An accidental video on the fifth floor [1/??? artefacts collected]

[sadfreezingbrit_archive]

What--

[ Philip looks around, running his gloved hands along the wall. Where is the destruction? The decay? The ice? ]

No. No, this is not...

This can't be...

[ The door he came through is not the door he came through. And the frozen landscape behind that door? Is suddenly a warm corridor with a nice, carpeted floor.]

Where am I?

{ We're not in Kansas anymore, that's for sure. Not that you've ever been, far as I can tell. Heh, not that you're missin' out on much... }

What did you do?!

{ Calm down, monkey. For once in my life I'm just as clueless as you are and I've been around for a while, so that's sayin' somethin'. }

Turn it back!!

{ Now listen here: You can either go on yapping and blame it all on Clarence till you're blue in the face, or you can get a grip and have a look around. }

Turn it back...

{ Oh, and one more thing: How about you get rid of those gloves? We're obviously not below zero anymore and I'm sure you'd hate to have your monkey palms all sweaty when you shake hands with whoever brought you here. }

Oh God...

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[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ He sighs. ]

That is not what I...

What is the purpose of this place?

[ We. How we got here. He met others. That means... ]

How many others are here?

[thinkin-man.livejournal.com]

A good amount of people, maybe about a hundred.

We don't know if there's a purpose yet.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

What about the Tuurngait? Are they here?

{ Gee, thanks for rememberin'. But I could've spared you your precious time. There ain't a single one of my brothers anywhere, far as I can sense. It's just you and me, monkey. }

[thinkin-man.livejournal.com]

Turngait? No, never heard of them.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

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[ Wait, what? Let's rewind that, for your viewing pleasure. ]

I need a doctor, a scientist or anyb|

[ Unfortunately here is the point where Philip's vision begins to blur and the keyboard in front of him vanishes entirely. He feels for it, yet is unable to find it, despite having tapped the keys in reality.

He sways and, unable to steady himself in time, drops to his knees. ]

{ You're barely here an hour and you already come cryin' to whatever quacks they have runnin' around here? For all you know they might just make it worse... and cover you in leeches.

And anyway, we're on a holiday here and, voluntarily or not, if you're stayin', then so am I. }

[thinkin-man.livejournal.com]

I'm on my way.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ He can't see the keyboard, he can't see the screen, he can't see the reply. He tries to shake it off, but the heaviness in his head and body sticks and after a while he is forced to give up, crawling and later dragging himself along the hallway, disappearing to someplace else. When Delta arrives he will be gone. ]