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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. ]]
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[ He huffs a laugh though. Chatty, that's a good one on any day. He's even got the decency to look sheepish about it, because there's still people-- Still enough people he doesn't want to withdraw from, enough people he wants- badly wants to stop seeing as countdowns to the day they leave. Except he does, on the worst days. And the good ones have felt scarce again, lately... ]
Just something on my mind that's almost worth half a transmission. [ He pauses, and almost waits for her to ask. And then he doesn't: ] Thought about calling dibs on the last event. Some of it, at least. [ He raises his hands defensively. ] Don't ask me where the zoo aspect came from though, that's not on me.
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[She flashes him a genuine smile, because even if the bar has been her home for the last three and a half years, she hasn't forgotten who it used to belong to. Philip might as well be royalty as far as the bar staff is concerned.
She pours a drink for herself so that she can join him, raising an eyebrow.]
So that was you, huh? I was having trouble figuring out who might've been responsible for that one. You think you're gonna claim it? I don't think anyone would blame you if you didn't want to. Not like you chose it.