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[ the video slowly pans across the living room of Cashmere's apartment. anything even vaguely reflective has been covered with cloth taken from the city shops. she's had enough of seeing a horrible future. after the pan across the living room, she continues to walk around her apartment as she talks, just in case anyone might need further proof that it's all covered.

This is your official invitation to stop being sad and alone in your home and to come to my place for a party. There's going to be food, alcohol and music, and best of all, no mirrors allowed. As they say, misery loves company.

Who's in?

[ or you can do a log here! ]

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Another "gift" from your captors meant to force you into fueling them. They only wish to use you for their own benefit. Do you not understand that?

[its not like his mirror showed him something about being enslaved by Team Rocket for eternity or anything. Why would you think that? But he turns to anger rather than sorrow or fear. Perhaps that will fuel another god, but at least it's not Sorrow or Hope. Is there a god of pettiness, cause Mewtwo would be their patron saint.]

Do not look into your mirror, and do not dwell on what you see if you do. You only play into their hands.