One failed cleaning attempt and a few action opportunities [17/??? artefacts collected]

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ Philip will be making extensive trips to the other side a few times and running into him along the way is entirely possible throughout the entire event.

It's also entirely possible to meet him at the party, although the festivity of his mood is questionable

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[dashboardlite]

[Somehow...somehow, this has to be related to the lack of mirrors and that whole "punching Phil but not really because it's not him so it doesn't count" thing. Flexing his fingers, still pissed off about that, Dean flips through the channels and sets it on Philip's frequency.

On the screen, one can see him holding a bottle of whiskey up to the camera lens next to his face.]

You wanna crack this open for your new house-warming party, buddy?

[Liquor always helps you cope with the pain. Always.]

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ Convenience is one reason why he opted to send a text message about his location. The fact that he really can't stomach looking at Dean yet might be another. ]

Uhm...

[ Philip lowers his head, quickly looking away. ]

Maybe- maybe later. I've got-- I should unpack.

[dashboardlite]

[Fucking Hell, they didn't seriously go do it on Philip's bed, did they?

...did they?

Shit.]

...yeah, right, um.

Later.

[CLICK.]

[timisnotme]

You okay?

[sadfreezingbrit]

Sure!

[ Or not. But at least he really enjoys how little effort he has to put into lying via text. ]

[timisnotme]

I kinda don't believe you Philip.

[sadfreezingbrit]

Trust me. You don't want to know.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAARRR! I mean video.

[goshpicklewalls]

[ Trying to clean something out of your sheets, Lady MacBeth?! ]

And what is all this, may I ask?

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ *sobs* I can't get the jizz out! I mean-- ]

Hey. It's...

[ While relieved to see a familiar face none of him had sex with yet Philip is still not too keen on explaining the circumstances to anyone, least of all the Victorian morals guy. ]

I'm just getting a new room, nothing-- It's nothing, really.

[goshpicklewalls]

Nothing, sir? If it is nothing then I am forced to wonder why you dodge the question.

[ It's highly suspicious! Just come outta there with your hands up, no funny business! ]

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ If his head wasn't so full of naked men then he would probably jump to the right conclusion now.

As it is he's half-smiling about what he can only assume to be an attempt at humour and half-wishing it didn't include Daniel's tendency to occasionally be too persistent about getting his answers.

Philip forces a smile. ]

Trust me, you really don't want to know.

[ He sighs and presses his palm against his forehead. Headache, headache, headache. ]

We can talk about it later if you have to, but I just... want to get out of here first, okay?