seeing he's not alone. But his eyes- they're wild, almost glowing red and certainly not seeing sense. Huey snarls, bares claws and fangs, and- the other foes disappearing when his focus shifts -prepares to take down whoever else dares intrude.

((OOC: Will match prose or brackets. Any threads won't specifically be fight ones- he can certainly be talked down and reasoned with! So don't worry if your character's not a fighter))

[pennyloafer]

At first, it comes as a relief to see McDuck Manor. Not only has it been a while (too long, really, but only when he stops to think about it-- so he tries not to do that) but in this strange and ever-changing place? He'll take anything he recognizes, albeit not looking at all normal. And... Louie's still piecing together what little he can about all that's going on. He doesn't have much figured out, but there's enough for him to suspect who he'll find in the mansion.

The colors he's seeing don't leave much to the imagination, anyway.

But as his once-again-duck-feet plod down the halls on the familiar path to his and his brothers' bedroom, Louie soon realizes he might be in for a rough time, judging by how things look around here. But... Sure, he knows that for all his nerdy uptightness, Huey also has a temper that could just about rival Uncle Donald's. But that's not the only or even the first thing his mind goes to, because frankly, he's already seen some strange things with whatever's going on. He just knows he should brace himself for intensity as he pushes open the bedroom door.

It's strange, how it seems so easy to know what he's looking at without it exactly being what he's looking at. The colorless shore, that he doesn't understand. But he also barely considers it, really. And that's because he sees his brother in a rage-- to a degree he hasn't seen often and not in quite some time. And he sees who his fury is aimed at, but not for the eagle and cougar they appear to be, and well... It feels really, really bad.

Louie, normally so attentive especially in cases of danger, doesn't register Huey stop or even turn on him. Even once the blue and green animals vanish, he's still looking at the space where the cougar was.

"That's me, right."

It's not a question.

Minfilia Warde | ota

[prayreturn]

[[ will match formatting, CWs will come up, but a blanket CW for suicidal thoughts [sort-of?]. ]]

Welcome to space.

Well, it feels like space. It's actually not space, but. (It is the lifestream.) There is naught but floating around here, with wisps of blue light curling around. Shards of crystal make paths, places to stand. But it spreads eternally, into the distance. But on one of the shards, a woman sits.

The woman sits alone - or does she? There are outlines of other women, of young girls. Faceless, like statues, clinging to her. Some with talons, some with hands.

There was a soft weeping coming from the woman in the middle. Her hair down, you would barely know it was Minfilia. Her clothes have been replaced with a long white gown, clinging to her. Everything was so heavy, curled around her, weighing her down. The woman wouldn't be able to stand.

And yet, she weeped silently. Was this truly the strong-hearted Minfilia, who held her feelings close to her chest?

Just make sure not to fall into the endless abyss. It's. Uh. Endless below her. (Well, there is that white glow from below...)

[paladinlost]

It's a good thing this not-space is so large, because it gives Cecil plenty of time to think as he runs towards the only true person he can see.

Combined together, the white dress and the presence of multiple other figures are alarming; however, the hair he sees is distinctly blond, not green. No Maenads to be found here, then. That would most likely have been a problem, but he cannot deny the twisted familiarity would almost have been appreciated.

The crystals he sees are not his world's; they are not the gods' either, nor do they match the crystalline growth that previously afflicted this world. For all he knows, their power can be used for both good and ill, so he chooses not to judge their presence yet. He still needs more information about this place.

The weeping, though. The weeping ever remains alarming, especially when he comes close enough to recognize–

"...Minfilia."

Vinegar Doppio/Diavolo | OTA

[epitaffio]

[CONTENT WARNINGS: Questionable anime DID is a given. Organised crime, murder and drug trafficking are likely subjects, arson and matricide/patricide are possible, but who the hell knows how this is gonna go.]

