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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[devildom-diva.livejournal.com]

Ugh! Don't yell at me! I'm, like, totally trying to help!

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[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

All right.

[ He rips his gloves off and throws them onto the floor. ]

There. And what now? New boots? A haircut?

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[devildom-diva.livejournal.com]

I've got, like, the cutest dress ever for you! It'll totally go with your eyes and stuff!

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[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Yeah, great talking to you too. Walking away now, kthx. ]

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[devildom-diva.livejournal.com]

HEY. GET BACK HERE.

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[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ He turns around. Almost. He wants answers and damn, he really wants company, but whoever this is seems unlikely to provide help with the former or be all that terrific as the latter, so he forces himself to keep walking. ]

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[devildom-diva.livejournal.com]

[ HER SCREECHING WILL FOLLOW YOUR RETREAT. ]

OHMIGOD, YOU ARE SUCH A JERK. I WILL FIND YOU. THAT IS MY QUEST. YOU WILL, LIKE, TOTALLY BE PRETTY WHETHER YOU TOTALLY LIKE IT OR NOT, OKAY?! I'LL BEAT YOU UP! AND THEN I'LL MAKE YOU PRETTY! OHMIGOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD---

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[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ He cringes, although it's from the sound rather than the threat, because OBVIOUSLY there is NO WAY THAT'S EVER GOING TO HAPPEN.

The screeching continues and he disappears around a corner, wondering if he will actually meet somebody sane in this place. ]