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( [ BACKDATED TO EVEN BEFORE THE CHRISTMAS PARTY ] )

( [ BACKDATED TO ~PRESENTS!~ ] )

( [ BACKDATED TO THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS )

[ Very lastly Philip is bound to wander the halls during the Christmas event every once in a while, so if any mirror or regular would like to run into him (most likely while looking gloomily at mansion-magical pictures of him and Daniel or him and Timsky), then your chance is right here! ]

[ 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]

( ..... )

[PRIVATE AND LOCKED TO SANTANA]

( ..... )

[PRIVATE AND LOCKED TO BEISTE]

( ..... )

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

[ First Philip met up with Dean. Then unhappy memories were created.

And now the adrenaline wears off and Philip wonders if there was a point to his escape to begin with.

He remembers when Clarence of all people reminds him that he meant to warn "the love of his life... oh yeah, and Evie too".

And so he reaches for the communication device, hoping that Dean doesn't lurk around the next corner to hear... not before his message is sent. ]

Evie, listen, I was wrong about Dean, he won't help he's one of them just stay away, don't....

[ Then his train of thought breaks and he forgets to dial the second number, unaware that his private audio turned into a public video (the image of which is, granted, mostly obscured by dark red smudges on the screen).

Having done his duty he leans back against the cold stone. Just a minute to catch his breath. Just a minute... to rest and... and then he'll get up... again... probably. ]

[[ OOC: Backdated to the event's first day. Philip is still alive and up for a friendly chat, but unfortunately he already has a date with Santana which he just can't miss, so action is only an option for those who have no intention of helping or killing him.

All threads take place before his encounter with Santana, unless you want to find his body and use it as a decorative wall element. ]]

[ After celebrating his juicesplosion-free event victory Philip-- Well, he sat down to contemplate some things, but those won't be addressed until later. For now it's important to note that he finally finds the time to take care of some unfinished business.

He grabs a pen and enriches the surface of the mirror in his room as follows: ]




[[OOC: Mostly taking care of some mirror!Dean business here, but everyone is good to tag if you like. Philip assumes that his own Mirror will be the only one to see this message, but other Mirrors are free to prove him wrong and regulars are welcome to catch an accidental video of him writing or storm into his room for no apparent reason]]

( [ACCIDENTAL VIDEO - Cut for length. ] )

[ 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. ]

As the dust settled on a stack of yellowed magazines I remembered why I had learned to love the silence. Silence was all I had left now. Silence and books that were never bought, a telephone that never rang.

Every day I would pour myself a cup of coffee, sit behind the counter and read the paper. Later I would do inventory and I would stop near the grimy mirror in the corner and look for a familiar face that never showed.

I would dutifully wait for a customer or two and at the end of the day I would grab the old broom and sweep the floor. Every day I would wipe the counter and every time I would wash my hands before closing and wonder if I would ever stop smelling the blood.

Then, after every burning sunset, I would lock the store and for my own benefit I would pause for a moment and fake disappointment and surprise at yet another day without sales gone by.

In a city that was bustling with life at every corner my little shop was only a relict; dead and long forgotten. We had that much in common at least.

Outside the noise of the morning traffic slowly died down like a drizzle of summer rain. I grabbed my cup and the paper and sat down behind the counter. Today, I thought, would be just like any other day.

[ OOC: Information on noir!Philip is here. All threads take place before his encounter with Dean, unless somebody wants to play medic. ]

[ For Philip the last 1 1/2 weeks were-- Actually, let's not talk about the last 1 1/2 weeks. Let's just say that being wide awake at night was what he expected and that the hunger made sense, given that he hadn't been able to keep any food down for a while now... and didn't particularly feel like trying either.

So when he finally got up around six in the morning his pale and haggard reflection (oh yes, they do have one in some canons) hardly looked any paler or more haggard than usual. He stared at it for a while, sighed, splashed cold water on his face and went about brushing his-- AHHHH OH GOD TEETH! ]

{Wow. Monkey, I'd recommend talkin' to a doctor about this, but I don't know how much they could do for you, seein' as... you don't have a pulse anymore. }

[ And that was when Philip got dressed and rushed up to the tenth floor.

You may catch a glimpse of him on one of the hallway feeds, but he will likely be a little too preocuppied to answer transmissions right away. If you leave a message though he might get back to you later.

Of course you could always run into him on his way up. Or you might be the one whose door he will be knocking on frantically... ]

Dean? Dean! Dean, open up!

First floor, room somethingorother. This is a boring feed. There's the sound of furniture being moved in the background, but all that's visible is a wooden door. For a moment it sounded like there was a knock on it, but that was probably just the background noise. Really, it doesn't look like anything will be happening here anytime soon. Honestly, better change the channel to something moreOHGODPICKAXE!!!

( Dial 555-DENIAL for hot Philip on Philip action. )

[[OOC: ICly cut for length. Philip will answer video and audio with a slight IC delay while being chased. Both Philips can be found outside the mansion for action interaction.]]

[ This looks like it's going to be a very boring video feed. An empty (though hardly unfurnished, mind!) room with an open window, its only exciting feature being the set of drapes only somebody more familiar with Philip's room would recognise as new.

Sure, there's a life-sized mannequin sitting on the bed while holding a potted plant in its hands, but--

Wait. Back up.

Life-sized mannequin. Female. Brown skirt, beige blouse. Dark brown hair in a French braid (It used to be much lighter and greying, but for its owner that simply wouldn't do. There is never anything wrong with looking your best). It looks old for your average display dummy, but early 60s are hard to mimic in plastic.

And then the strange still life takes a turn for the really strange when the mannequin gets up and carefully places the potted plant on a desk. Then it turns around and stiffly walks towards the closet, opening it with jagged movements.

It drags another, bigger plant out into the open and slowly begins moving it to the other side of the room.

As it does this the feed scrambles a little and is briefly interrupted by what looks like a man sitting at a kitchen table with his head in his hands. ]

--still up there.

[ Then the semi-static ceases and both video and audio return to the silence of the room where the mannequin woman is now sitting on a chair, checking her watch impatiently. ]

[[OOC: So just to clarify, Philip is sitting in the kitchen and will probably respond to audio or video with his personal communicator, though you're welcome to "talk" to the mannequin in his room as well or go for a kitchen action tag.]]

Philip's and Clarence's stocking contained a book.

The less said about the item's story and the physicist's reaction to it the better.

But something ought to be said, so let's point out that Philip is currently spending most of his time in the library, surrounded by books and notes, trying to decipher the exact contents of his present.

( Speaking of presents... (aka. backdated goods for Daniel, Tim, Alex, Jean and Yujinn) )