[You might not be sure where you are, if you find your way into this part of the Mirror Dimension; inside this shard is an entire labyrinth, its walls lined with large, cracked mirrors. There is no ceiling, nor are there walls surrounding the labyrinth - instead, the whole thing seems to be floating in space, or at the very least under a vast, dark sky dotted with stars.

They aren't quite sure where they are, either, but they're trying to figure that out. You can hear them in the process of doing so, in fact:]

It's no good, Boss. I'm right back where I started.

[That's Doppio's voice. You might recognise it.]

There must be something that we're missing. Hold your position, Doppio. I need a moment to... assess the situation.

[That's an older, deeper voice. It's unlikely that you've ever heard it, unless you've had the misfortune of crossing its path.]

... Sure thing. [A pause. Hesitation.] We... ARE in the same place, aren't we, Boss?

Certainly, my Doppio. This realm... There is something uniquely bizarre about it, separate from the larger world we have been trapped in, but I know you are close to me. I would not be able to reach you otherwise.

That's a relief. [Doppio sighs.] To be honest... I don't know what I'd do if I was lost here without you.

... I could say the same, my dear.

[Lost as they seem to be, however, you probably won't have much trouble finding them - they're within the labyrinth's walls. Each cracked segment, from the smallest to the largest, seems to hold an image that doesn't quite match the one closest to it. A gangly lower leg becomes a firmer, sturdier thigh; a patch of freckles is abruptly interrupted. There are two people in these walls, and yet, though you might struggle to understand how each mismatched part forms a whole, they share the same space. The same reflection.]

[furiousfists]

[ Adaine is lost. Mazes are difficult enough at the best of times, but when the maze is so vast, and all the walls are distorted reflections of men she doesn't know, it's even easier to find herself turned around, not knowing which way to go. ]

Hello? [ She isn't sure if the reflected men she sees might be just around the next corner, so she keeps pushing forward. ] Are you there, you two?

Emporio Alniño | OTA

[seacub]

{CONDENSED DUE TO MASSIVE STONE OCEAN SPOILERS: CLICK AT OWN RISK}

As with everyone struck by the shards of Reveal Glass, Emporio doesn't immediately notice when it hits. He doesn't even blink- so focused he is on sketching ideas and plans, sorting teams of pokemon and so on.

But the day runs long and it's eventually time for sleep. He puts his books away, goes to brush his teeth-

...And then he's somewhere else. Some place he hasn't moved on from, not really. Before him lies the ocean and he feels like he's as small as he was 4 years ago. Back in his baseball uniform, standing in the water as it fills with blood. As bodies float.

Yet there are walls here as well- the same walls he never quite left, the same walls one could argue lock him in entirely. There's no immediate danger though. No....immediate danger would imply an end after all, and instead there's a child standing in something that fluctuates between water and sand with a look of peril on his face.

With blood running down from his eyes like tears.

Unbidden, he says-

"...I'm alone again."

He probably won't notice anyone's presence until they appear and even then, it's hard to tell if he'll react.

[pennyloafer]

Whatever this place is, time feels so strange here. Louie feels like he's been here for such a long time yet can't entirely recall how that time has passed. It's not like one of those weekends, though, where after the fact the things have are hard to recall in a hazy, dream-like way. This no dream, just a stressful and confusing nightmare.

Besides, the weekends only feel that way after the fact. Louie has no question if he's still in the midst of... all of this, when he finds himself in the ocean. Or, on the edge of the ocean? It's somehow both at once, with concrete walls at that, which he supposes lines up with what all the other disorientation. Fortunately, it's still easy enough to move through things as if water, and swimming is one of those rare physical activities where Louie excels; living on a houseboat for years will do that to you.

Plus, well, like a duck to water as they say. And a duck is what he is right now. But even with Louie's penchant for swimming, he's so taken aback when he spots Emporio that for a moment, he almost goes under. Always the sharpie, on some level Louie understands that with all he's already seen, this explains some things. The walls, the ocean... He sees how these start to tie back to what he does know about Emporio's life back home. It's just hard to focus on all that when he's looking at Emporio, distressed and out in the middle of this with blood running down his face.

