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sadfreezingbrit_archive) wrote2011-08-06 05:37 pm
sadfreezingbrit_archive) wrote2011-08-06 05:37 pm
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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. ]
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. ]
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...not what I'm looking for, whatever that is.
[ I'm sorry, but the narration was too busy singing Olivia Newton John songs and punching other narrations in the face to notice. ]
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[ If you could see, Terezi would be stroking her imaginary facial hair. ]
You think you want something black, but maybe you're really wanting something more flushed?
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What, you mean like-- No. No, I definitely don't I'm really not sure.
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[ A slew of reasons comes to mind, but none manage to avoid the 'too personal' or 'too absurd' category. ]
I didn't want any of this yesterday. Or the day before. Or-- This is crazy.
[ If both of his hands were available for exasperated into-the-air-throwing then that's what would be happening right now. Alas, a sigh will have to do. ]
...Do you have somebody like that? Black or- or flushed or whatever else there is?