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Jumping in! All I wanna say is that I'm interested. Posting shouldn't be a problem, though I might have to skip a day every now and then. Shouldn't be too common though.

Your mention of rats makes me want to do something with rats now. I'm not gonna make a ratman though. That'd be lame.
Paraplegic x Best Friend and the Positive x Negative RPs sound both pretty interesting to me. Did you have a plot in mind for either, or shall we come up with something together?
Gah, sorry for disappearing for a day! Life got surprisingly busy for a mo' there.

As for the Mirror World, I'd say that talking through it sounds like a good idea. You used the Wonderland example earlier, so I'm assuming we'll go with a dreamy feel for this thing too? I'm gonna ask for giant lumbering creatures with tall legs and long necks 'cause why not. I like weird looking fauna.

Should there be some sort of governing... thing there, or should the whole world be all anarchistic with no real rhyme or reason? Latter would fit the dreamy stuffs. Whatcha think?
Interested!
Your post was awesome, keep up the good work~
As soon as his lips touched the surface, Mike couldn't really help but feel ridiculous. Nothing happened, all he could feel was the cool surface of the mirror. Yes, this definitely was the most pathetic thing he'd tried in a while, Mike thought as he opened his eyes. Familiar green eyes stared back, amused that he'd even given this a try. He was glad he hadn't been stupid enough to get his hopes up.

But as the boy went to pull away, he found his lips stuck on the mirrors surface. Amusement changed into surprise and then panic as he struggled away from the mirror. It didn't help. Instead, it felt himself sinking into the mirror. The more he struggled against it, the faster the mirror pulled him in. He fought it even harder, pushing his hands against the mirror, trying to pull away. Instead his hands sunk in as if the mirror was water. Mike wasn't certain how long he struggled. Time seemed to slow down, but at the same time everything happened too fast for the boy to react to it all. Soon he felt his hands hit something soft and much more organic than the bathroom mirror he'd tried to pull away from before. The rest of his body followed as the mirror spit him out.

It took a while for the boy to sit up from the ground. Opening his eyes was even more difficult. Whatever this was, it wasn't normal. He didn't really even know what had happened. Warily, Mike opened his eyes, patting at he ground beneath him. At least it felt like normal ground. He stared at the brownish orange ground underneath him before finally lifting his head up.

"Oh, no fucking way..."

The first thing that caught his eye was the sky. Multiple moons riddled the sky, differing in size and shape. The color of the sky seemed to shift from purples to oranges and blues as he stared up. As Mike stood up, he glanced around. There fas a forest not too far away. The strange, oddly shaped trees shifted around, not truly following the movement of the slight breeze Mike could feel. On the opposite side of the forest he saw a bendy road disappearing behind the tall, bumpy rock formations that seemed to go on forever.

Where the fuck was he supposed to go? This was insane. Mike pinched at the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his breathing as calm as he could. Was he supposed to find Rosie from here? He didn't even know where he was. Even if he did find his cousin, how was he supposed to get back? The mirror was nowhere to be seen. He let out a strangled chuckle. Great, now he was the one asking questions he had no answers to. That wouldn't help anyone.

Mike wasn't one for asking help from strangers, but he believed this counted as an emergency situation. So clearing his throat, Mike raised his voice.

"Is there anyone out here?!"
Aah, that hurt me so bad. It's so short and I just rambled, but I didn't want to take it anywhere till you got your post in.

I hope that it's acceptable though. Expect typos, I haven't written anything in ages.

EDIT: Completely random note, I like your avatar. I'm guessin' she's Sayaka Miki from Madoka Magica?
Moving to his aunts was meant to bring Micah some sort of stability into his life, but instead he was trying his best to comfort a woman who'd just lost her kid to something no-one could stop. It was fucking insane, because his aunt asked him the dumbest, meaningless questions about god and fate. Mike couldn't really give her an answer. Aunt Helen asked them anyway, crying on the sofa while he awkwardly patted at her back, trying to show some sort of support.

Rosie had been a really fucking cute kid. She'd been just 6 years old, and she'd liked drawing and butterflies. That was kind of it though. Micah didn't really know much more than that about her. It was unfair, this much he knew. The world was full of assholes, and instead of them, God decided to kill a six year old kid that liked butterflies. Aunt Helen had told him that Rosie had really liked him, and that had made the whole situation sting like a bitch. Apparently him being there for the last month had somehow been important to the kid. Mike was pretty much worthless in making people feel better though, so he wasn't sure where his aunt had gotten that idea from. Guess Rosie might have said so before she died. Or maybe Helen was trying to make him feel better, he really didn't know. Aunt Helen did try her best. Even after everything that had happened to her, she seemed to remember that the last few months had been pretty rough on Mike as well. She got why he was angry, and she tried to help the best she could. What Mike wanted now was to return the favor, but he didn't know how.

That was why Micah was locked inside the only bathroom in the apartment when he should have been sleeping. He couldn't do shit to help her out on his own, so maybe bringing back the dead would work.

This was probably the most pathetic, dumbest things he'd tried in a long time. Micah glanced at the spotless mirror again before letting out a huff of laughter. This wasn't going to work. What the heck was he thinking, listening to some idiot goth chick with an overactive imagination? Having a ritual like this wasn't very Christian of him either. Aunt Helen, she'd be pissed if she knew. Checking in on the time from his phone, Mike let himself slouch on the bathroom floor for a moment longer before getting up. Time to get this over with.

"What the fuck am I doing with my life?" Mike found mumbling to himself, staring at the familiar face in the mirror. Shit, he looked like a zombie. No wonder no-one talked to him. He glanced at the cracked phone again before leaning over the bathroom counter, letting his lips meet the polished, spotless surface of the mirror.
I'll start? Awright! I'll do my best to get the thing whole thing up very soon.
I am very fine with a thread, no worries. Should you start or...? Suppose it doesn't really matter in the end.

And heh, yup.
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