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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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Sooo...

The portal worked but only for him?

*Frown.*

So I guess it worked out for you then.

[ He looks uneasy. He still can't believe it's true. And if it is? He is not sure it was worth the price.

Once again Philip is silent for a while. Then he looks at Tim. ]

What about you?

...And Markus?

*He bites his lip*

Do you know about the thing in the woods? The Operator? Faceless thing, wearing a suit with a bunch of arms. Or so I've heard, I've never actually seen it.

It's this ... thing that .. stalks and kills people. Mostly little kids I guess. And uh...

*He trails off. How best to phrase this? He already sounds like a lunatic.*

[ He shakes his head when Tim mentions the Operator.

He was too busy angsting in his room or being an insane ritual killer most of the time, so he hasn't actually met a whole lot of people or heard a whole lot of stories yet.

When Tim falls silent he leans back on the couch a little and waits. He's been there only moments before, so he knows explanations like that aren't easy. ]

*Deep breath. Just get this over with.*

So... In order to get back at J and Alex who had been filming it the operator did.. Something. I don't know what. Created this whole other person inside me to follow them around... Help it kill people. I don't remember anything I do when that happens.

I lose.. Whole days of my life to.. Markus. Which isn't even his name. And I can't control any of it.

And I don't know when I'll change. Could be anytime.

[ Lucky bastard.
The thought is a knee-jerk reaction, born from the wish of not having to live with the memories of what Clarence did in his body and what he made him do before that.

The sentiment vanishes quickly, leaving behind only a mild twinge of guilt at having experienced it in the first place. ]

He semmed so...

[ Philip trails off. Nice? In a way, perhaps. He was certainly helpful enough and definitely not murderous. ]

I'm sorry.

From.. What I understand _{not that people tell me much} he's not exactly thrilled about the situation either. And he might not want to be killing people? But he's pretty mind controlled.

Owned I think is what he calls it.

Not that I can talk to him at all or anything. Though.. I'm not sure I'd want to.

So you... can never hear him? And all you remember is that- that you don't remember anything?

[ Clarifying. He's trying to get this right. ]

Nothing. One minute I'll be doing.. Whatever. Or more often it happens when I'm sleeping. Then next thing I know I'm waking up in weird locations. Injured with no memory of what I did.

And he doesn't eat so I wake up sick and dehydrated normally.

Why? Can you.. Talk to.. To Clarence?

[ A mirthless laugh. ]

Talking to him is easy... ignoring him is the challenge.

He mocks me constantly and he... does not exactly think highly of us monkeys, but I guess you noticed that.

Oh wow. Yeah.. That's almost worse. Not being able to shut him up.

[ Philip agrees, but at the same time it doesn't escape him that they both drew a very, very short straw. ]

This Operator...

[ He trails off, unsure how to phrase his question... or if he even has one, besides a general whu? ]

What does he-- it? want?

[ Because that part somehow got lost on him. Something about J and Alex? Two names that don't really ring a bell. Clarence has something resembling a motive at least. ]

I don't know. Just to kill things I guess. Fuck with peoples heads.

Can't believe it followed us here. How the fuck did it do that?

[ Philip shakes his head. ]

You mentioned others from your world, right? If he--

Maybe he was brought here too, a... coincidence or really bad luck.

Worst luck ever.

You know whats even worse? Before I got here I didn't even know it was happening. So if-- WHEN I go back. I guess I won't know again. *Wry smile* Ignorance is bliss right?

[ He returns the smile, silent at first. If he'd been able to appreciate blissful ignorance he wouldn't be in this situation now. ]

I know I would want to forget about...

[ He trails off, looking at his hands. ]

For all it's worth, I... I am really, really sorry about what he- what happened to you.

Yeah. .. Well.

*He shrugs halfheartedly. *

I uh.. Guess it's not your fault.

It's not.

[ This would work so much better without the awkward pause before it and the even more awkward staring at the floor after. ]

*He doesn't notice the staring because he's too busy examining his hands.*

I should be taking notes. Someday I'm gonna have to apologize for everyone he kills. *wry smile* And I don't think the rest of the mansion is quite as uh.... Understanding.

Did you try it before? Apologising? You shouldn't even have to.

Not yet. I don't know who he's killed actually.

What are you going to do? About... Markus.

[ So Tim is not actually evil!Markus. He is starting to accept that. But Markus being... well, evil!Markus is something he isn't quite ready to wrap his head around. ]

*shrug* What can I do? I tried nailing the door to my room shut, and he pried it open with his bare hands. Which... really hurt.

There aren't a whole lot of options other than chaining myself to something every night. But I think he could figure a way out of it.

[ Philip thinks about this. It's not like anything he can say is more than an elaborate guess, but... ]

The mask. What about... the mask?

[ He wonders if it's some kind of tool that makes the personality change possible in the first place. If it wasn't, why else would he want to wear something so conspicuous? ]

What about it?

I can't destroy it if that's what you mean. I've never even seen it. It kinda.. vanishes.

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