Harder still when Louie hears what he says.

It's those three words that shake him from his stupor, and he goes from barely treading water to swimming as fast as he can manage until he's standing by Emporio's side. And figuring out how now he can stand, what all this ever-shifting weirdness about, that's not important.

"Hey... Hey, Emporio, it's me. I'm here, it's--" What's he going to say? It's clearly not okay. His voice loses a bit of its strength but is no less sincere as he tries again. "I'm with you."

Luisa Madrigal | OTA

[neverbreaks]

[ It's dark at first, and the rough stone walls that surround you might suggest at first a cave of some sort. As you walk further along the single path in the cave, dim light starts to fill the space as it starts to expand out, and there seems to be some kind of...exercising equipment around; ropes for climbing that dangled from the ceiling, low bars that stretched across the cavern, and a plethora of weights, both on pulleys and free weights.

Soon the stone walls open up into a larger area, dark gray stone surrounding what appears to be a room, with a single bed tucked up against a wall. Sitting on the bed appears to be a young girl - though those who are familiar with Luisa might notice the similarities between her and this child, who appears to be a smaller, younger version of the muscular woman many might have seen around Johto.

This girl seems much smaller, though, especially as she sits on the bed with her legs drawn up, hugging them to her chest as she curls into herself, staring out into the dark space around her. ]

[senorita_perfecta]

(The appearance of the stone walls certainly makes Isabela much smaller than she would normally be. Actually, she is now much younger than she is right now: plain glossy hair tied up in pigtails, monochromatic color palette in her outfit and not a single color pollen dye to be found. The presence of exercise equipment soon informs her that Luisa might be hidden in this room.

How could she not recognize this place so well? She is certain that this has to be her room in Casita: who else could have normally use weighs and ropes on a daily basis?

As she gets closer, she is able to find Luisa, only much younger and smaller too, sitting on the bed and staring into the dark void. Her heart sinks deeply than she would have expected as she approaches her younger sister, hoping to see what is bothering her right now.)

Jotaro Kujo | OTA

[phdepression]

Jotaro’s Johto Adventure had been going well. He had just arrived in Mahogany Town after fighting off a Tranquill and was about to enter the Pokemon Center when he caught his own reflection in the glass doors.

And then he’s no longer there.

A) Did someone say enforced therapy? | CW: blood, death, gore mention, description of corpses including an animal

You arrive in Egypt, 1989.

It’s dark but it’s not cold because everything up in flames. Cars are destroyed. Buildings are in rubble. The scent of blood is thick in the air.

Jotaro’s kneeling there quietly in front of a burning fire. He wears a Japanese school uniform customised with a variety of chains instead of his usual purple coat and print pant boots. Jotaro’s sixteen again and covered in blood. It’s slick on his hands and his uniform which masks the various puncture wounds in his body.

Maybe it’s because he’s never moved on from this.

A black book sits idly in his hand. Four corpses lay between him and the fire. The arms of what was once an Egyptian man. A Japanese teenager with fiery red hair and a hole the size of someone’s fist in his stomach. A French man without his arms or legs. A Boston Terrier that looks like it’s been beaten to death.

But if you blink, the human corpses change. A woman with no arms. A man with pink hair and a hole in his chest. And Jolyne Cujoh.

He’ll hear you no matter how quiet you try to be. He won’t look at you but just… sigh.

“What do you want?”

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B) I am the Daddy Issue

Alternatively, you may find yourself in a ship’s cabin.

Jotaro’s office is a nautical themed room, filled with various models of ocean fish and maps. However, Jotaro’s body and attire is still of a sixteen-year-old for some reason.

But he doesn’t act like a teenager. He acts like a tired, old man. He stares at his phone, watching what looks like a livestream of… everything. His daughter talking to her friends. His mother alone in their house. His uncle graduating high school don’t ask.

