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

[ 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. ]

Threaded | Flat

Do something interesting already.

Edited 2011-08-06 19:50 (UTC)

[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?]

[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?

Edited 2011-08-06 23:33 (UTC)

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

Edited 2011-08-07 01:24 (UTC)

*So guess what.

It just might start raining.

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

[ 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?

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audio;

[accidentaliberate action]

[Video]

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-Action- (ello poppet)

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