None of us really know what the Ingress is about. That's sort of my whole point. D'you have any idea how many people have lost their shoes coming through? Sometimes there seems to be some kind of cosmic sense humor about it -- some cosmically bad sense of humor.

[ jury's out on whether this is a hallucination or not. this whole...being stuck in mirror-mode is just jarring enough to be the stuff of miles's personal nightmares, although if this is his new recurring nightmare, he'll gladly take this over everything else. the scald of coffee on his leg certainly felt real enough, though. miles finds himself needing to resist the urge to rub his face once again, only partly because it'd force mark to do the same.

miles blinks owlishly at him instead and then smiles just slightly, all irony. ]

The latter? Most certainly. The former, well -- that's a matter of perspective, I suppose.

[ is he making sense? he sure hopes he's making sense. he's trying to make sense. ]