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sadfreezingbrit_archive) wrote2010-12-14 12:36 am
sadfreezingbrit_archive) wrote2010-12-14 12:36 am
One accidental and one deliberate video featuring chef LaFresque [9/??? artefacts collected]
[ The first transmission is sent without Philip's consent. It shows him waking up slowly, very slowly, then veryvery fast as he realises that his hands are covered in a dark red substance. ]
No!
[ He jumps up from his bed, eyes wide with panic. ]
Nonononononowhatdidyou what did you--
[ Wait. Wait a minute. He slowly looks down on himself. This is most definitely not what he wore when he went to bed yesterday. ]
Wh--
[ Philip stares at the apron. Stares at his hands. Moves them. Stares some more. Eventually licks one finger tentatively. ]
What the bloody hell...
[ His expression flawlessly morphs from panic into WTF as he tries to wrap his head around the fashion assault and complementary strawberry jam on his hands.
When the wrapping fails Philip opts for a basic 'take shower and get dressed' routine first and vows to do more pondering later.
As he walks into the bathroom the video shows him stopping in his tracks once more, though the reason for his surprise remains hidden as the feed suddenly cuts off. ]
[ About an hour later the picture returns, for once turned on by Philip himself. It shows him cleaned and dressed, more awake but no less confused, staring warily at a plate of star-shaped cookies in front of him. ]
Did uhm... did anyone else get one of those?
[ His voice sounds a little more urgent than a bunch of baked goods may warrant. ]
Because when I got up this morning I--
[ The sound of bells interrupts his voice. For a second Philip's head drops and instantly jerks back up, similar to someone who's been nodding off.
He looks at the screen, not resuming his message. Then he simply stands up and walks away, leaving the video to show an empty chair and a full tray of delicious cookies until the feed times out.
Huh. Must not have been that urgent after all. ]
[[OOC: Responses to video, audio or text will be ICly delayed. Action taggers might want to turn their attention towards the kitchen.]]
No!
[ He jumps up from his bed, eyes wide with panic. ]
Nonononononowhatdidyou what did you--
[ Wait. Wait a minute. He slowly looks down on himself. This is most definitely not what he wore when he went to bed yesterday. ]
Wh--
[ Philip stares at the apron. Stares at his hands. Moves them. Stares some more. Eventually licks one finger tentatively. ]
What the bloody hell...
[ His expression flawlessly morphs from panic into WTF as he tries to wrap his head around the fashion assault and complementary strawberry jam on his hands.
When the wrapping fails Philip opts for a basic 'take shower and get dressed' routine first and vows to do more pondering later.
As he walks into the bathroom the video shows him stopping in his tracks once more, though the reason for his surprise remains hidden as the feed suddenly cuts off. ]
[ About an hour later the picture returns, for once turned on by Philip himself. It shows him cleaned and dressed, more awake but no less confused, staring warily at a plate of star-shaped cookies in front of him. ]
Did uhm... did anyone else get one of those?
[ His voice sounds a little more urgent than a bunch of baked goods may warrant. ]
Because when I got up this morning I--
[ The sound of bells interrupts his voice. For a second Philip's head drops and instantly jerks back up, similar to someone who's been nodding off.
He looks at the screen, not resuming his message. Then he simply stands up and walks away, leaving the video to show an empty chair and a full tray of delicious cookies until the feed times out.
Huh. Must not have been that urgent after all. ]
[[OOC: Responses to video, audio or text will be ICly delayed. Action taggers might want to turn their attention towards the kitchen.]]
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Yeah, I'm... I'm fine, thanks.
I'm a zombie baker now, apparently, but I'm okay...
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[ He shrugs and grabs a gingerbread star from the bowl. ]
...cookies.
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[ He frowns. ]
I can't be the only one...
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They're actually pretty good.
[ And yet he puts it down without taking a bite. ]
...I know you, don't I? From the hospital event?
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I didn't catch your-- I'm Philip, I didn't catch your name.
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[ He wonders what else he could say, then spots one of his cookie plates in the corner of his eye. ]
Hey, uhm... do you- Do you want some of- [ He holds up a plate. ] those?
I've got the feeling this won't be the last batch I'm making and I don't really know what to do with them.
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...Or I can drop them by, if you like.
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