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sadfreezingbrit_archive ([personal profile] 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.
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...I want my organs back.

2/2

[identity profile] sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com 2011-02-27 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It might still take Philip some time to get used to the inappropriate and ill-mannered mocking the good-natured teasing, but with the bitchface part covered he has no problem letting it go.

And more shooting lessons? Sounds very appealing. So let's wrap it up!
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...Sure. Yeah, that'd be great.

[ Philip looks around, slowly... drifting upwards or whatever the jellyfish equivalent of getting to his feet is. ]

I'll, uh-- I think I'll stay here for a bit, see if I can... find some more books on [ Gesture towards tentacles. ] this.

[identity profile] dashboardlite.livejournal.com 2011-02-27 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Cue the glower in 3...2...1...There it is. How reassuringly predictable. Dean nods and watches Phil float for a second before scratching the back of his neck and drifting up himself, glancing at his shark book and considering all the useless knowledge he'll gain from it and never apply to real life again.

He holds onto it anyway.
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See you 'round, then.

[With a little mock salute, Dean turns tail and decides to swim back to his room. With any luck, on the way back, he can scare the ever-loving crap out of someone by impersonating JAWS.]