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sadfreezingbrit_archive ([personal profile] sadfreezingbrit_archive) wrote2011-03-24 02:31 am

Two people for the price of one transmission [16/??? artefacts collected]

[ The year is 2011. The place is Wonderland. The exact time is exactly some time after the events of this log.

Both audio and video of this transmission are on, but the view leaves something to be desired. A white ceiling, half of which is obstructed by a smudge of blood.

The voice quality is top notch however and some may be able to recognise [livejournal.com profile] echo_of_utopia and [livejournal.com profile] sadfreezingbrit talking to each other not too far away.
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No, I... I don't-- I can't...

Perhaps your room number?

...Five... sixteen on the... twelfth floor.

[ Short pause. ] All right, just a moment. [ Longer pause. ] Please look straight ahead and follow the light with your eyes.

[ Even longer pause. ]

Thank you, now--

...W-wait, there's-- Can... Can you...

Ah, of course. Let me just turn it off.

[ The sound of footsteps draws closer and for a moment the video displays part of the clinic, its most notable feature being a bed occupied by one not exactly stellar looking Philip LaFresque.

The other participant is of course none other than the good Dr Lamb who promptly pushes a button on the device, thus ending today's episode of ER: Wonderland Edition.
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[[OOC: Video/audio/text replies from both [livejournal.com profile] sadfreezingbrit and [livejournal.com profile] echo_of_utopia are possible. Action tags at the clinic are also very welcome. Please specify who you're calling, in case you have a preference.]]

[Video] @ thelimeyfruitcake + unwelcomedouchebagvirus

[identity profile] dashboardlite.livejournal.com 2011-03-24 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[You look like crap. Have some friendly concern, courtesy of Dean Winchester.]

Holy shit, dude. Did you get hit by a bus?
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*buys rename token instantly*

[identity profile] sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com 2011-03-24 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ The response is... delayed in more than one way.

When Philip finally answers he at first only looks at the video, slowly blinking a few times with his one eye that isn't swollen shut.

His voice already sounds slurred and whatever injury he received to his face isn't helping coherence either.
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Did... did I?

[ It sounds like a genuine question. ]
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...I sort of want to see if an account by that name is taken already...

[identity profile] dashboardlite.livejournal.com 2011-03-24 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[It's worse than he thought.]

Damn, Phil.

[The lighting is dim, wherever Philip is, so it's hard to see most of the damage the way he'd like to. From what Dean can get out of the video feed, though, it's pretty bad.]

You look like you got in a fight with a grizzly bear and lost. What happened?

It's probably too long. *SIGH*

[identity profile] sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com 2011-03-24 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Truthfully it probably looks a lot worse than it is. Look, there's even a brief smile on his face, although the reason for it might seem a bit alarming... ]

Phil... Philip.

[ He breathes a sigh of relief. Glad he could at least clear that point up. ]

{ Awww, too bad. Still think you should've just renamed the whole package Clarence. Got a much nicer ring to it, don't you think? }

[ Cringe.

And.

Right.

That other question.

He shakes his head slowly.
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I don't... I don't know.

ALAS. ;_;

[identity profile] dashboardlite.livejournal.com 2011-03-24 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
...right. Philip. Whatever.

[Now that we've made the distinction, can we please talk about your injuries? Thank you.]

C'mon, man, how can you not know? Did somethin' sneak up on you? Should I-

[He was about to ask "-get Cas?", but that might give Philip a heart attack.]

...d'you need help?

[identity profile] sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com 2011-03-24 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Philip would probably laugh at the misunderstanding if he was a.) in a state to do so without suffering from intense pain and b.) realised the error that occured here.

It's not that Phil is insisting on Philip at this particular moment... it's that up until now he honestly couldn't remember either of the two names.

And that's just one of a bunch of facts those blows to the head made temporarily inaccessible to him.

Consequently he gives up on Dean's first question after making a few unsuccesful attempts at wording an answer. As for number two...
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I'm at the clinic...

[ Though whether that's a YES or a NO is very open to interpretation. ]

[identity profile] dashboardlite.livejournal.com 2011-03-24 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
The clinic.

[Dean repeats slowly. He didn't even know they had a clinic. If Phil is suffering from a concussion - he barely seems to recognize Dean, anyway - then he needs a monitor.

Sometimes Dean marvels at how he developed such a mother hen complex from looking after Sam.
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What floor is it on, Phil?

[identity profile] sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com 2011-03-24 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Okay. Well. Currently Philip thinks he lives on the twelfth floor, so give him a moment to figure this out.

After a few slow blinks and clueless silence he looks wearily towards somebody or something off-screen before finally stating:
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Fourth, in... number ten.

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[identity profile] timisnotme.livejournal.com 2011-03-24 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
*Let's see. Tim has woken up covered in bruises and with a black eye he can't remember. And now Philip is beat the fuck up.

Processing.....

Processing..

Immediately jump to worst case scenario.*


Holy shit. Are you.. Did I.... are.... You gonna be okay?

