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.]]

Comments

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Phil must have taken a harder knock to the head than Dean had anticipated.]

It's still March, Phil. It's March- [He checks his watch.] It's the twenty-fourth.

[Dean leans in.] Do you really remember nothing from what happened to you?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ A sigh of relief. March. If he ever had a theory then that was definitely it, although right now the present time and place have an odd way of drifting in and out of focus.

Be that as it may Philip is now trying very hard to answer Dean's question. ]

I was in my room on... [ Today? Probably Definitely today. ] this morning and I actually wanted to see the doctor and I... I left the room, I must've left the room, but... but then I was already here.

{ Would love to help you out there, monkey, you know I would, but it looks a little like a hurricane went through here and uh, might take me a while to find that memory you're lookin' for. }

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

...okay, don't try thinking any harder, buddy. You might break somethin'.

[Huffing a sigh and rubbing a hand over his face. He's starting to see a pattern. He doesn't keep up with Sam for a whole day and the kid vanishes - he's really bent out of shape about that one - he lets Cas wander off and doesn't catch sight of him for...Jesus, he can't remember how many days now. Maybe a week.

And Phil goes for a walk outside his room and gets mowed down by some sociopath.]

I'll ask around and see if anyone else got hurt the way you did.

[Dean doesn't take revenge lightly, but it is about time he started actually investigating certain questionable individuals in the mansion. Before he goes soft from lack of practice.]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Yeah...

[ Philip's memory may return later, as will his curiosity about what exactly happened to him. For the moment however he's entirely too beat (or beaten, as it were) to give it much thought. ]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[He's not going to ask around today, of course. Dean isn't sure if the doctor in charge here has any experience with hand-to-hand combat, and if someone's got a vendetta against hapless Physics professors, it might just be better to sit tight for now.]

I'll just chill here, man. Get some rest.

1/2

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Philip chuckles, as if Dean'd just made a particularly funny joke.

It looks like he's about to comment as well, but whatever he meant to say only comes out a sigh, if it was ever more than that to begin with.

Philip closes his eyes.

And opens them after a moment, staring blankly at the space ahead of him. ]

2/2

[echo-of-utopia.livejournal.com]

[ Around that time the good doctor returns as well, but (at least for now) she only makes a brief stop near the bed, nodding towards both her patient and Dean before going about some inventory business in another corner of the clinic. ]