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sadfreezingbrit_archive) wrote2011-02-12 08:12 am
sadfreezingbrit_archive) wrote2011-02-12 08:12 am
One unenthusiastic video under sea [13/??? artefacts collected]
[ Philip's face is looking perfectly normal (if a little crabby in the strictly mood-related sense of the word). Shoulders, arms, no problem there. His chest, not currently covered by any sort of clothing, is looking just a tad more blueish and... transparent than it should.
Opacity only decreases from there, making Phil entirely light blue and see-through below his stomach. Below the waist it looks like he's been torn and tattered, his body segueing into a thick bundle of thin tentacles where his legs should be.
Or in other words: Philip, now with roughly 65% more this. ]
How is that even--
[ The blue tentacles whirl around as Philip turns and spins nervously in front of his algae-encrusted mirror, placing his hands behind his back to confirm that there is indeed nothing whatsoever between the front and the back of his body.
He spins a few more times before letting himself drift onto his mattress with resignation. ]
...I want my organs back.
Opacity only decreases from there, making Phil entirely light blue and see-through below his stomach. Below the waist it looks like he's been torn and tattered, his body segueing into a thick bundle of thin tentacles where his legs should be.
Or in other words: Philip, now with roughly 65% more this. ]
How is that even--
[ The blue tentacles whirl around as Philip turns and spins nervously in front of his algae-encrusted mirror, placing his hands behind his back to confirm that there is indeed nothing whatsoever between the front and the back of his body.
He spins a few more times before letting himself drift onto his mattress with resignation. ]
...I want my organs back.
no subject
[ He's answering, and his eyes track Philip's hand just fine, so that's something! ]
I simply - I seem to have -
I remembered being on a ship.
[ The return of flashes of memory is infrequent enough to be unexpected, and exciting enough to be worthy of repetition. Man, he's all over the place today, isn't he? ]
Philip, that was a memory, I am sure of it!
no subject
[ Philip will need a moment to catch on to the fact that this belongs into the 'not horrifying' category. Yay, memory?
...Of course! Terrible loss of past history, very slow emergence of personal identity, hence YAY, MEMORY! Glad we could illustrate that train of thought. ]
That's great!
[ Philip just wishes it didn't look so much like its terrible cousin, Mr Hallucination. ]
Do you remember anything else? On the ship?
[ He drifts towards the buoy slowly. That sting treatment? That's still a thing he's going to do. That didn't just go away.
And the definitely didn't drag a messenger bag up here for nothing. ]