“I should be with them…”

But he’s not.

You will notice that there are no doors or windows here.

A

[rolltoavoidpossession]

Ryou is stunned when he walks in to see fire and death and destruction. He's honestly considering trying to leave, but then he gets noticed anyways.]

I...do you need anything? Any help?

Princess Allura | Voltron: Legendary Defender | OTA

[heartofalioness]

[CWs: War, death, implied genocide]

[At first glance, people who’ve visited will think this is a perfect replica of the beach house on Four Island. But… something’s definitely off. The whole house is too shiny, reflective, as if every object and surface has been replicated from colored glass, every step echoing and possibly lightly cracking the surface.

In the middle of the living room is Allura, smiling beatifically. She’s dressed in casual but cute clothes like she’s become accustomed to in the world of Pokémon, nails still painted and hair still bearing its now-normal pink streak. If anyone notices the reflections in the glass, however… one wearing a princess dress, another a jumpsuit, yet another her pink Paladin armor… none of which actually match the Allura standing before you.]

Greetings. How can I help you?

[tempredmental]

[Some of Keith's steps did cause cracks, and he flinched each time, like he was breaking something important. Everything felt delicate, and he was afraid break things. He was, by no means, clumsy, but the feelings in this place intimidated him into being extra cautious.]

Uh...

[He was confused.]

Allura?

Keith

[tempredmental]

It didn't take much to find something shiny, honestly. Heck, just a window on the cabin he'd been sharing with Allura for their Valentine's getaway had been enough.

Anyone else getting drawn in would find themselves in an open spacescape. Team Voltron might recognize the area as what they see when fully linked to their Lions. However, this was different. There was a back of desert ground here, and, on that patch, a rundown shack of a cabin with a hoverspeeder.

[behindblueskin]

Poor Keldor. This place is certainly up there in terms of intensity. Already he's been forced to face and relive some of his most unhappy moments in his life prior to coming to this world, and it's leaving him feeling things he'd much rather not feel.

And on top of that, he was given something of an ultimatum: confront the things he's thus far refused to face, or else have his worst fears come to life.

Well, he can shelve them and never think about them ever again set all that aside for later.

This is...

This is....

The sky [it is a sky?] sure is nice. It's not an Eternian sky [no planets or extra moons in it], but the stars—if stars they be—are pretty, and for some reason, the celestial backdrop just suits the shack quite well, if he overlooks the strange vehicle parked outside it [something this high-tech just seems to clash against the otherwise rustic scene].

Vehicle or no, this place does at least invite one to get a better look of this place.

From the outside.

For now, anyways.

It wouldn't do to just intrude into someone else's home, even if you're not sure if anyone is at home tonight, and Keldor is a little too properly-raised to go barging in.

Romelle

[questioneverything]

When it happens, the visitor will find themselves transported to a wide open field on a space colony. A large space ship is on the ground before them, the doors on the side open. There are lines and lines of people, waiting... each line ends with a sentry in armor holding a tablet-like device. They're scanning each person in line. A shape of each person was on the tablet they were standing with. As each person was scanned, the shape would either turn bluish-green or magenta-red. The people with the bluish-green results were loaded on to the ship. The other ones are sent away.

Romelle is on line, waiting. The line seems to stretch forever... for... ever...

[phdepression]

Wow. That's a big spaceship. Jotaro has a weird relationship with spacecraft these days, so instead of turning to the ship and jumping queue to ask the sentries what's going on, he heads down the line. And geeze, it's a long line... He's not sure who to talk to or what even to ask, but then he recognises that girl from before. He's only seen her once when they talked about her breeding troubles but in a sea of strangers a familiar face sticks out.

"What's going on?" Jotaro (still in his seventeen year old body) asks Romelle with nary a greeting.

