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sadfreezingbrit_archive) wrote2011-03-24 02:31 am
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]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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 bothsadfreezingbrit 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.]]
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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Jesus, you okay?
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[ 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. ]
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*Oh god. The horrible possibilities running through Tim's mind right now.*
I.. where are you?
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[ 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...
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So uh, what happened to you?
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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. ]
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Don't.. go anywhere. I'm.. coming by.
*Not that he's expecting Philip to actually go anywhere.*
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So whenever he arrives, Philip will be lying here, ready and waiting. Or... just lying here, really. ]
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Hey. How's...uh.. Shit. You awake?
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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... ]
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*Half hearted smile*
You look like shit.
*Says the guy covered in bruises with a hole through his shoulder.*
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Be that as it may, after a moment Tim's appearance is actually starting to sink in. ]
You too...
Are you okay?
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*Markus probably didn't beat himself up.*
What happened to you?
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Don't know...
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He shakes his head again, vehemently this time, rather than just slowly moving it from one side to the other.
In hindsight that was not the best of ideas.
Eyes widening Philip grabs a towel on the side of his bed and hurriedly turns away from Tim.
Excuse him while he retches horribly for a moment.
But hey, on the plus side this has been going on for a while before Tim came here and there isn't actually any stomach content left to dramatically support his ongoing nausea.
...
...
And we're done here. Philip wipes his mouth, folds the towel and puts it on the other side of the bed and turns back to Tim. ]
...Sorry.
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J-just take it easy okay?
*He pulls up a chair and sits, accutely aware of how unnerving it is to have people loom over you when you're injured in a hospital bed.*
Need anything? Water? Crackers? Blankets?
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{ But I could use a better place to stay until somebody's cleaned up the chaos in here. }
[ Philip doesn't so much mind the looming, to be honest he was getting a little nervous alone with the doctor (who is currently out for a few minutes). So really, Tim's company is appreciated, even if that's a little difficult to convey in Philip's current state of mind.
...Speaking of which, this is just about the point where Tim's appearance is actually starting to sink in. Again. ]
...Are you okay?
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I got shot. I can add it to my list of life experiences.
I'll be fine. Eventually. Right now I sorta look like a battered housewife.
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Who...?
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*And that's about as much as he'll say in a public place like this.*
How about you? Your head looks like someone dropped a brick on it.
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[ Philip chuckles, then almost laughs. 'Inappropriate emotional responses'. That is also a thing that's happening here right now.
He doesn't answer the question, half because it doesn't register in the first place and half because he doesn't have an answer. It's all gone, at the very least for now... ]
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How long you gonna stay in here? Hospitals give me the creeps.
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Right! Anyway. Question. ]
She said, uh...
[ She being none other than Doctor ~SMILE~ Lamb and the thing she said being... err... a bit... foggy right now.
On the plus side, we have once more arrived at the point where Tim's appearance is actually starting to sink in. ]
Are... are you okay?
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*Quick check..... Female doctors? Nope. Don't know any.*
I'm still okay Philip. I think your brain got mushed.
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