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]

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.*

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Okay. Yeah. Let's... do that.

[ He nods and returns the smile, noticing with no small amount of relief that he doesn't even have to force himself to do so. ]

Uh... See you... around then?

[ It's hesitant, because he's expecting it to be far too much to hope for. ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

Next time.. Lets try beer instead of crystals.

*He gives a little half smile. Joking about stuff comes naturally to him. Joking about the way he was just murdered is gonna take a bit.*

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ It will take Philip even longer.

He manages another smile, though the verbal response is lacking this time.

For a moment he considers standing up as well, but he decides that he would rather wait for Tim to leave before making another attempt at apologising to Daniel. ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*He nods. Then leaves. He's just gonna.. go up to his room and ponder the fact that he just offered to get beer with the man who killed him. Well at least the man in the body who killed him.*