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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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Busy with what?
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I need to get back to my room.
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Is there something more interesting in your room?
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More interesting than what?
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I'm Luna.
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Well, you're not much of a stranger now that you've told me your name. [A beat.] Philip.
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You're new here, aren't you?
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Are you a pirate? Your eyepatch gives you a very dashing, piratical look.
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No, I'm not a pirate. I just...I just lost my eye is all.
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Do you find it gives you new perspective? Without the eye, I mean.
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I suppose you could say that.
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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.
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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.
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[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.
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You'll be the first person to know. Promise.
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