Side Room Thread - Ellie, Noah, John
"The mirror..." John's free hand twirled vaguely in the air. "'s talking. It had the good manners t'wait until I was done at the urinal." The vampire wasn't frightened, exactly, but it had been a disarming experience, which showed in his knit brow. There were almost as many legends about magical mirrors (sentient mirrors, prophetic mirrors, portal mirrors, things trapped in mirrors) as there were vampires, so he took it in stride as he shook the water from his hands and dried them on a brown paper towel.
"It gave me a bit of life advice, or perhaps it was a witty observazion. It said..." John trailed off as he tried to recapture the wording. "You are your own pin cushion. N'that... that can't be right. Punching bag? Was it t'do with self-flagellation? Regardless, it said make the most of it and so I shall! Cheers!"