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entranceway2016-12-27 09:54 pm
radiopalkiller) wrote in entranceway2016-12-27 09:54 pm
[ text ] No more carols to sing
I. ACTION
[ Well, this is Wonderland. This, specifically, is Wonderland's beach, and, more specifically its ocean, which reaches up to Philip's knees. So much for a smooth landing, huh? He lets the icy water lap at his feet for a bit, because it makes a nice change from-- uh, hours? Days? Weeks? It makes a nice change from burning in hell, period.
He wades onto semi-dry land, eventually. So this was... what? An event? Another magical accident from the corner of unsupervised Storybrooke maniacs? Or, third. Christ, third. Neither the water nor the offensively picturesque snow landscape run down his back as coldly as that thought. That he might've actually gone home.
He lets that sink in, and sink down, until it doesn't paralyse him anymore. Then he takes out his phone, and heads back into the mansion. ]
[[ PRIVATE TEXT, TO EVELYN O'CONNELL ]] Hey, can you spare a second? Because I'm a bit weirded out, and not entirely sure what just happened to me. [ He waits. Gets impatient. Types the second part right away: ] Was I gone?
II. TEXT
[ First, he wants to pretend that the last few- days? did not just happen. Second, he picked up the words "sleep deprivation" and "other Wonderland", and still doesn't get the whole picture from the network. Which, all in all, leads to third, a controlled mess in the kitchen, and the following message: ]
Apparently I just blinked and missed Christmas, so I'm stooping to bakery to make up for it.
[ A helpful visual of some crunchy chocolate toffee squares with macadamia nuts comes attached. ]
First three batches ready for pick-up in the kitchen. Fourth batch in the works, I'll trade you for some good stories about the event I missed.
[ Well, this is Wonderland. This, specifically, is Wonderland's beach, and, more specifically its ocean, which reaches up to Philip's knees. So much for a smooth landing, huh? He lets the icy water lap at his feet for a bit, because it makes a nice change from-- uh, hours? Days? Weeks? It makes a nice change from burning in hell, period.
He wades onto semi-dry land, eventually. So this was... what? An event? Another magical accident from the corner of unsupervised Storybrooke maniacs? Or, third. Christ, third. Neither the water nor the offensively picturesque snow landscape run down his back as coldly as that thought. That he might've actually gone home.
He lets that sink in, and sink down, until it doesn't paralyse him anymore. Then he takes out his phone, and heads back into the mansion. ]
[[ PRIVATE TEXT, TO EVELYN O'CONNELL ]] Hey, can you spare a second? Because I'm a bit weirded out, and not entirely sure what just happened to me. [ He waits. Gets impatient. Types the second part right away: ] Was I gone?
II. TEXT
[ First, he wants to pretend that the last few- days? did not just happen. Second, he picked up the words "sleep deprivation" and "other Wonderland", and still doesn't get the whole picture from the network. Which, all in all, leads to third, a controlled mess in the kitchen, and the following message: ]
Apparently I just blinked and missed Christmas, so I'm stooping to bakery to make up for it.
[ A helpful visual of some crunchy chocolate toffee squares with macadamia nuts comes attached. ]
First three batches ready for pick-up in the kitchen. Fourth batch in the works, I'll trade you for some good stories about the event I missed.
no subject
[It's a shaky little exclamation when she turns only to be pulled into an embrace, squeezing him tightly and smelling the underlying stain of cigarette smoke on his jacket - he could probably use one, if his habit is as strong as it was before he last left. Evelyn never thought she would miss the scent quite so much.]
No, no- I mean, yes, I suppose I was persuaded to start planning a party-
[It feels like weeks since she held the last one. Weeks, and it was over a year ago.]
-for New Year's Eve, but...the recent event was tiring, physically. Dreams of being another version of myself, it- it's not important. [A beat, and she looks at him intently.] Do you remember anything? From...
[You know.]