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[It's been a while, hasn't it, Wonderland. Tom doesn't have the balls to approach the network any way other than text. He doesn't want to show his face. He doesn't even want to do this but it's only fair to post a public warning. This is stupid, asking for trouble, he knows. But. Well. Event.]

This is a public notice.

I've relocated to the 1st floor. I'll try to stay out of your way.

For what it's worth, I'm so sorry. If it were up to me I'd disappear completely, but it's not fair to any of you to be in the clinic.

I've never been a man of words but sorry doesn't even to begin to express what I am. Sick, maybe. Sick and without any way to make amends for it. My future self could have prevented this and I can't pretend to understand why he didn't.

But what I know for sure is that I am not dangerous.

[Tom has relocated to room 025 on the first floor. He will be spending most of his time trying to avoid every living being but if you're after a confrontation or just curious to meet Wonderland's resident nutjob, he's there.]

[[A PRAYER - intercept-able to higher beings or those with telepathy who might hear. Feel free to reply via this post, action, or in his ic contact voice mail. The prayer is made late at night, through heartbreak and torment. Perhaps a last ditch effort from someone who has lost their faith a long time ago.]]

Almighty God, our heavenly Father,
I have sinned against you and against my neighbor in thought and word and deed,
through negligence, through weakness, through my own deliberate fault.
I am truly sorry and repent for all my sins....not that I deserve, o God.
For the sake of your Son- for the people of this world whom I have wronged..hurt. Ruined.
Please forgive me for all that has passed and grant that I may serve in newness of life
to the glory of your name.
Lord, I am not worthy to receive you but only say the word and I shall be healed.

Please. Please.. help me. Please make this go away. Make me go away.
I've done enough damage.

Amen.

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[ Philip has at least three quarters of a mind to ignore the transmission completely. His opinion on anybody who nearly killed him and definitely killed Evelyn (and several others he couldn't even list) should be a lot more straightforward than it is, and it bothers him. He doesn't have the time or lives left to sympathise with anybody who... anybody whose issues sound so painfully familiar.

So he looks at his communication device, closes the message, and turns it off. Turns it back on a few seconds later, and finds himself strolling down a hideously familiar path, the one leading away from his better judgement of the situation. ]

I. Which room on the first floor?

II. Is "not dangerous" meant to be a typing error, or is your universe just not up to speed on the definition of that word?

[Fuck. Of all fucking people. But then, of course, he knew this would happen.]

It means Harry is gone. I'm still on lockdown. It just wasn't fair to stay in the clinic.

Room 25

so it's all over?
you're back to normal?

[ sorry if she didn't come by and say hi in the clinic. she was a little busy worrying over jo. ]

[ Philip is an expert on this, no question. Philip is the expert on this, hence the mirthless laugh, which doesn't make it into his message. ]

Sure. How long will he STAY gone?

[He doesn't blame her. He doesn't expect any visitors save a few to throw stones.]

It's over.

He's gone.

I'm more normal than I have been in, shit, ten years.

[James debates replying for a long time, for many reasons (both event-related and not-event-related) but ultimately he decides it has to be said. He wants to scream it at him, but text will have to do.]

You're kidding, right? There isn't a single person here daft enough to actually believe you aren't dangerous!

what happened?

[ because she wants his side of things. even if she can't bring herself to go ask him face to face. ]

[Can't blame him. Even if Tom can't hear it he realizes how fucking stupid this is. To try to talk about it. To try to explain it when you can't. How do you even begin? Hey man, turns out I'm nuts and had no fucking idea but my future self did and did nothing to help or save me? Cool, huh.]

Forever from what I understand. Depends on how much you trust Crowley, I suppose. He's the one that did it.

What do you mean.

I know. Believe me, I know.

I'm not trying to prove my innocence or make everything better because I know it can't be.

Just felt like it needed to be said.

James..we don't know each other but I know how close you and Jo are. You'll keep an eye out for her, right? She's an amazing woman.

