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

[sadfreezingbrit_archive]

[ 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 echo_of_utopia and sadfreezingbrit talking to each other not too far away. ]

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. ]


[[OOC: Video/audio/text replies from both sadfreezingbrit and 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.]]

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[Video] @ thelimeyfruitcake + unwelcomedouchebagvirus

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[You look like crap. Have some friendly concern, courtesy of Dean Winchester.]

Holy shit, dude. Did you get hit by a bus?

*buys rename token instantly*

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]

Did... did I?

[ It sounds like a genuine question. ]

...I sort of want to see if an account by that name is taken already...

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[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?

[audio]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*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?

It's probably too long. *SIGH*

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]

I don't... I don't know.

[audio]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ 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]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

It's Tim.

Jesus, you okay?

ALAS. ;_;

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

...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?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

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. ]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ 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... ]

I'm at the clinic...

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

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Headache?

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

I.. where are you?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

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.]

What floor is it on, Phil?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ 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: ]

Fourth, in... number ten.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

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...

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

I thought.. we didn't have a doctor anymore.

So uh, what happened to you?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Philip only shakes his head repeatedly.

No, there has to be a doctor, otherwise he's currently in treatment by some madwoman who just claims to run the clinic. And that... would not be so good.

And no, he has no idea what happened. ]

I don't... I don't remember.

[ If he was in a better state of mind it would occur to him to put Tim's mind at ease, elaborate that he is fairly certain about his injury rather than CREEPY SUPERNATURAL SHIT (TM) being the cause for that.

But alas, he is not. ]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Dean decides that he really needs to get around to teaching Phil some code words to use in situations like this, because if he's not alone, who is he with? Dean can't recall ever meeting any doctors here.]

Just sit tight, dude. Gimme five minutes.

[Wishing his boy-genius brother was around to help, he cuts the feed off.]

[echo-of-utopia.livejournal.com]

[ Who is he with? Why, that is an excellent question, one which this nice lady will be glad to answer once Dean enters the clinic. ]

How may I help you?

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*Tim has now ramped up from "concerned" to "full blown panic"*

Don't.. go anywhere. I'm.. coming by.

*Not that he's expecting Philip to actually go anywhere.*

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Philip nods and mutters something that is probably agreement, but Tim's narration is quite right in pointing out his limited interest in movement at the moment.

So whenever he arrives, Philip will be lying here, ready and waiting. Or... just lying here, really. ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*Tim looks beat the fuck up up. But he's not in a hospital bed so theres that. He looks down at poor Phil.*

Hey. How's...uh.. Shit. You awake?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Blink.

Blink.

Blink.

Bli-- oh, there we go. ]

Hey...

[ He looks up at Tim and makes a half-hearted attempt at raising his arm in greeting as well, but abandons it in favour of not aggravating whatever blow he received to his stomach.

Granted, it all looks worse than it really is, although combined with the last event's withdrawal those haven't been the most fun days for Philip and could he maybe stop being in pain for a moment? That would be awesome... ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Hey there.

*Half hearted smile*

You look like shit.

*Says the guy covered in bruises with a hole through his shoulder.*

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Philip smiles back, either in an attempt to keep up the mood or because his wiring up there can't be trusted all that much right now.

Be that as it may, after a moment Tim's appearance is actually starting to sink in. ]

You too...

Are you okay?

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Me too? No I uh.. got in a fight. I think.

*Markus probably didn't beat himself up.*

What happened to you?