[divine_braid]

You found yourself inside a space colony. Nearby was a blocky looking building with what looked like a junkyard in the back. The door to the building was partially open, drawing you inside.

Once inside, you were presented with what looked like it had been a mechanic's shop, but hae been partially converted into a living space. Behind the front counter was a makeshift kitchen, and the waiting area had been turned into a living/dining room with a worn couch and a TV. There were still elements of the shop... boxes, a green chalk board with projects and dates over an old desk with piles of paperwork, a whiteboard across the way with notes, lockers... The remote for the TV was sitting there on the desk. If you flipped it on, you had the choice of a few specific channels...

1. - A message blinking across the screen... something about "Operation Meteor". If you lingered long enough, it would change to a video.

2. - A news report about a captured Gundam pilot.

3. - A broadcast message from a young girl with piercing blue eyes and short red hair in a military uniform.

4. - A static-filled channel with stolen cable porn that sounded like someone saying, "Welcome to Team Rocket..." in a garbled voice.

[phdepression]

Jotaro Kujo wasn't sure what or why he was here but at least this was better than being in his own Mirror Dimension. It almost seems like home, and he could have easily mistaken it for a normal house if not for the space colony outside.

The man (he still looks like a teenager on the outside) looks around, hands in his pockets. He looks with interest at the assorted notes and lockers... and then the TV remote which looks oddly out of place.

Weird.

Jotaro's not one for TV but maybe it has a hint of where he is, why he's here and how does he leave. He flicks to the news, frowning. What the hell is a Gundam Pilot?

Luna Lovegood

[looneylovegood]

Luna didn't have a lot. Most of her life was an open book here. She was open, liked to share and learn about others in return.

But, there were little things... things she'd considered insignificant in light of other people's issues, perhaps... things she didn't think were as important to talk about. After all, there were other things out there that had more meaning or had happened to others with more influence. Perhaps someone else's problems were just that much bigger than hers. So, hers probably didn't matter as much.

She always tried to move on, tried to keep an open mind and deal with her traumas.

The building, in the middle of a field, was a tower-like structure... tall, narrow, a bit round. It looked like it was missing the rest of the castle. There was a doorway, with steps leading up from the ground to the level of the door, and bushes on either side. The bushes produced fruit! Though, they weren't hanging from the branches like one would expect. Instead, each fruit floated above its branches, all of them tethered to the plant by its respective stem.

On one bush, there was a hastily, but neatly, painted sign that read, KEEP OFF THE DIRIGIBLE PLUMS.

[phoenixwiz]

Harry didn’t have to think twice about entering the mirror dimension again as he fears that many people might be trapped in there and in need of help. By now he has entered said place earlier at least twice and he wonders what his third time in this place would be like this time.

What he was not expecting to come into is a tower in the middle of a field which looks like it had been torn apart from a castle by unknown forces. That is very peculiar: he didn’t expect to see a standalone tower in a field. Curiosity soon holds its grip on him as he carefully enters the tower and walks up the steps towards the doorway and the dirigible plum bushes on either side of the door. The plums even confuse him even more than the tower as the fruits are floating above the stems.

Does he dare to pluck one dirigible plum out in spite of what the sign’s words are trying to tell him? To be fair on his part, Harry is more interested in knowing whose mirror dimension he is in at this time so he can find the person in trouble and help them out.

Ember Lumen | OTA

[hottemper]

[Those who enter Ember's mirror dimension will find themselves in a... shop? Although the things being sold don't are items specifically made for fire elementals - tea kettles, fire candy, glassware, firewood, etc. But no one's currently running the shop, and along the walls are photos of Ember - in full fire elemental form, and another water person beside her. The photos are of them in love, but as you continue to the backroom, the photos start to only show Ember. Wade almost seems... fading out of them.

There's a soft sob coming from a small backroom, where there's a blue flame set up in the center. And Ember, small and crouched beside it.]

I miss him so much...

I almost lost him once...