I mean what happened
why did you go insane and start killing everyone
why is this the first time you're normal in over a year
who were you when all this happened
/what happened/

Edited (CRAP i can't remember if anyone used 'harry' around her so womp) 2014-04-26 20:21 (UTC)

Dean's Crowley? Demon Crowley? "We have a mansion full of angels and wizards, but he definitely sounds like the most sensible choice" Crowley? That Crowley?

[ Now. This may be a little tricky to detect, but if you read very carefully between the lines, then it could be that you might just find the slightest hint of disapproval. ]

[Oh, really? But he was so subtle??]

That Crowley.

Future self made a deal over Christmas. He won't tell me what it was but he can't back out. That's like his thing, right? He's not allowed to break a deal.

Christmas comes before Valentine's Day. Remember Valentine's Day? So whatever deal he made back then, I don't think he did a great job on the Stopping You From Murdering People clause.

[ Which may sound harsh. Very harsh. Harsher than Philip might usually think was a good idea, but... expert opinion. Worth it. Obviously. ]

what happened, tom? in February?

[The feeling is so familiar that it actually makes the Once-ler's chest ache. They're thoughts he's had and words he would have said if there was anyone left to say them to at home.

But, he's never been the greatest at the whole comforting sympathy...thing. He feels like he should say something though.]

Uh. You alright there, buddy?

[Nailed it.]

Edited 2014-04-26 20:44 (UTC)

[Wince.]

Something happened when I was a kid. Got all fucked up.
I thought I'd pushed past it but it turns out it just pushed further into me. His name was Harry.

I didn't know.

I swear I didn't know. Thought I was doing okay, you know? Things were finally looking up.

This is the first time I've felt normal in ten years.

Oh yeah, I'm just perfect.

Sorry.

[And he doesn't even mind because it's true. And there's no pussyfooting around it. This is what he likes about Philip, no bullshit. Tom deals with too much bullshit.

He respects a man with no time for it.

That being said, he fires back before he can reason out a proper response.]

Wow, classy.

[And then...moving swiftly along.]
Like I said, I don't know the terms of the deal and I can't speak for what that Tom did during Christmas. I wasn't here, remember.

Long version or the cliff notes?

Shit, Souji. I am so sorry. I had no control. I would never..you know that, right? That wasn't me.

[ From the tone and the vacuum shortly after the transmission, it's a short jump in logic to connect that this is the titular killer from Valentine's Weekend. Will isn't a hanger-on after Hannibal's own interest in the man, having thoroughly fucked up by asking after Tom with one of his victims, so it's a matter of course and inevitability that Will reaches out. ]

First floor is by my way. We should talk.

Edited 2014-04-26 21:19 (UTC)

[The prayer, of course, comes through loud and clear, as any prayer offered out to his Father does in this place. Michael and Samandriel have no doubt heard it as well, but Castiel has little consideration for them right now.

It's become very clear to him that out of all of God's children, he is the most worthy. Rebellion would have been what his Father wanted, and despite his mistakes along the way, he's the one angel who has always looked out for humanity and two of the most important vessels.

So if anyone is worthy of answering this prayer, then it's Castiel. Even more so when he still needs to look at what damage that demon may have done to Tom.

He appears more dramatically than he normally does these days, the lights in Tom's new room flicking and then shattering as Castiel manifests near the door.

For a moment, all he does is stand there and stare.

While normally he would simply start with some rough phrase, this time Castiel opens his open his mouth and sings, well, like an angel.]

Amazing Grace,
how sweet the sound,
that saved a wretch like you--

[ dean doesn't know all the details about tom. what he has been told though, is that the guy wears his face and is apparently a murderous psychopath. he hasn't seen the guy, can't really compare study notes with anyone on him, and really, with everything else that's been going on, tom has somewhat slipped his mind until right about now.

it's not like he can just pass up this opportunity to chat. ]

don't tell me that last bit actually ever convinced anyone cause from what I heard I'm pretty surprised anyones letting you relocate anywhere other than a ditch or behind bars

[ but who is he to judge? yet. ]

Edited 2014-04-26 22:07 (UTC)

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