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[ It's been one week since Philip last left his room, looking for help. It didn't go too well and he's been persistently reclusive ever since. No checking the network, definitely no contributing to it and most, most definitely no leaving his room. ]
[ When the feed switches on early in the morning it shows Philip lying in his bed, tossing and turning, eyes wide open. ]
[ When the feed switches on a few hours later it shows Philip lying in his bed, asleep. ]
[ When the feed switches on at noon it shows Philip lying in his bed, still asleep. ]
[ When the feed switches on early in the afternoon it shows Philip's bed, empty. When he returns to it a few minutes later he is still wearing a set of grey pyjamas. He halts when he walks past the bleeding mirror. "It wasn't funny the first time you did it."
He looks annoyed, but suddenly falters and stands still. Then he reaches out to touch the red liquid with two fingertips, staring at it curiously. After a moment he shakes his head.
"Yeah, right." He finds a tissue to wipe off the blood and goes back to bed. ]
[ ...where he lies when the feed switches on again later in the afternoon. He's on his back, staring at the ceiling. ]
[ In the evening he sits on his bed. A candle illuminates his slightly haggard features. One wonders if he may not have eaten much of anything during that last week. He certainly didn't shave, that's for sure.
The feed ends when he stands up and fetches a bottle of Jack Daniel's plus a tablet box from the closet. ]
[ Later that night the feed shows the candle's last flicker before it dies, its wax still dripping from the bedside table. Philip is lying in his bed, fast asleep. ]
[[OOC: If you want to interrupt his exciting daily routine with action, video or audio, please let me know at what point your character shows up.]]
[ When the feed switches on early in the morning it shows Philip lying in his bed, tossing and turning, eyes wide open. ]
[ When the feed switches on a few hours later it shows Philip lying in his bed, asleep. ]
[ When the feed switches on at noon it shows Philip lying in his bed, still asleep. ]
[ When the feed switches on early in the afternoon it shows Philip's bed, empty. When he returns to it a few minutes later he is still wearing a set of grey pyjamas. He halts when he walks past the bleeding mirror. "It wasn't funny the first time you did it."
He looks annoyed, but suddenly falters and stands still. Then he reaches out to touch the red liquid with two fingertips, staring at it curiously. After a moment he shakes his head.
"Yeah, right." He finds a tissue to wipe off the blood and goes back to bed. ]
[ ...where he lies when the feed switches on again later in the afternoon. He's on his back, staring at the ceiling. ]
[ In the evening he sits on his bed. A candle illuminates his slightly haggard features. One wonders if he may not have eaten much of anything during that last week. He certainly didn't shave, that's for sure.
The feed ends when he stands up and fetches a bottle of Jack Daniel's plus a tablet box from the closet. ]
[ Later that night the feed shows the candle's last flicker before it dies, its wax still dripping from the bedside table. Philip is lying in his bed, fast asleep. ]
[[OOC: If you want to interrupt his exciting daily routine with action, video or audio, please let me know at what point your character shows up.]]