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[identity profile] sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com 2011-03-24 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Audio. Wow. Uhm. Okay.

He tries to put a face and a name to the voice, but this is a little above his mental processing ability right now.
]

Who-- Who's this?

Re: [audio]

[identity profile] timisnotme.livejournal.com 2011-03-24 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
It's Tim.

Jesus, you okay?

[identity profile] sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com 2011-03-24 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
I, uhh...

[ He's still talking. That's a start, right? Apart from that there's mostly the moderate concussion which sort of makes it difficult to elaborate on his present state... or recall how he came to be in it in the first place. ]

I've... got a headache.

[ Well. That is... uhm... one way to answer that. ]

[identity profile] timisnotme.livejournal.com 2011-03-24 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Headache?

*Oh god. The horrible possibilities running through Tim's mind right now.*

I.. where are you?

[identity profile] sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com 2011-03-24 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
The...

[ He pauses. Looks around. There's medical equipment everywhere and he can see the doctor on the other side of the room. Fair to say that his initial assumption is probably correct. ]

The clinic...

[identity profile] timisnotme.livejournal.com 2011-03-24 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
I thought.. we didn't have a doctor anymore.

So uh, what happened to you?

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video from THE WRONG PERSON MUAHAHAHAHA

[identity profile] 40410.livejournal.com 2011-03-28 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wow, that sure is a beat-up looking Philip and oh man now Alex is just worried. Even though his "life here is bullshit, suck it up" funk is making a return, Phil got him out of the forest and helped him, even if he might not realise just how much he risked to do so. And Phil really doesn't look like he's in a good way. ]

Hey--

[ Sofia was the last person at the communicator, and more than that she's the person who always knows what to do, so it makes sense to contact her. ]

Sof, what happened? Is he okay?

/YET MORE GASP!

[identity profile] echo-of-utopia.livejournal.com 2011-03-28 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
His injuries are not to be taken lightly, but I expect he will be all right.

It seems he was attacked by somebody in the corridor, but I cannot say more and he is in no condition to recall.

...Is he a friend of yours?

[identity profile] 40410.livejournal.com 2011-04-03 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, we've... met.

[ Under suspiciously masked circumstances CAN THEY NOT GO INTO THIS PLEASE?

Then he realises what she said. No condition to recall. Evasiveness sharpens into a focused look, one that's taken a small bit of information and is trying not to run a mile with it. ]


He's what? Why not?

[identity profile] echo-of-utopia.livejournal.com 2011-04-03 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
He suffered a concussion, consequently being unable to recall the circumstances surrounding his injury is hardly unusual.

[ Said in an insistently reassuring voice that makes a very elaborate guess about the conclusion Alex's mind just jumped to. ]

[identity profile] 40410.livejournal.com 2011-04-03 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, okay, good point. Verbally he bows to this superior medical wisdom. ]

Yeah, 'course it isn't.

[ This would be the point at which his brain willingly accepts such a sensible explanation. Hello? Brain? You're missing your cue here. ]

[identity profile] echo-of-utopia.livejournal.com 2011-04-03 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lamb didn't expect him to know. For all the time she'd spent here she was still a little too used to the state of things way back when doctors had absolute authority and control over any medical information there was, free and unhindered by the world wide web's pesky interference.

In any case...
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Would you like to see him?

(okay you can have a Daniel too) (and some htmlfail)

[identity profile] blimeyjamwalls.livejournal.com 2011-03-28 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ...You know what, there's no time to fiddle around working out how to re-open a feed to that communicator and so on and so on and bluh bluh bluh. Daniel hurries to the clinic--

No, he doesn't know where it is, does he?

Shit.

After a lot of fumbling and textbook-consultation, a technologically-impaired Victorian appears on the screen of Philip's bloodied communicator. He stares out with great worry. ]


Hello? Hello, Philip? Please say you're there?

[identity profile] echo-of-utopia.livejournal.com 2011-03-29 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Daniel's mansion fate is clear: Any and all attempts at communicating with Philip will be intercepted by women with questionably soothing smiles.

At least this one looks to be made of flesh and blood and even has the courtesy and manual dexterity to wipe off the blood on the communication device before responding.
]

This is Doctor Lamb speaking. I'm afraid Philip is a little preoccupied at the moment.

[identity profile] blimeyjamwalls.livejournal.com 2011-03-29 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
Doctor?

[ Oh, here we go. He sounds a little skeptical. WOMEN BEING DOCTORS, AMIRITE?

...You know what, there's a more important question here. ]


For- forgive me, but is Philip all right? I should like to speak to him.

[identity profile] echo-of-utopia.livejournal.com 2011-03-29 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Doctor Lamb, yes.

[ The skepticism is filed away as a mere acoustic issue and Lamb chooses to disregard any other interpretation for the sake of saving time. ]

He has suffered multiple injuries, but his condition is stable.

I would prefer not to have him use the communication device in his condition, but you may visit him at the clinic on the fourth floor.