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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]]
no subject
Yeah. Sure. I'll- I'll talk to you later.
[ The implication being none in particular. The truth being that Philip has too much to do and too much on his mind to even attempt sleep right now. ]
Take care.
[ He offers a smile as decisive as he can muster and reaches to turn the transmission off. ]