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broughtwhiskey) wrote2014-12-14 06:32 pm
broughtwhiskey) wrote2014-12-14 06:32 pm
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[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.]
[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.
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[To put it very mildly.]
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I think we met before. When we were little. You thought your older self might be a pirate.
I'm Lydia.
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[He nods.]
I remember. [A beat as he finishes clearly off his door.] Philip.
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[She glares a little as she watches him take off the rest of the decorations, but then forces a smile on her lips.]
I'm assuming you're not an actual pirate. [It's a joke.]
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No, I'm not, [he says with a wry smile.]
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You're new, right? Anything you need aside from less decorations? [There may be a hint of bitterness there.]
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No, I think I have everything I need. I appreciate you asking though.
[Everyone here is so damn helpful and friendly. Frankly, it's become a bit of a foreign concept to him. It's only then that he really takes a good, long look at Lydia.]
I take it you're a warden then.
[Something that isn't quite so novel is the idea of a child being forced to take on adult responsibilities quickly. (And that is what Lydia is regardless of whether she believes it or behaves like it.) Admittedly, he had been blind to it at first. He tried to believe that survival was possible while still protecting Penny's innocence, but she paid the price for his willful ignorance. But that was different. That was circumstances pressed upon them. This is something voluntary. Unnecessary.]
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I am. I've been here for a while.
Are you? [She doesn't think so, but maybe. Some wardens need some time to adjust to life on the barge even if they know what they're getting into.]
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I seem to get that question a lot though.
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It's not meant as an insult.
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Well, the way I see it, it is what it is. No sense in making a fuss.
[He's dead and in some very weird (read: screwed up) form of Purgatory. There's really not a whole lot he can do to change the situation. So, calm is his approach up until the precise moment in which it isn't any longer.]
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[Although, something tells her that having a warden isn't going to be as easy for him to deal with. Especially if it's someone younger.
Lydia's always been good at reading people and this guy definitely looks like someone who likes to feel like he's in charge of things. Including his Christmas decorations, apparently.]
If you need anything in the meantime, though, just let one of us know.
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I'll be sure to do that if anything comes up. [Maybe.] Seems to be plenty of you willing to help.
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[She doesn't like to say it's their job because, well, no one is forcing them to help anyone. They're there because they want to be. They chose to sign up for this.]
Hope you can remain decorations-free until Christmas. [And she's actually not being sarcastic this time. She highly doubts he'll manage, with the sweaters going around.]
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Doubtful by how fast they seem to come back.
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From personal experience, it's hard to stop yourself from decorating when you're wearing the sweater. It might be more productive to just wait it out and remove it on Christmas.
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[He also shrugs a shoulder.]
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Either way, good luck, Philip.
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Same to you.
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