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entrancelogs2016-11-19 08:51 am
radiopalkiller) wrote in entrancelogs2016-11-19 08:51 am
[ open ] You're really doing rather well...
Who: Philip & YOU
Where: The bar
When: (backdated to) November 14th
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary: It's not like Philip isn't at the bar nearly every day. It's just that today he's got a marginally more compelling reason than on most days.
The Story:
[ He hasn't properly seen anything from his world for a long time. Correction: He hasn't seen his world for a long time. For a horrifying second he thought he was back. That the clock was ticking again, but-- The odd landscape of his supposed mind came before. And maybe if he'd learned his lesson... he'd still be just as dead, who is he kidding? He shakes his head--
--and remembers that he's back at the bar. Long in Wonderland. That, all things considered, he really is doing rather well, for someone with only ninety minutes left to live. The pre-determined universe can stuff it, that's the bottom line here. He knocks back his whiskey, and fills the glass again. Locks eyes with someone else nearby, and decides that he isn't feeling entirely antisocial today. He raises his glass at them. ]
Can I pretend to buy you a drink?
[[ OOC: Philip is mute. Sometimes he writes/types to get his message across, but usually he talks to people telepathically. His info and opt-out post is here. Short version: Getting people to hear his voice is all he can do. Characters may not know/believe this, but he is incapable of any form of mind reading/mind manipulation. ]]
Where: The bar
When: (backdated to) November 14th
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary: It's not like Philip isn't at the bar nearly every day. It's just that today he's got a marginally more compelling reason than on most days.
The Story:
[ He hasn't properly seen anything from his world for a long time. Correction: He hasn't seen his world for a long time. For a horrifying second he thought he was back. That the clock was ticking again, but-- The odd landscape of his supposed mind came before. And maybe if he'd learned his lesson... he'd still be just as dead, who is he kidding? He shakes his head--
--and remembers that he's back at the bar. Long in Wonderland. That, all things considered, he really is doing rather well, for someone with only ninety minutes left to live. The pre-determined universe can stuff it, that's the bottom line here. He knocks back his whiskey, and fills the glass again. Locks eyes with someone else nearby, and decides that he isn't feeling entirely antisocial today. He raises his glass at them. ]
Can I pretend to buy you a drink?
[[ OOC: Philip is mute. Sometimes he writes/types to get his message across, but usually he talks to people telepathically. His info and opt-out post is here. Short version: Getting people to hear his voice is all he can do. Characters may not know/believe this, but he is incapable of any form of mind reading/mind manipulation. ]]