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An accidental video on the fifth floor [5/??? artefacts collected]

[ After days of mulling things over in his room Philip has finally found the courage to venture outside and tackle unresolved matters. ]

Hello Daniel, how are you these days? I just came by to apologise on behalf of the sentient virus in my body that almost killed y-- No. No, that... that's not going to- not good. That... that is not good.

[ Well. Almost.

He is standing... or rather pacing in front of a door, muttering to himself. ]

Hey Dan, how are things? So about that ritual I almost dragged you off t-- Jesus!

[ He runs one hand through his hair and moves to knock on the door. At the last second he withdraws, shakes his head violently and falls back against the wall, sinking to the floor. ]

What are you doing, Philip?

[[OOC: Many, many thanks to everyone who was and still is working on the ritual sacrifice log. ♥]]

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[ Okay, what? I mean, what?! ]

What... what do you want from me?

[ Congratulations, you've confused him beyond hope. ]

I ... *Ok he doesn't know exactly what he wanted except to take out some frustrations on Clarence's face. But now.. this turn of events has completely puzzled him. Now that they're both totally confused Tim is going to try and make sense of things.*

Ok. Let's start over.

You killed me.

You're worried about Markus. _{For some unfathomable reason.}

And now you want me to kill you.

Do I have this straight?

No! What? No!

[ He pressed his hand against his forehead. ]

I knew Markus and he just- he just disappeared after the attack. I thought he died too, of course I'd be worried!

[ Well. At least that wasn't so difficult to explain after all. ]

But you--

[ There's a considerable amount of contempt in that pronoun. ]

He slashed that woman's throat right in front of your eyes and you barely even flinched!

I've seen worse.

I've woken up and seen what Markus has done.

You know him. *he fairly spits the words at Philip* You don't know anything.

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...Woken up?

So- so what? You want to make sure I know which one of you is the bad guy? Because it doesn't seem to matter to you.

What are you 12? There is no bad guy.

And I don't want to... want to...

Wait. What doesn't matter to me?

[ A short and mirthless laugh. ]

Maybe it really doesn't matter...

[ Excuse him while he stares at his hands with a blank look for a second. He just isn't that experienced in watching his body murder others in cold blood yet. ]

Wh-what?

*Well this got real awkward real fast.*

Ok. Try again. What's going on here?

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[ He would explain, but he is just as clueless about- well, anything as Tim is.

He looks at him hesitantly before speaking. ]

Wat do you want to know?

Okaaay. Uh...

Why did you kill me and not use the freaking portal? Let's start with that.

I thought he left...

I don't know.

Well you're still here so obviously you didn't leave.

And what do you mean you don't know!?!?! How do you not know????

[ He swallows. It's getting a little too detailed for his liking. ]

There was this... shiny plate- the portal in the room, but I- I don't remember anything after that.

When I woke up everything and everybody was gone.

When you.. _{woke up}..

*Well that sounds eerily familiar.*

You kept talking after that. And .. laughing. *He shudders and looks at the ground. Yeah, he didn't want to relive ANY of that experience again.*

[ Until now Philip simply assumed that Tim didn't want to bother distinguishing between him and Clarence, but now this is getting a bit too much. ]

That was not me.

[ It sounds mostly incredulous, the first glimpse of a shadow of doubt about whether Tim really knows as much about "the two of him" as Philip thought. ]

*He narrows his eyes*

What do you mean it wasn't you. Sure looked like you. Sounded like you too.

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[ How dare you compare his beautiful British accent to that drivel Clarence is spouting! ]

You don't know. You don't know?!

How- How do you not know?

[ Okay, here's some exasperation now. ]

*Okaaaay. Uh.... What just happened here?*

Uh... Know what?

What is going on?

*Ok. So clearly this guy has issues and maybe coming down here to exact revenge wasn't the best idea. Tim slowly starts to back away.*

I thought you-

I thought you were...

[ Evil!Markus backing away from him disturbs him more than words can possibly express.

What's more, it makes him angry, because he thought, he really thought he'd found someone to talk to who didn't put him through the 'awkwardly explaining things' phase first.

Now he's left with two options:
1.) Suck it up and "confess" his little alien virus problem
2.) Retreat and sulk ]

Never mind.

[ He crosses his arms and looks away. ]

Are you done?

I. ... Guess?

I just wanted an explanation. But since you can't or more likely WON'T give me one. I guess we're done.

I don't understand how you DON'T KNOW. It's not like you weren't _there.

*Cue the staring at Philip in something like stunned disbelief. What is happening here?*

[ Silence.

Silence.

More silence.

Oh look, a silence!

Silence.

Deep breath ]

All right. All right, okay, fine. Can we-

Can we take this somewhere else? I don't really want to...

[ He looks around the corridor. Somewhere less public to expose his insane virus story would be nice. ]

*Tim folds his arms and watches all the silence. That's quite an impressive silence! Then he visibly winces when Philip suggests going somewhere else.*

I don't really want to be somewhere alone with you. _{I uh... Think you know why...}

[ Phil's arms are already folded, but now he FOLDS THEM SOME MORE in indignation. ]

Right. Because I have every reason to believe you are completely harmless.

What? *righteous indignation*

What have I done? I save people from giant spiders and make people sandwiches! I'm probably the most harmless person here. *glare*

Oh good. Here I thought you were going to kill or torture me to get your revenge, but you're just here for a chat and a sandwich.

[ At this point Philip doesn't even know why he's so upset. ]

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