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sadfreezingbrit_archive) wrote2011-11-10 03:23 am
sadfreezingbrit_archive) wrote2011-11-10 03:23 am
Philip LaFresque and Jack Daniel's depressing day in the kitchen [29/??? artefacts collected]
[ 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]]
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]]
;; /hug sokay
[Maybe he really has no recollection. Weirder things have happened in the mansion and well, sometimes people just don't realize what they're saying is hurtful.]
You were makin' fun of me.
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[ Mental images of his friends. Dead. Or worse.
Something angry twitches somewhere inside, something snidely hissing that Awww, he made fun of you? Clarence MADE FUN OF YOU? Do you know what Clarence normally does to people? I'll give you a hint: It has NOTHING. WHATSOVER. to do with FUN.
He doesn't see the nerve Clarence struck. From his perspective, from the one that stares in horror at his friends (the ones who were killed, killed or worse), Beiste got away with rainbows and a gift basket.
Philip exhales sharply. That doesn't mean she deserved it. ]
I don't remember half of what I said. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I don't know what else I can say.
[ A well-rehearsed lie. Well. The part about his memories anyway. Those are crisp, clear and horrifying as always. ]
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Just. Forget about it, man.
[He's too pretty. He doesn't get it.]
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Much as it pains the narration to say, he feels that he's screwed up so much bigger than that and his relationship with those people still needs fixing.
And it's going to take a lot of his energy, so... sorry, Shannon. He'll have to take care of that problem later. Or better yet, hope that time will heal whatever wounds he's apparently left. ]
Right. Right, um... I'll... I'll see you around, okay?
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Philip sighs.
On to the next apology... ]