sadfreezingbrit_archive: (some kind of messed up holiday)
sadfreezingbrit_archive ([personal profile] sadfreezingbrit_archive) wrote2011-08-21 02:52 am

One incredible feat of sleep-deprived bakery architecture. [23/??? artefacts collected]

[ It's the event's second night, around four o'clock in the morning.

The narration trusts that at this point everyone has found somebody to room with and is tucked into bed.

Fast asleep as opposed to completely deprived of the same ever since the event started.

And definitely not building a donut replica of Westminster Abbey in one of the conference rooms.

Nope.

Not happening anywhere at all. ]

[ ...For everyone who does not enjoy a little action at night, Philip will emerge from his building project in the morning and can subsequently be found
a.) making coffee in the coffee area
b.) drinking coffee in one of the cubicles and
c.) throwing coffee at the backstairs spiders

If you hear him humming a strange tune, well, that's just the melody his hot beverage gives off, because who needs a sense of smell when you can have a constant soundtrack instead?
]

[identity profile] libraritology.livejournal.com 2011-09-16 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[How they die? Perhaps that's it. The reason she's scared. Not knowing is the hard part, isn't it? When everyone assumes that the lights turn out easily, and no one considers the possibility that you might lose your life in the middle of a desert, stabbed in the stomach by a reincarnated ancient Egyptian courtesan.]

It's quite all right.

[Somehow, Evelyn isn't surprised to hear how depressingly negative Philip's thoughts on the subject are. Not that she blames him, but she still doubts that his lack of eye is the result of an unfortunate fall down a flight of stairs.]

I shouldn't be so preoccupied with it, but I do wonder. Curiosity, and all that.

[You know what that's like, don't you, Mister LaFresque?]

Either way, I- [She rubs one cheek tiredly.] -I suppose I ought to let you get back to whatever you've been doing. This event has been exceptionally draining.

[identity profile] sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com 2011-09-16 10:21 am (UTC)(link)
You weren't--

[ Philip blinks. He really wasn't doing much of anything and Evelyn's company-- Evelyn's company, appreciated as it may be, doesn't negate the fact that she's right and draining is a lovely euphemism for a sleep-deprived state he only expects to get worse later on.

He brushes off the impulse to encourage further conversation.
]

Um, sure. Can- can I help you get anywhere?

[identity profile] libraritology.livejournal.com 2011-09-16 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Evelyn stands, waving off the offer.

She doesn't want to appear incapable of getting about by herself, but she's also determined to figure out how to manage while deprived of one of her senses.
]

I should be fine.

[She smiles tiredly Philip-ward and sets her half-empty coffee mug on the desk behind her.]

Take care of yourself, would you?

[identity profile] sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com 2011-09-16 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. You too.

[ Oh the precious fake smiles wasted on her blindness. Sigh. ]