One increasingly restless physicist in three settings [22/??? artefacts collected]

[sadfreezingbrit_archive]

[ Philip's been in Wonderland for almost a year now. He's dedicated some time to the idea of meeting a romantic partner here, but that time was extremely limited to say the least. Fleeting thoughts that don't compare...

Fleeting thoughts that don't compare to this nagging feeling, that increasing restlessness he's been trying to ignore since yesterday. Talking to Dean and remembering what a good friend he's found in him somehow made things better, if only temporarily. Very temporarily. There is still-- ]

Christ, I look like a shoddy James Bond villain knock-off.

[ There is still so much missing, which is why this accidental video has been showing him trying on various outfits and muttering to himself for well over an hour now. Granted, having one arm still in a sling slows the process down considerably, but there's also the fact that he really isn't too sure which occasion he's so frantically trying to find an appropriate outfit for.

He tentatively holds two ties up to his (currently) white shirt. ]

That's not... not really saying hate me, more ignore me or bad Christmas present.

[ He groans and disappears from view, reappearing in outfit #491 some time later. ]

Okay. [ Adjusting dark blue trousers. ] Right. [ Straightening dark blue shirt. ] Good, that's-- [ Checking light blue tie. ] That's... [ Deep sigh. ] That's nonsense.

[ Ripping light blue tie off and tossing it away before plonking down on the bed. ]

It's complete and utter nonsense.

{ Don't beat yourself up, it's only marginally more ridiculous than the other human mating rituals I remember.

But um, if you wanna kick back and let old Clarence show you how it's done, I've got someone in mind already. Best plan too, trust me here, 'cause you ain't gonna score and we both know it... }

Look, just this once don't--

[ Whatever passionate statement Philip was about to make to "himself" is lost on his audience as the video feed cuts off at last. ]

- - - -

[ Philip's voice is heard again soon after that, though his final decision on what to wear will remain a mystery, at least during this brief (yet deliberate) audio transmission. ]

Um, is there-- We haven't got... someone like a barber here by any chance, do we?

[ Click! And that's it! ]

- - - -

[ ...Until later that day when Philip takes his troubling thoughts out for a walk on the beach for accidental and deliberate action encounters alike. ]

Comments

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[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

Do something interesting already.

video --> audio

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[n0. I mean, um... ]

I won't-- What?

[ No. Wait. Not Clarence. Not Clarence at all. So. Reluctantly turning to face camera. ]

Jesus, why is that on now?

[ Click. Turning off the video part. ]

Look, I'm not-- If you're bored then watch someone else.

audio;

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

You just showed the entire network an hour long footage of nothing. At the very least, you owe me some fire or explosions.

Get on it.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

An hour? You've- you've been watching for an hour?

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

I left to get a sandwich at some point.

[accidentaliberate action]

[usskickass.livejournal.com]

[Understandably, Beiste's restless. She's been on dates, sure, but she's never had a boyfriend or anything, so these feelings aren't exactly new. They're certainly sharper and stronger, though.

Which is probably why she is compelled to greet the handsome Brit when she spots him on the beach.]

Uh, hey there. You uh, lookin' for quadrant fillers too?

[Awkward smile?]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ AH!!! No, er, I mean-- ]

Hey, I--

[ WELL. That is a frightfully forward and terrifying greeting from somebody towering over Philip both horizontally and vertically. ]

Yes. I mean, no. I-- I don't know.

{ The hell you do, monkey! Stop blabbering and dig up some of your British charm for the lady! }

[usskickass.livejournal.com]

[Oh...well. She already screwed up.]

S...sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out any. Was just...sayin' hi.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

No. [ Damn it. ] No, you-- You didn't. [ Much. *cough* ] It's just that...

[ He takes a deep breath. ]

Remember hitting your twenties and realising that you're finally past the worst? Only now we're suddenly back where we started, except it seems... four times as awkward as those hormonal years.

{Less talkin', more wooing! }

[ Philip rubs his temple and turns to look at the sea. ]

I... really don't think I should be looking for someone.

[usskickass.livejournal.com]

[She relaxes a little. Oh. Yeah. She gets all that.]

It is a little...silly. Feelin' this way again. But it's not as if we can...help it.

[Then or now.]

But, uh, why're you so against it? At least this one isn't likely to kill anybody. 'sall in good fun, really.

[Yup. Casual as fudge here.]

[Video]

[libraritology.livejournal.com]

[Evelyn spent most of the other day avoiding the creepy Emperor he won't leave her alone gdi and trying to figure out exactly what is going on with the (rather eccentric) Sherlock Holmes. She is therefore free enough - and much less stressed - to flip through the channels on her Farnsworth communicator now that she actually knows how it works.

Ish.

She catches the tail-end of Philip's first transmission and finds it a little too amusing not to reply. She's also relieved to see that all of Philip's sight is not damaged, though he is sporting a rather interesting eyepatch.]

Someone's dressed to the nines.

