Reina took the morning off from Sparke's office last minute, which pissed a few people off, but they'd deal. Instead of going to work, she swung by a local boutique and picked up six mirrors in what she hoped were fairly gender-neutral frames. Two were a faux gold, the other four some silvery iron. None of them had handles, all fitting snugly in the palm of her hand, which she thought the better option. It might be harder to hold on to the mirrors, but anyone running around with a handled mirror, talking to it, was going to look like a fool. She was attempting subtle.
She reached Reliquary around lunch time, got herself a huge, steaming cup of coffee with two extra shots of espresso and a blueberry muffin, and dropped herself into a table. Spreading the mirrors in front of her, she picked one at random and began circling her finger around the edge. The easiest way to connect mirrors, instead of connecting one to six others over and over, was to link them to a central hub. It was a bit of a pain for her, since she'd have to manage it a bit more than she might want, but she'd deal. And she was attempting to find a way to automate it, as much as possible. Threads, in shimmering colors, spun off the glass surface of the mirror, and Reina caught first one, then two, sliding her fingers over and under the threads, braiding them together to link them to the mirror in her apartment. Finished, she leaned back, inhaling sharply. She reached out and took several sips of her coffee before pulling a chunk off her muffin and popping it in her mouth.
Shuffling the mirrors around, she picked the next, readying herself to make the next link. As she touched her finger to the edge of the class, someone said "Connor Endore?" and the name, familiar, startled her. She went first to the last movie she had seen with him in it, and then to the forum conversation they had a few days before. Looking up, she watched a youngish guy approach the counter, and it took another minute for her to actually recognize him. People looked different when they weren't groomed by a team of make up artists.
A smile tugged at her lips, brightening her eyes and expression, and she leaned forward, lacing her fingers as he passed with his coffee. "Hey there, Straight Man action figure," she said as he passed. "Care to share a cup with Answering the Phone Barbie?"