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entranceway2014-01-08 03:33 am
radiopalkiller) wrote in entranceway2014-01-08 03:33 am
[action/text/audio/semaphore] But for now it’s time to run...
I. The Grounds, Wonderland. 4:14 AM
[ At the edge of the gardens the sight of Wonderland's sunrise is a sight of beauty, a brilliant kiss of dawn, a dance of warmth spun from threads of honeyed light. At 4 AM in winter it is, however, still about as dark as the devil's armpits, and the only thing to see is your own foot five seconds before you trip over it; and that's just if you're being lucky.
Luck was never on Philip's side, so he has brought a flashlight to stand in for it. Strapped to his waist the path in front of him becomes visible, and after stretching his legs for a while he runs down to the beach, where he jogs along the shore, all along the sandy way from dock to forest.
After that he disappears into the woods, and only the occasional flicker of that flashlight still betrays his location, as he continues his daily morning jog and its added tree-shaped obstacle component. Finally he reaches the point where the wall stops him from advancing. Walking out to the edge of the forest he catches the first shades of dark blue on the horizon, a prequel to the light of day slowly and tentatively rearing its head. Philip turns around and runs back into the forest.
By the time Philip has completed his route in reverse the flashlight on his belt is no longer needed. And by the time the sunrise bathes Wonderland in liquid gold Philip has returned to his basement room, without sparing the sight a second glance. ]
II. The Basement, Wonderland. 1:46 PM
[ He leaves the room with a furtive glance into the corridor. When he catches himself in the act he forces himself to take a breath. At the same time he clutches the bag slung around his shoulder closer. Lifting the suitcase by the door he lets his hand rest on the frame for another moment. He turns around, and looks into the darkness that leads to the caves, his unblinking stare only broken once he hears himself tapping against the door frame. Once he remembers that there isn't actually anything or anyone he's still waiting for.
Exhaling slowly Philip gives his baggage a tug, and walks briskly up the stairs. ]
III. Text Message to Evelyn O'Connell, Santana Lopez, Mark Meltzer, Annie Edison & Souji Seta. 2:58 PM
Moved to #299, 3rd floor.
- Philip
IV. Text Message to Dean Winchester. 3:27 PM
Moved to #299, 3rd floor.
- Philip
V. An Audio Message, The Wonderland Network. 4:19 PM
[ Looking at the room's furniture and decorations you wouldn't guess that #299 was anything but one of the mansion's uninhabited standard room. Well, there's the guy sitting at the desk, and playing with the unbroken crinkly layer of the cigarettes in his hand. And anyway, that's an unseen prelude, nothing more. Just a second, and he'll go over the message again in his head. Then he flicks on the device, and gets down to business. ]
Just to go over this again, we didn't actually lose anybody during Christmas, did we? No permanent departures, no stray time travellers still sitting in our kitchen, or anything of that sort?
[ He pauses long enough to make it clear that the question isn't just a rhetorical bit of musing, then he goes on: ]
Well, anyway. I'm guessing somebody took notes, so if anyone's got a timeline for me, or some ghost theatre, I'd appreciate it. And, erm, that's probably--
[ about it, except not quite! ]
No, hang on. The last death. Until I know better I'll take the Marty McFly ensemble by their word. Listen, we didn't know what it was about for years, so in the future you might want to pass it along to anyone who's asking. And those who don't, just in case.
[ And now, more decisively: ]
All right, that's about it.
[ Cheers and click, there goes the transmission. And the wrapping paper on the cigarettes. ]
[[OOC: I & II. Philip is action-able during his early-as-fuck morning jog, and his move from the basement to the third floor. III & IV Replies to his info text message are welcome, but not necessary if you and/or your character don't feel like it. If for some reason characters other than the ones listed would like to receive the message by accident or hack it (for whatever reason), you're also welcome to do so. V. Replies from anybody in any form are welcome.]]
[ At the edge of the gardens the sight of Wonderland's sunrise is a sight of beauty, a brilliant kiss of dawn, a dance of warmth spun from threads of honeyed light. At 4 AM in winter it is, however, still about as dark as the devil's armpits, and the only thing to see is your own foot five seconds before you trip over it; and that's just if you're being lucky.
Luck was never on Philip's side, so he has brought a flashlight to stand in for it. Strapped to his waist the path in front of him becomes visible, and after stretching his legs for a while he runs down to the beach, where he jogs along the shore, all along the sandy way from dock to forest.
After that he disappears into the woods, and only the occasional flicker of that flashlight still betrays his location, as he continues his daily morning jog and its added tree-shaped obstacle component. Finally he reaches the point where the wall stops him from advancing. Walking out to the edge of the forest he catches the first shades of dark blue on the horizon, a prequel to the light of day slowly and tentatively rearing its head. Philip turns around and runs back into the forest.
By the time Philip has completed his route in reverse the flashlight on his belt is no longer needed. And by the time the sunrise bathes Wonderland in liquid gold Philip has returned to his basement room, without sparing the sight a second glance. ]
II. The Basement, Wonderland. 1:46 PM
[ He leaves the room with a furtive glance into the corridor. When he catches himself in the act he forces himself to take a breath. At the same time he clutches the bag slung around his shoulder closer. Lifting the suitcase by the door he lets his hand rest on the frame for another moment. He turns around, and looks into the darkness that leads to the caves, his unblinking stare only broken once he hears himself tapping against the door frame. Once he remembers that there isn't actually anything or anyone he's still waiting for.
Exhaling slowly Philip gives his baggage a tug, and walks briskly up the stairs. ]
III. Text Message to Evelyn O'Connell, Santana Lopez, Mark Meltzer, Annie Edison & Souji Seta. 2:58 PM
Moved to #299, 3rd floor.
- Philip
IV. Text Message to Dean Winchester. 3:27 PM
Moved to #299, 3rd floor.
- Philip
V. An Audio Message, The Wonderland Network. 4:19 PM
[ Looking at the room's furniture and decorations you wouldn't guess that #299 was anything but one of the mansion's uninhabited standard room. Well, there's the guy sitting at the desk, and playing with the unbroken crinkly layer of the cigarettes in his hand. And anyway, that's an unseen prelude, nothing more. Just a second, and he'll go over the message again in his head. Then he flicks on the device, and gets down to business. ]
Just to go over this again, we didn't actually lose anybody during Christmas, did we? No permanent departures, no stray time travellers still sitting in our kitchen, or anything of that sort?
[ He pauses long enough to make it clear that the question isn't just a rhetorical bit of musing, then he goes on: ]
Well, anyway. I'm guessing somebody took notes, so if anyone's got a timeline for me, or some ghost theatre, I'd appreciate it. And, erm, that's probably--
[ about it, except not quite! ]
No, hang on. The last death. Until I know better I'll take the Marty McFly ensemble by their word. Listen, we didn't know what it was about for years, so in the future you might want to pass it along to anyone who's asking. And those who don't, just in case.
[ And now, more decisively: ]
All right, that's about it.
[ Cheers and click, there goes the transmission. And the wrapping paper on the cigarettes. ]
[[OOC: I & II. Philip is action-able during his early-as-fuck morning jog, and his move from the basement to the third floor. III & IV Replies to his info text message are welcome, but not necessary if you and/or your character don't feel like it. If for some reason characters other than the ones listed would like to receive the message by accident or hack it (for whatever reason), you're also welcome to do so. V. Replies from anybody in any form are welcome.]]