This is ridiculous - I didn't need him before, I don't need him NOW!

[senorita_perfecta]

(Isabela has found herself to be dragged into the mirror dimension again, this time finding herself in a shop. She notices that the shop is nearly empty and that no one seems to be running it either. Then she soon sees pictures of a fire elemental and a water elemental that she decides to follow them to see where it could take her.

As she goes into the backroom though, the water elemental disappears from the photos that followed which does alarm Isabela in a great concern. Then she begins to hear a sob, small but audible, that she turns to see Ember, now in her real form, crying beside the blue flame. Oh no, it looks like she must have a rough break up or the water elemental has gone missing.

Whatever the cause is, Isabela can tell that she is not happy and very much heartbroken. She treads carefully as she approaches Ember, hoping to see if there is anything she can do to help and not to accidentally scare her off.)

Um, Ember? Hello. Are you, um, alright today? If it is okay, maybe I can stay with you in here, you know, just to have some company around.

Yuzu Hiiragi | OTA

[songstressedout]

[ Yuzu thought she was used to handling the crazy things that life here throws her way. Most things that happen here she can chalk up to either shenanigans or just easily-handled compared to some of the things she's experienced.

Unfortunately, being sucked into a mirror world is the exception. ]

A-Ah... ah...

[ Yuzu's space is... well, it's a mess. It's a mismatch of various different locations, clearly different from each other, but stitched together like some kind of messy collage. In the distance, there's a large tower with the big letters "LDS" on the top. Winding highways stretching out throughout the sky, held up by massive pillars littered throughout the "city". In another direction, the buildings take on a more medieval theme... and in the other, a completely ruined city, buildings devastated as if it were a battlefield, and a massive heart-shaped structure amidst the rubble after having seemingly crushed a number of buildings as if it fell from the sky.

And Yuzu? She... doesn't look fine.

She's staggering along the road, her appearance having become just as broken as the world around her... like she's glitching, so to speak. For the most part, her body and face seem to remain the same, but she's younger... 14 again.

One side of her head has pink hair with a single pigtail coming out the side, the other is dark purple and is a completely different length, falling down past her shoulders. The back of her head is blue with a ponytail done up with a yellow bow, and the top of her head is light green. Her eyes seem to change color every time she blinks... blue, green, pink, orange.

Her clothes are the same as well, split into four different sections that don't match. One side of her upper half is a tight black shirt with a red vest over it, the other side is a blue and white tracksuit with pink pads on her shoulder and elbow. On one side of her lower half is a short pink skirt from a school uniform, the other is a long raggedy dress over pants with a bright red scarf tied to her belt.

Essentially, a patchwork of four girls identical yet different... forced into one. ]

W-Who... I-I don't...

[ She's clutching her head, her body and face at least remaining stable while everything else about her seems to change constantly, as if unable to decide on who she is. But of course, those parts about them were always the same.

As she stumbles along, she trips... falling to her knees as she clutches her head, as if beset by a terrible headache. ]

I don't know... Who am I...?

[ Even her voice changes... her tone, her pitch, it all changes even as she speaks. Yuzu's own voice is there of course, but like everything else, it fights for dominance with three other voices. ]

[phdepression]

[Where the hell is he? This place looks a hell of a lot more chaotic than anywhere he's been before. Jotaro looks around and frowns as he walks through the streets, absent-mindedly brushing his school uniform clean of dust. Yuzu isn't the only one having body troubles. However, instead of being a violent amalgamations of dimensional counterparts, he's just stuck in his seventeen year old body. Still, Jotaro's bleeding out of various puncture wounds in his torso. It doesn't hurt, per say, but it's still... weird.

Yuzu is the only person around and when he sees her he opens his mouth to ask her a question. But then she trips and looks like she's having an episode. Jotaro runs over to her and kneels down in front of her, a concerned frown on his face.]

Hey. Girl. What's wrong with you? [Wonderful bedside manner as ever, JoJo]