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[broughtwhiskey]

spam.

[Philip comes out of his room only when strictly necessary. But lately, he's having to spend more time right outside his door when he does emerge. It seems like every time he opens his door again, there Christmas decorations on nearby doors and around the hallway have somehow managed to reproduce themselves and spill over onto his door. Each time, he takes the time to take it off. Everything finds its way to the floor, crumpled up and certainly worse for wear before he moves it aside with a foot. He'd like to think after the first time whoever is decorating his door would get the hint, but here he is once again having to take down decorations.]

[Once his door is clear again, Philip heads to the cafeteria to eat. He prefers sitting by himself. Anyone who sits at his table generally just gets a brief glance in their direction before he goes back to finishing his meal. Some of it leaves with him, particularly anything nonperishable. It saves him from having to be around people much, but it also let's him start a stockpile. Paranoia and old habits die incredibly hard.]

[Other times, Philip can be found in the library--usually there just long enough to pick something and then he's off--or in the hallways as he's making his way back to his cabin.]

private - admiral claus.

[Add yet another thing to the list of things he doesn't want to do and yet he finds himself doing anyway. He keeps it short and to the point.]

Clementine - Leatherman multi-tool.
Roderick - A copy of How to Win Friends & Influence People.
Arkin - Something to branch into a new hobby.
T'Pol - A sense of humor.

Comments

[broughtwhiskey]

You didn't upset me. [She'd really know it if she had. He nods a little to her second question.] Relatively new, yes.

[whatthewrackspurt]

So am I. Relatively.

Are you a pirate? Your eyepatch gives you a very dashing, piratical look.

[broughtwhiskey]

[Philip lets out a small amused exhale, but it's also tinged with regret.]

No, I'm not a pirate. I just...I just lost my eye is all.

[whatthewrackspurt]

Oh.

Do you find it gives you new perspective? Without the eye, I mean.

[broughtwhiskey]

[Philip just looks at her for a moment, trying to determine if that's a joke--malicious or otherwise--or a serious question.]

I suppose you could say that.

[whatthewrackspurt]

[Here, have a blissful smile, Philip]

One-eyed people are said to be very magical, you know. They use their missing eye to see into the future. Or the past. Generally places that aren't here.

[broughtwhiskey]

[If there are two things that Philip doesn't want to look at or think about, it's the past and the future. The past most of all.]

That's a nice thought, [except not, but he will pretend to preserve her feelings] but can't say that's been my experience. I don't see much of anything out of it now.

[whatthewrackspurt]

Have you ever considered putting a magic relic inside of it?

[broughtwhiskey]

[...She can't be serious.]

[She looks and sound serious.]

[But she can't actually be serious.]

Magic isn't real. Not where I'm from. But even if it was, I wouldn't.

[whatthewrackspurt]

It was just something to consider. To make it work for your benefit.

[broughtwhiskey]

Well, I appreciate the thought. [...He...thinks? Luna, you're a little baffling. Okay. But. Baffling.] I think I'll manage without for now.

[whatthewrackspurt]

All right. But let me know if your opinion changes. I'd love to help.

[broughtwhiskey]

[Somehow, this does not strike Philip as surprising. She already seems to be the type who wants to do nothing but help other people. Which means she's likely someone he's going to have to try and avoid as much as possible in the future.]

You'll be the first person to know. Promise.

[whatthewrackspurt]

[With a smile and a nod, Luna is off again, possibly to seek out more new passengers who have more willingness towards magical objects planted inside of them]