Philip LaFresque and Jack Daniel's depressing day in the kitchen [29/??? artefacts collected]

[sadfreezingbrit_archive]

[ And then this happened and Philip was back in his body. Just like that. Just... like that.

Not that the time off was a breeze, oh no. The things he said to some people, the things Clarence did, but... there are the things he didn't do. The things he could've done so easily and yet--

And yet Philip is back in his body and nobody is hurt. Nobody is dead.

But the conclusions he's supposed to draw from this...

He takes a sip of whiskey. His first empty bottle now and quite likely not his last. That's how everyone will find him during the day: Sitting in the kitchen. Sipping on glass after glass, trying to make sense of what the hell happened in those past five days.

...Only later in the afternoon has he finally made his mind up about some things, leading to the following three audio transmissions: ]

[PRIVATE AND LOCKED TO DEAN]

Hey, I just... wanted to say that I'm- I'm back. I...

[ And then he hangs up, because everything else he wants to say is just so far out of his mental reach now, it's not even funny. ]

[PRIVATE AND LOCKED TO SANTANA]

Er, about... about the last time we talked, I think... there's something I think- I think I ought to tell you. Can we- Could we meet up someplace if you've got a moment? Please? Thanks.

[PRIVATE AND LOCKED TO BEISTE]

...Um, Shan-- Coach? I just... I just wanted to apologise for everything I-- for the last time we talked. That was after-- I wasn't... exactly myself then. I'm really sorry.

[[OOC: Slightly pre-dated to early afternoon on the 10th]]

Comments

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[As it happens, she knows all of those people! Well, it's uncertain how well she even remembers Daniel's name. However, that last one...]

Ev--that chick from the twenties or whatever?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ For the sake of narrative sanity we will now establish that this does in fact take place before his Dramatic Encounter (TM) with the very same chick from the twenties.

As such his expression is a little less ♥ and a little more... faltering. ]

Er, yes. That's her.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Huh. [She peers at him. ~Intensely~]

I could see that.

[You're welcome for that insight.]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

See what?

[ Sorry, still kind of stuck on the whole 'horrible alien virus' line of conversation. ]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

You two together. [Shrug. They're both old-fashioned and uptight.]

1/4

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

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[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

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[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

4/4

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

...Ah.

[ AND WHAT A CASUAL OBSERVATION THAT WAS. MOVING ON. ]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[That was the most normal reaction ever!]

Oooh. Not yet, huh?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ That one is... currently a little too painful to muster enough energy to lie about it. ]

...Not anymore.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

...Did you tell her and she dumped you or something? I'm just saying, she didn't seem all that traumatized when I ran into her the other day.

[Isn't it fantastic how she manages to ask these questions while somehow sounding like she doesn't actually care?]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Ignoring the question, jumping right to- ]

You- you did? And she was-- She's all right?

[ Clarence didn't hurt her. Her being fine is not the surprise of the century, but the encounter was hardly pleasant, so that's... good to know. ]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Yes. She didn't seem broken-hearted or angry at you or whatever you seem to think is going on. Mister Avoidance.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ WHY WOULD SHE CALL HIM THAT JUST BECAUSE IT'S COMPLETELY TRUE?!

...You know what? Never mind. Those news call for a sigh of relief. ]

That's- that's good.

[ Probably. Hopefully.

He looks away, because he sort of lost track of the conversation now... ]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[Santana makes a mental note to come up with some creative turns of phrase about his obviously being in luuuurve with whatshername. But later.]

Yeaaaah. Sure.

So, um. Thanks for telling me this...I guess. It must...really suck.

[She glances down, and--oh hey, the gun!]

Oh, did you want this back? Since you're not about to kill me, I assume.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ A mirthless laugh. ]

That about sums it up.

[ He looks at the gun. Almost forgot about that. ]

...And, um. Keep it, I'll-- Keep it.

[ Right then. ]

Right, so... I'll um. See you around and- and thanks for listening.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[He wants her to keep the gun? Creepy. Well, whatever.]

Yeah, sure. Good luck with your lady love.

[She gathers her...gun, apparently, and shall make her way elsewhere, good sir.]