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sadfreezingbrit_archive) wrote2011-04-09 02:39 am
sadfreezingbrit_archive) wrote2011-04-09 02:39 am
One failed cleaning attempt and a few action opportunities [17/??? artefacts collected]
[ 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~ ♥]]
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~ ♥]]
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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. ]
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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.
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{It's almost as if your friend isn't himself today, huh? I mean, literally. }
...Dan, are you-- Are you okay?
[ It's one last attempt at making his version of reality work. ]
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[ He's rarely uptight, but he's not very comfortable with being given nicknames by a known murderer who's acting suspiciously.
He straightens the strap of his long sheath, the one whose leather is a remarkably similar brown to the fabric of his coat. Yes, Mirror Daniel carries a sword. It's okay, the muns both knew about this. ]
Now: Will you tell me what it was that was ill with your bed?
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And when Philip is hit by the truth at last ("His Mirror? Nooo, you don't say! Are you sure?") Daniel is finally rewarded by his perp acting appropriately... perpy. ]
Get out.
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Has it honestly taken you this long to realise that I am not my regular?
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[ Philip's scowl deepens and he answers through gritted teeth. ]
Call it benefit of the doubt.
[ Of course the truth comes a lot closer to benefit of the derp and Philip is actually suitably angry about it, but why focus such negativity on yourself when you can let it out on the handy Mirror nearby who can be charged with wilful deception? ]
Now get out.
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Predictably enough Philip now sincerely wishes he hadn't invited Daniel in, that is he specifically wishes he hadn't created a situation with no way for him to escape.
He takes a few steps back, placing his hand on the sports bag. ]
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Sir, [ and it is oh so clear from his tone that the honorific bestows no honour at all, ] I have reason to believe that a wrong has been committed, and I intend to discover whether I am right.
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For now Philip convinces himself to put a stop to his blind anger and actually listen to what Daniel is saying.
A wrong. And he kept asking about the sheets, so... what if he knows? Or suspects, at least? Could Philip be wanted as a mere witness to a dispute concerning the other side only?
If so, then why does he care? Does this Mirror Daniel consider himself a force of justice on the other side? A fighter against the crime of homosexuality he most likely despises?
Or could it be just the reverse? Could it be... personal? Jealousy? Could their pure and platonic friendship on this side have fallen victim to the same depravity as his interaction with Dean?
Daniel spreads his arms wide on the bed, fingers clasping the sheets. He lies there bare as layers and layers of clothing have been discarded on the floor. Philip joins, seemingly out of nowhere. Stradles Daniel and looks down on him hungrily, licking his lips in anticipation. Daniel in turn parts his own lips, his own legs and moans, beckoning Philip to--
Terrible mental images. No, Philip doesn't even want to think about it. He swallows and forces himself to maintain eye contact. ]
Really?
[ That's all he says, tone slow and deadpan. Another step back. His fingers sliding closer to the bag's zipper. ]
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Yes. And I request that you put that bag down, sir.
[ Not that he has the jurisdiction to be authoritative: there's no legit police force in Wonderland, on either side of the mirrors. But Daniel's never needed jurisdiction to exercise authority. ]
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[ I am reaching but I 404
and the screen is black and cold
as I stare into the void
of a site that cannot load ]
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TrousersBag. Unzipping. ]no subject
One-handed? Yeah, the other hand's on his sword hilt suddenly. ]
For justice to be done, sir. And for you to put that bag down.
[ A few inches of warning blade show above the scabbard. ]
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He lifts the revolver and aims at Daniel, his hands steadied by angry determination... and the knowledge that without bullets in the chambers this act is all he has to protect himself. ]
Get. Out.
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Daniel's glance is many things: angry, wary, suspicious. One thing it isn't is surprised. Yet more evidence piling up that Regular Philip LaFresque is a violent, dangerous man. ]
No wonder you are friends with him.
[ But is Philip bluffing? That's the question at hand here. Daniel has no doubt that he'd pull the trigger if he had ammunition. But does he have ammunition?
No reason he wouldn't, even if this is the murder weapon. The sheets were clean and the body gone, so some time has clearly passed - enough time to get shot and powder from the closet.
He is worried for his own life, of course, but of equal importance is the fact that he won't be able to pursue this case if he's dead. And he's sure now that there is a case of some kind. Slowly, chin held high, meeting Philip's gaze with a stony glare, he re-sheaths his sword. ]
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...Neither does Philip, for that matter. Still, an unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach tells him that he really doesn't want to hear more from this Mirror, especially not on the subject he just touched.
Of course he's curious, but Philip LaFresque is not the kind of person who would simply ignore obvious warning signs and allow himself to be plunged into misery, simply to satisfy his own curiosity.
Oh. Wait. ]
What is that supposed to mean?
[ He... he honestly has no clue. Daniel couldn't hurt a fly! Flies are too small to be painted with ritual sacrifice lin-- no, wait, that's not where this was going. 8|
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I confess, sir: I find it hard to tell whether you are honest or making fun of me!
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Just... get out.
[ His voice is now just a little weaker, his aim on Daniel just a little shakier. Hesitation would be the wrong word to pick here, but he's certainly getting weary of all those mirror dealings. ]
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And if I do not?
[ Don't get him wrong, he's not taking his eyes off that gun. This is a pretty alarming situation. And yet he takes courage from the unsteadiness of Philip's aim, and his voice is strong and cold. ]
Will you murder me?
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...He would, at least if the gun was loaded. He would have done it before, but--
But obviously this is different this isn't murder, they are Mirrors, they are- they aren't even--
Philip cocks the gun.
It's as much as he can do to reply without showing any further cracks. Because 'Yes, I will murder you' is too much. ]
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While it's true that mirror Daniel is reasonably brave and doesn't have shitloads of pesky self-preservation instincts, it's important to remember that regular Daniel was the one who worked up the nerve to descend darkly into a castle that has made players burst into tears. There are kinds and kinds of bravery.
Mirror Daniel knows that he can't conduct an investigation with a bullet hole through him. ]
Very well.
[ He narrows his eyes. ]
This meeting has been illustrative, sir.
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As if you wouldn't!
[ Kill him. Murder him horribly as soon as he lets his guard down. No doubt about it.
And yet Philip regrets the words the moment they leave his lips.
He especially regrets that a question mark slips out somewhere along the way, because if he thought about this rationally (which he won't) then the ~evil and barbaric Mirrors~ he's encounter today have been... almost suspiciously reasonable. ]
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