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

[sadfreezingbrit_archive]

[ 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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[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

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?

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

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?*

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*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...}

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

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*

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

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. ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

WHY ARE YOU MAD AT ME? YOU KILLED ME.

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[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

That wasn't me! How can you go around pretending to be two different people when you don't even notice or- or care about the difference between me and him, when he is the one who did all this and I just--

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[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

I just...

I had to watch him kill everyone and I- I couldn't even do anything.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

I DON'T PRETEND TO ....to....

*Okay, stupidly staring at Philip as he has a nervous breakdown is probably not that helpful. Lets try inching a bit closer and shoving hands in the pocket of his jacket. This is one of those situations that Tim isn't quite equipped to handle.*

Okay. Okay. Let's just... Alright.

*He glances around and tries the door handle of a nearby room. Not Daniels. Empty. Good. Ok.*

Ok. In here.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Yeah, sorry. He is busy ignoring Tim's helpful advice on account of leaning weakly against the wall and shaking in horror at the vivid reprise of his body's stabbity rampage memory.

Good job, Mr. Most harmless person here. Really. ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*Alright Alright. You've got him. He's been in that same situation more times than he'd like to remember. He grimaces. Then sucks it up and hesitantly tries to helpfully put a supporting arm around Philip and lead him into the room.*

Come on.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Well, at least that jerks him out of his memory. At first the gesture startles him far more than it soothes and he looks at Tim in alarm.

Fortunately it only takes him a moment to rejoin reality and once he does he nods to Tim and slowly makes his way into the unoccupied room.

He briefly considers suggesting his own, which is only two doors down, but the reasons for not doing so are overwhelmingly clear.

Furniture forms inside once he enters and he sinks into the couch in the corner, trying to catch his breath. ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*Tim sits in an armchair across from him. This situation is so familiar it's making him a little uncomfortable. He tries not to stare at Philip but...

Gonna be ok?

*For the record he does sound a little concerned, not just making idle chit chat.*

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ He nods. ]

Just... Just give me a second...

[ He needs to calm down. Get a grip. But most of all he needs to come up with an idea where to start explaining. ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*He nods and looks away*

Yeah. I uh... yeah. _{I understand.}

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ For a moment Philip is silent. Then he speaks in a low and monotone voice, eyes looking at something in the distance that isn't actually there. ]

I was trapped in an abandoned research station before I came here; an underground facility that had been wiped out by a virus... ancient or perhaps alien, I cannot say for sure.

The researchers down there, the entire personnel... everyone who had been infected turned into monst-- into creatures that were barely even human anymore.

And I [ Deep breath. ] contracted that virus.

[ He has to pause here to compose himself again. ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

You.. don't look like a monster.

You look like a normal guy.

*Give him some time to come to grips with this sentient virus idea..*

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ For a very brief moment that puts a weak smile on his face.

Unfortunately that's only the first half of the story. He sighs. ]

I didn't turn like the others.

The virus is sentient, but instead of taking over it... manifested as a- a separate personality of sorts. It-- He called himself Clarence and--

[ He sighs again, given how insane this must sound. ]

Normally he "stays in my head", he can't- he can't control what I do, but...

[ Philip pauses. He wonders if he should mention the hallucinations. He quickly decides against it. ]

There was this girl- here and she... she did something to... I don't know, switch us around and all of a sudden I was the one trapped while he--

[ He looks up at Tim and falters. Then he lowers his head. ]

I suppose you know the rest. And... anyway, that was who you met.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

So .. he can't control what you do _normally and just lives in your head? Doing.. what?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Trying to take over, I suppose.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Oh. And now you're switched back?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

I don't know.

...

I mean, I am Philip, not him, but... I don't know what happened.

After the portal appeared I- I don't remember anything and when I woke up he--

[ He pauses. He almost doesn't want to say it out loud, in case that would somehow curse his good luck. ]

I think he's gone.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Sooo...

The portal worked but only for him?

*Frown.*

So I guess it worked out for you then.