At some point during the carnival, Deadpool had played a game and won a prize. Sure those sharpshooter games were rigged af, but when you were a fantastic shot and were used to firing around your own chaos, a rigged game involving shooting things didn't really do much.
And the prize he'd chosen? A pair of boots. Okay sure, they were pretty hella cowboy, like to an absurd extent. And yeah, some of the cowboy clowns wandering around had been wearing them, so they were basically cowboy clown boots. BUT. They were boots!! And they were lady boots!! (The carny had given Deadpool quite the look as he'd requested them, but Deadpool had yoinked an obvious humanities grad student down and asked them a question about cultural gender expectations and then walked away, leaving the carny to quite the lecture. Take THAT!)
It had taken a little bit to find her, but finally he noticed Saxsice about to go into a hall of mirrors. He'd rushed up and shoved some other loser out of the way to be the partner that went in behind her.
"HEY! SEXY!! I GOT YOUR BOO-FUCK!" He shook his head, having run right into a mirror. They'd gotten separated by mirrors just that fast.
He started trying to get to her, naturally slamming into mirror after mirror and swearing as profusely as her. Then he sees her pausing to reach out to a mirror, and that gives him pause himself.
"You okay? Is that mirror talking shit?"*
An interesting note is that Deadpool sees nothing wrong with the mirrors. What he sees in the mirror is Deadpool. That has interesting implications - namely that he sees himself as Deadpool and nothing more than Deadpool - but if that depth is to be explored, it'll have to be pointed out to him at some point.
*((OOC: Do we want to assume that they can see each others' changed (or not, in Deadpool's case) image? I'm cool either way!))
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And the prize he'd chosen? A pair of boots. Okay sure, they were pretty hella cowboy, like to an absurd extent. And yeah, some of the cowboy clowns wandering around had been wearing them, so they were basically cowboy clown boots. BUT. They were boots!! And they were lady boots!! (The carny had given Deadpool quite the look as he'd requested them, but Deadpool had yoinked an obvious humanities grad student down and asked them a question about cultural gender expectations and then walked away, leaving the carny to quite the lecture. Take THAT!)
It had taken a little bit to find her, but finally he noticed Saxsice about to go into a hall of mirrors. He'd rushed up and shoved some other loser out of the way to be the partner that went in behind her.
"HEY! SEXY!! I GOT YOUR BOO-FUCK!" He shook his head, having run right into a mirror. They'd gotten separated by mirrors just that fast.
He started trying to get to her, naturally slamming into mirror after mirror and swearing as profusely as her. Then he sees her pausing to reach out to a mirror, and that gives him pause himself.
"You okay? Is that mirror talking shit?"*
An interesting note is that Deadpool sees nothing wrong with the mirrors. What he sees in the mirror is Deadpool. That has interesting implications - namely that he sees himself as Deadpool and nothing more than Deadpool - but if that depth is to be explored, it'll have to be pointed out to him at some point.
*((OOC: Do we want to assume that they can see each others' changed (or not, in Deadpool's case) image? I'm cool either way!))