[The trying-things-on-and-off-and-on-again ritual reminds Evelyn of all the times Jonathan would prance into her room asking her which ascot he ought to wear.]

Are you planning on impressing somebody?

[Video]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

I- I'm sorry, I didn't know--

[ Please enjoy a brief view of Philip's most manly chest before he hastily turns away and buttons his current (light blue) shirt in one-armed hurry. ]

Didn't know this was on.

[ He almost moves to switch to audio too, but thinks better of a gesture that would be all too much like showing her the cold shoulder.

Instead he sits down in front of his communicator and gets back to Evelyn's question. ]

...If I had to be perfectly frank with you, then- [ He smiles a little sheepishly. ] then I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing here.

[Video]

[libraritology.livejournal.com]

[Evelyn stifles a laugh - because it's funny, really, but he seems a bit embarrassed so she'll pretend she didn't see anything - and adjusts her communicator on the table in front of her.]

No idea?

[That sounds a bit far-fetched, if you ask the young lady who's eventually going to raise a man from the dead.]

...can I be honest with you, Philip? You look as though you're nervous about taking someone out for a night on the town.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

There's no town here. And that's just one problem.

[ La la la avoidance~ ]

[Video]

[demiurgos-girl.livejournal.com]

I think the more you stress over what to wear, the worse you'll end up looking.

[Video] 1/2

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ There will come a day when Philip is capable of compartmentalising to the point of no longer being freaked the flying hell out by the mere sight of Elaine. But guess which day that isn't?

Hint: The answer starts with "today" and ends with Philip backing painfully into the wall in an attempt at putting additional distance between himself and one very unpleasant transmission. ]

2/2

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ On the plus side, a little sharp pain does wonders when it comes to helping Philip pull himself together and do something productive, such as taking a deep breath and making an attempt at not treating people horribly for somebody they are not. ]

...You've probably got a point there. Just wish the clothes would understand that and stop being a poor fit.

[ Weak attempt at smile? ]

[Video]

[demiurgos-girl.livejournal.com]

[She smiles back, although it's more a smile of confusion. She did notice him backing away.]

...You always act like that toward me.

Are you going out on a date?

[Video]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

I wasn't planning to. But-- [ Well, this is just going to sound ridiculous if it turns out not to be a Wonderland issue, but here goes: ] But I feel like I should, do... Do you know what I mean?

[ Casually ignoring that first sente-- No, you know what? If he can't stop himself from acting weirder than usual around the girl then the least he can do is pull himself together and be honest about the reason. ]

...Look, I'm-- I'm sorry. It's just... your mirror isn't exactly somebody I look forward to seeing and... the resemblance- physical resemblance is a bit... too close for comfort.

[ You'd think it would be easy, especially for Philip, to act on the differences that matter, but on the one hand there's knowing that one body can be occupied by different personalities and on the other hand there's the shaking he suppresses only so, and the knot in his stomach that's tightening while he expects her smile to turn into a smirking grimace any second. ]

-Action- (ello poppet)

[spirit-cobra.livejournal.com]

*So guess what.

It just might start raining.

But not real rain, just what appears to be rain but has no real substance*

Oh my~

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ ...Philip's first thought is mist, but he can't imagine where that would come from either.

He extends his good hand, as if waiting to see a drop fall on it, and looks around. ]

I hope I didnt keep you waiting

[spirit-cobra.livejournal.com]

*At first, there's nothing and no one around. Then, on any second cursory glance, he's there. Floating about a foot above the ground with the hood of his coat up, the Sorrow is just watching him, smiling his normal placid smile. The 'rain' darkens and turns red, looking remarkably like blood*

Still...so sad.

Oh darling, I would wait forever for you.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ At first glance this is quite curious and more than just a little troubling. But on second glance there's the Sorrow and suddenly everything seems annoyingly obvious. ]

You again.

fret not my lord, I know a place my lord, a barber my lord of skill

[blimeyjamwalls.livejournal.com]

[ Daniel actually had a proposition for Philip himself, which is why he's primped himself up (it seemed appropriate okay) and flicked to this feed. The desire to make their friendship something formal and elevated is new, but fairly harmless to give into. But here Philip is, already dressing up to make - what looks like a romantic gesture?

Cue a knowing smile. (Not that Daniel has a great deal of experience with dating, at least not that he remembers. But he likes to seem knowledgeable.) ]

To what end would you put your freshly-shaven face?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Philip is rocking the Emilio Largo look when Daniel calls. It didn't take him long to realise that a white suit was far from bright in the ideas department, but it seems he will be stuck with it for the duration of this conversation. ]

There's never anything wrong with looking your best.

[ /UNQUOTE ]

...And I was thinking about a haircut, actually. It's... just been a while, that's all.

[ Since his last haircut that is. Not since his last any sort of relationship for the acquisition of which he is now preening himself like a tropical bird. Oh no, sir. That is not what's happening here at all. ]