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. ♥]]

Comments

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

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?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

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?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Yeah. .. Well.

*He shrugs halfheartedly. *

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

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

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. ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*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.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

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

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

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

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

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. ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*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.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ 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? ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

What about it?

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

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Does it do something?

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Probably? I don't think he'd wear it otherwise.

I do know that Stango knocked it off him once, and he seizured and passed out. And then I woke up.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[Oh! Oh! Oh! ]

I- I remember that. Clarence pulled the mask off too and he... he just collapsed.

[ And fell down the stairs. And... more terrible things. Not a happy memory after all. ]

Maybe-- wait, Stango?

[ Was he supposed to have remembered that name? ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

I guess that's one way to stop him.

Benny Stango. Surly detective. He doesn't broadcast that often. You might not have met him.

*He stares past Philip thinking about that stupid mask. If that's the key, then he needs some way to get rid of it. Only he has no idea how.*

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

There's a detective after you?

[ That's terrible news, because it makes him realise that, for all intents and purposes, he is a murderer. "But the alien entity in my head did it!" Sure, try selling that to the jury. ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Hmm? Oh. No. He's not after me. He's one of the few people who know... I'd uh.. like to keep it that way.

*He looks at Philip pleadingly. The less people who know the better.*

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ The implications of that pleading look go unnoticed. It wouldn't even occur to Philip to tell. ]

You're the only one who knows about...

[ He trails off. He doesn't even want to say Clarence's name right now. ]

So this- this detective knows and he doesn't...

[ Try to arrest you? Kill you? Think you're a monster? ]

...care?

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Oh he cares. He just doesn't know what to do about it.

We don't have a jail so...

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[ There goes that shimmer of hope he had about ever getting along with anybody here. ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Yeah. *He hunches over* Sucks to be us.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Philip suddenly wishes this scene was set in a bar. At least then he wouldn't need to know what to say next, he could just order another round. That and... well, there would be booze.

Instead he initiates yet another thrilling silence before getting ready to look Tim in the eyes again. ]

What now?

[ Suffice to say that their confrontation didn't exactly go as he expected it to. ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

I dunno. *Small smile* We try not to kill each other anymore?

I. ... Hope he doesn't come back.

*Tim's just gonna stand and shove his hands in his pockets. He should leave before it gets awkward again.*