[Video -- Mirror]

[soulsborderline]

So.

[A redheaded young girl - not dissimilar to one who posted only a little bit ago, just with better hygiene and a pair of girly red hairclips - stares imperiously out into the network. It's obvious she's at a vanity mirror in a dorm room, since the image looks exactly like every picture of a college girl ever, just more level, with a neater background, and lacking an upheld camera or skimpy halter top.]

Fact number 1: I experienced a fugue state lasting at least five minutes yesterday, with no memory of the intervening time, or history of such a mental disorder.

[She holds up one finger to recount the point.]

Fact number 2: This fugue state left me with a clear and distinct memory of a particular string of numbers, and the impression I should write them down.

[Two fingers.]

Fact number 3: Superstitious rumor indicates that writing down mysterious numbers can do all sorts of things, so I decided to try it on a mirror. It can't be any more of a failure than the last experiment I did like this.

[Three fingers.]

Never got why anyone would want to meet someone named Bloody Mary anyway...

Whatever. Mysterious supernatural forces, you have thirty seconds to respond to me and win me one million dollars!

[She looks down at a cell phone lying on the vanity table, smugly noting the time, before seeming to remember something important.]

Wait, was that a sharpie or a dry erase? Dammit, where's the windex...

[She wanders off to start rummaging through things that the 'camera' can't see, but it's a small room, she'll hear in the unlikely event of something happening.]

Comments

VIDEO off some glass/broken beer bottle in the street or something

[stupidshinji]

...holymotheraBALLS.

[ Yeah, sorry, facetwin. She's not actually acknowledging any of that Fugue-Whatever-the-Fuck shit you're spewing, just boggling (and ogling) over the fact that you two look exactly the same. Well, minus an eyepatch and street punk clothes.

Wait, hold on, there's money involved here? Hell yeah train of thought derailed. She'll get back to this literal identity crisis in a minute (or thirty seconds), don't worry. ]

Still gonna pony up, Princess? I could really use the extra dosh, just sayin'.

[ Replied to within twenty-nine seconds, for the record. ]

1/2

[soulsborderline]

[Holy shit her reflection is talking.]

[And ugly, somehow.]

2/2

[soulsborderline]

Wh-what the hell?!

[She bolts back over to the table and starts waving her arms around to prove to herself the mirror's not actually reflecting anymore.]

Oh dammit I should actually be recording this.

[stupidshinji]

What? Gonna sell it on eBay, or somethin'? Like every dipshit and their dipshit momma can't work Photoshop already.

[ The real Asuka—glorious, flawless piece of work that she is, all one eye of her—snorts. ]

Get real, girly. Also, if this is a practical joke, it ain't funny and I ain't laughin'. So you can cut the bull straight up, whoever you are.

[soulsborderline]

[Right. Not exactly a controlled laboratory setting. Hopefully she'd be able to reproduce this.]

[Also, her doppelganger is a smartass. She leans in to glare at the mirror.]

Why don't you explain? You're my reflection with an eyepatch, stringy hair, and a stupid hat. I don't even know where to start explaining that.

[Text | phone]

[formermagicalgirl]

So are you going to share that one million dollars then?

[Text | dry-erase marker on mirror]

[soulsborderline]

[Huh. A text message floating on the glass this time. Well, it obviously wasn't connected to Cyclops, so...]

No.

[...wipe wipe wipe]

My evil twin convinced me that video evidence wouldn't be good enough so I'll need to call The Amazing Randi and get back to you.

[formermagicalgirl]

Well, that's quite disappointing. And if this Amazing Randi is a guy, don't expect a penny. Men are greedy pigs.

[soulsborderline]

You've never heard of the Million Dollar Paranormal Challenge? There's rules and everything.

James Randi is kind of a dick though yeah.

video {smartphone}

[ursoreckless]

A million dollars? Is that anywhere near fourteen million yen cuz I might need it in the next ten minutes.

[Mirrorvision]

[soulsborderline]

[Technically, this was an improvement over her own disfigured face, but...]

Who the hell are you?

[ursoreckless]

[ He'll grin, leaning in a little. ]

A member of the secret numbers club, just like you.

[soulsborderline]

Oh, so you're actually going to be helpful.

[She matches the prettyboy's expression and leans closer.]

And what makes me part of this club? Other than the numbers that started this fiasco of a conversation?

[Audio | Cellphone]

[scramasax]

-- Superstitious rumor? [His voice may have broken a tad at the end there. There cannot be rumors about this...]

[soulsborderline]

Oh sure, there's all kinds of weird crap about numerology or mirrors any yokel or sorority girl will believe. I just seem to have found the one that works.

[scramasax]

Oh -- good, I was - worried that people've been talking about this.

Has anyone else on here told you - much... yet?

[soulsborderline]

I got a welcome page from the guy who looks like a Japanese boy band commercial. Not sure how much of it I believe, and it still doesn't explain why I saw a bitchy lame-ass copy of myself earlier.

[steelettos]

So only "mysterious supernatural forces" are qualified then?

[soulsborderline]

Given the number of people on this thing I'm not so sure it's mysterious anymore...

[steelettos]

I know, right? I was expecting a secret club of sorts too with all the writings and texts and images showing up out of nowhere.

[soulsborderline]

It's like half the town is on here, and most of them are only interesting because they don't know how they came up with the numbers either.

video|phone

[exloserspromise]

[Ah, what the hell. Have a guy with a flashlight under his chin as the only thing visible in a dark room. Oooh, spoooookyyyy!]

I'm pretty sure you're supposed to turn the light off if you're playing Bloody Mary.

[soulsborderline]

Oh, is that what I did wrong?

[exloserspromise]

Also you should've just skipped writing your number down in the first place, but I guess it's a little late for that now. I don't suppose you'd accept [his voice drops briefly, as close to menacing as he can actually get] "turn back, do your homework" as valid advice at this stage?

[soulsborderline]

Not really, no.