One failed cleaning attempt and a few action opportunities [17/??? artefacts collected]

[sadfreezingbrit_archive]

[ Philip will be making extensive trips to the other side a few times and running into him along the way is entirely possible throughout the entire event.

It's also entirely possible to meet him at the party, although the festivity of his mood is questionable.

What you're seeing here however is an accidental video on the evening of the eighth of April.

Philip is wearing gloves and a surgical apron. After taking a deep breath he tentatively approaches his bed and starts tucking at the pillows, then at the sheets.

Tucking. Tucking. Pausing. Shuddering.

Tucking. Tucking. Tu-- Stepping back, cringing and throwing the apron and gloves on the bed with a frustrated sigh. ]

I... can't. It's not, I-- [ He groans and rubs his eyes. For a moment he stands still.

Then he moves towards the closet and fetches a sports bag.

The rest of the feed is spent packing up his personal items and a few other assorted goods.

If you are Daniel, Dean or Tim you will also receive the following text message a while later: ]

Moved to 18, 5th floor. Just wanted to let you know. - Philip

[[Fourth wall guest spectators most welcome~ ♥]]

Comments

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Somehow...somehow, this has to be related to the lack of mirrors and that whole "punching Phil but not really because it's not him so it doesn't count" thing. Flexing his fingers, still pissed off about that, Dean flips through the channels and sets it on Philip's frequency.

On the screen, one can see him holding a bottle of whiskey up to the camera lens next to his face.]

You wanna crack this open for your new house-warming party, buddy?

[Liquor always helps you cope with the pain. Always.]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Convenience is one reason why he opted to send a text message about his location. The fact that he really can't stomach looking at Dean yet might be another. ]

Uhm...

[ Philip lowers his head, quickly looking away. ]

Maybe- maybe later. I've got-- I should unpack.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Fucking Hell, they didn't seriously go do it on Philip's bed, did they?

...did they?

Shit.]

...yeah, right, um.

Later.

[CLICK.]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

You okay?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Sure!

[ Or not. But at least he really enjoys how little effort he has to put into lying via text. ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

I kinda don't believe you Philip.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Trust me. You don't want to know.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

You're safe though right?

[--> audio]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ In comparison with all the other times Philip hasn't been okay this one is almost a breeze. As such it seems only right to at least try and not have others worried too much. ]

I'm safe, yeah.

...My new room is only two doors down, I just... I just can't stay in the old one anymore. Don't ask. I'm... fine though, really.

[audio]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Ah. Well.. good then.

I don't want to know do I?

[audio]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

I wish I didn't know.

Re: [audio]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*He really wants to press the issue but.... then again.*

How's the rest of the crazy party treating you?

[audio]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

I didn't really run into anyone else--

...I mean, I didn't really... talk to anyone yet.

[ Pauuuuse. ]

Did-- Did you meet... your Mirror?

[audio]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Yes.. and no.

He's.. Not really my mirror.

*Hopefully Philip gets what he's saying.*

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAARRR! I mean video.

[goshpicklewalls.livejournal.com]

[ Trying to clean something out of your sheets, Lady MacBeth?! ]

And what is all this, may I ask?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ *sobs* I can't get the jizz out! I mean-- ]

Hey. It's...

[ While relieved to see a familiar face none of him had sex with yet Philip is still not too keen on explaining the circumstances to anyone, least of all the Victorian morals guy. ]

I'm just getting a new room, nothing-- It's nothing, really.

[goshpicklewalls.livejournal.com]

Nothing, sir? If it is nothing then I am forced to wonder why you dodge the question.

[ It's highly suspicious! Just come outta there with your hands up, no funny business! ]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ If his head wasn't so full of naked men then he would probably jump to the right conclusion now.

As it is he's half-smiling about what he can only assume to be an attempt at humour and half-wishing it didn't include Daniel's tendency to occasionally be too persistent about getting his answers.

Philip forces a smile. ]

Trust me, you really don't want to know.

[ He sighs and presses his palm against his forehead. Headache, headache, headache. ]

We can talk about it later if you have to, but I just... want to get out of here first, okay?

[goshpicklewalls.livejournal.com]

[ But while Regular Daniel only really gets persistent about things pertinent to him, Mirror Daniel gets into that shit when his ~justice sense~ starts tingling. And boy, is it tingling now.

But perhaps they can compromise a little. Just bluntly asking over and over again probably won't work; the answer is to change tack a bit. Give a little to get a little. Heck, this guy seems surprisingly willing to go along with the questioning. ]

I will meet you as you leave the room you're currently speaking from. Are we agreed?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Philip's wishful thinking takes this as Daniel understanding he would rather be distracted from this scene now and is offering to meet up and talk about something else.

Philip's Clarence is actually using Philip's brain. He understands the situation, but no comment he makes about it could possibly be as brilliant as the scenario about to unfold, especially with Philip casually picking up the revolver from the floor and putting it into his bag. ]

Sure. I was just going to move over to eighteen anyway, I think nobody's using it. I'll meet you there.

video ==> action

[goshpicklewalls.livejournal.com]

I appreciate it, sir.

[ Well, isn't this guy just being selectively accommodating all of a sudden? Yet more evidence that he's hiding something.

Anyway, fun fact: Daniel was checking out his own regular's room, and thus intercepted the whole address. Isn't it lovely when things work out? He'll be there at the door, wearing plainer clothes than Phil's used to seeing on his friend, as well as a stern, searching look.

As Philip approaches, he nods. ]

Good day.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Plainer Victorian clothes are still Victorian clothes, as such that change goes largely unnoticed. The look however does not and neither does that last sir, which stuck with Philip even though he didn't get to react to it on time.

Now, in his defense the narration would like to point out that Philip grew up in a society in which, if a friend behaved strangely and in a way different from their usual patterns, it was generally considered a sign of very good mental health if you didn't jump to the conclusion that they must have been replaced with an alternative version of themselves.

Philip no longer lives in this society and maybe there will be a point when this dawns on him with more force, however for now his view still pegs the mirror side as a place of evil and depravity, so clearly a Daniel who does not assault him with either sex or violence can only be his Daniel. Or can he?

Doubt is making an appointment as we speak, but right now concern still has the stage. ]

Hey again. Why did you--

[ Philip feels the sports bag slipping from his shoulder. He adjusts the sling and steps past Daniel. ]

Hang on, I'll get this inside first.

[ He opens the door and motions for Daniel to follow. ]

[goshpicklewalls.livejournal.com]

[ But what's in the sports bag, hmm? IS IT THE BODY?

He doesn't follow. Follow is the cancer of happen. ]

And what precisely is inside this?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ It's not that big a sports bag. I mean, the only body small enough to fit in there would probably be that of a little girl and what sort of monster would kill a little girl?

Philip laughs. Ohh, derpy, derpy Daniel. ]

My things. I told you I need a new room. Uh...

[ A bit confused about Daniel apparently not coming in. ]

I'd ask if you wanted to help me unpack, but it's really not that much.

Anyway, come in!

[ He disappears in his new room, leaving the door open for Daniel to happen. I mean, follow. ]

[goshpicklewalls.livejournal.com]

[ ...Okay, fine, he'll enter the room. If only so that the perp doesn't get away from his watchful gaze.

Also that was way too familiar and now? Now Daniel suspects this guy of first-degree derping. Coldly: ]

I believe us to be conversing at cross purposes, sir.