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[broughtwhiskey]

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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.]

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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[whatthewrackspurt]

[Guess who took down some of the mistletoe and made herself a pair of mistletoe earrings?

This witch.

She skips down the hall, pauses when she reaches the Governor, and gestures down to him to try and convince him to get down on her level]

Here, please.

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[versusnurture]

[It always strikes Abigail as funny when people fight back against the more mundane aspects of the Barge. Things like the decorations, for example. She doesn't see the point in struggling against them anymore; there'll always be something else up in a minute.]

[She stops and cocks her head at Philip as he's destroying his decor again.]

Do you think it'll stick this time?

[lydiascreams]

[Lydia is certainly to blame for one of those times when his door got decorated. And although she doesn't have her sweater on right now, when she sees him removing the decorations, it does feel a little personal. So she approaches him with an arched eyebrow.]

Something wrong?

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[irishrotter]

[Simon is a fairly voracious reader, and not only of the Bible. Poetry, literature, mythology -- for someone so very obviously dead, he keeps an active mind. When he's not in the Barge's chapel or his own, and not drifting around after Kieren, it's pretty easy to find him picking through the stacks in the library.

Today, he's looking for something very specific: Azeroth. Any information he can get on the place, really. But that's not exactly something he knows how to look up in the card catalog, so he's wandering a bit instead, his eyes more on the books than on the fellow patrons. When he turns a corner and nearly bumps into Philip, he doesn't think much of it, save for the twinge of wary irritation he always feels casually encountering one of the living. His ghostly eyes flick him over once and seemingly dismiss him as he starts to move past.]