[ He shrinks back at the sight of Elaine. Remember the results of "their" last encounter? Yeah...
The mirror switch business didn't fly past his head completely though, and it did occur to him that this girl might not be the girl responsible for performing the magical horror switch on him and Clarence.
Still, it's going to take more than a hunch to put him at ease, so for the moment there won't be much of a response apart from a stare that is lovingly composed of fear, loathing and Las Vegas doubt. ]
{Sis'! Hey, sister, there you are! How's it going? Look where I accidentally got myself trapped again. Silly me, huh? }
[ ...Not much of a response from Philip in any case. ]
{So about that deal we had, what's the specifics on ordering seconds? 'Cause I'd really like to go out and stretch my legs which, as you can probably guess, is a little difficult without the legs. }
We met before.
[ It's not so much a question or a mere statement as it is an accusation that demands a response.
The righteous anger is however blunted by doubts and while Philip's wariness persists he is gradually and very slowly becoming aware of how different their encounter feels.
No third-person-forcefully-invading-his-mind headache, not at this moment. It lends itself to slightly increasing relief for Philip and considerably decreasing enthusiasm for Clarence. ]
{...Hey! Hey! I could've done better, I know, but we can work something out, right? Talk to me! }
Philip freezes for a moment. Not exactly terrified, more in the way you try to press pause on the real life remote in order to gain more time for something that takes more time than you probably have.
...Which of course doesn't exactly work too well, all things considered. ]
It's like...
[ Like the event asylum! Only smaller! And less terrifying. Hopefully. ]
Doctors. They are... doctors. Actual doctors.
[ He adds the last part grudgingly. That title was hard-earned, damn it! ]
[Dave squints behind his shades and cranes his neck (as if that'll help with a video) to read the names on the door, with a hint of a sense of urgency uncommon to the typically unflappable teen. Rationally, he knows her name wouldn't be there, but it would just be so perfect if it was, wouldn't it?
It's only when he plops back down in his seat at his computer desk that he realizes his hand hit the keyboard to start recording. Well, that was stupid. Now he has to say something.]
The hall cameras are assholes.
Never been to them, but it's not like they've got any competition in the field of having flighty broads digging into your head. You've got no other options, so why not. Other than the obvious "psychiatrists are creeps", anyway.
[If Philip's got a problem with 13 year olds swearing, well, Dave's just barely getting started. You'll have to excuse him -- he barely realizes he's doing it, anymore.]
As flighty broads are wont to do. Psychoanalysis is like their universal goddamn language. As a secondary to English, apparently, because of course billions of years dead alien planets and shit all know that language, too. It is a given fact that requires no questioning whatsoever.
[ Hey, nothing wrong with a good fuck-- ah, I mean, swear word, but the flighty broad is the actual problem, the pejorative towards women line which wasn't something that would've easily gone through back at home.
...The fact that Dave has touched on one of Clarence's favourite words is probably not exactly helping either. Still, Philip is not about to go around giving educational lessons and in the grand scheme of things who gives a shit, really.
He drops the subject and wonders whether Dave's reply is supposed to be a bunch of ramblings or an interesting fact worth of analysis. Pop culture reference? What pop culture reference? ]
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[ 'Phil Sees a Therapist TV', Mr LaFresque. 'Phil Sees a Therapist TV'. ]
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The mirror switch business didn't fly past his head completely though, and it did occur to him that this girl might not be the girl responsible for performing the magical horror switch on him and Clarence.
Still, it's going to take more than a hunch to put him at ease, so for the moment there won't be much of a response apart from a stare that is lovingly composed of fear, loathing and Las Vegas doubt. ]
{Sis'! Hey, sister, there you are! How's it going? Look where I accidentally got myself trapped again. Silly me, huh? }
[ ...Not much of a response from Philip in any case. ]
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We met before.
[ It's not so much a question or a mere statement as it is an accusation that demands a response.
The righteous anger is however blunted by doubts and while Philip's wariness persists he is gradually and very slowly becoming aware of how different their encounter feels.
No third-person-forcefully-invading-his-mind headache, not at this moment. It lends itself to slightly increasing relief for Philip and considerably decreasing enthusiasm for Clarence. ]
{...Hey! Hey! I could've done better, I know, but we can work something out, right? Talk to me! }
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A psychiatric group practice? What's one of those when it's at home?
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I mean...
Gah!
I mean... ]
Hey. Dan. Uhm...
[ Well, that's not awkward in the least!
Philip freezes for a moment. Not exactly terrified, more in the way you try to press pause on the real life remote in order to gain more time for something that takes more time than you probably have.
...Which of course doesn't exactly work too well, all things considered. ]
It's like...
[ Like the event asylum! Only smaller! And less terrifying. Hopefully. ]
Doctors. They are... doctors. Actual doctors.
[ He adds the last part grudgingly. That title was hard-earned, damn it! ]
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that
uh.
Concerned Daniel is concerned. ]
Oh. What - what ails you?
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I just...
[ ...set my friend on fire. ]
I'm just... having trouble sleeping.
[ Because I set my friend on fire. ]
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It's only when he plops back down in his seat at his computer desk that he realizes his hand hit the keyboard to start recording. Well, that was stupid. Now he has to say something.]
The hall cameras are assholes.
Never been to them, but it's not like they've got any competition in the field of having flighty broads digging into your head.
You've got no other options, so why not. Other than the obvious "psychiatrists are creeps", anyway.
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...Flighty broads?
{ Couldn't have said it better myself! }
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As flighty broads are wont to do. Psychoanalysis is like their universal goddamn language. As a secondary to English, apparently, because of course billions of years dead alien planets and shit all know that language, too. It is a given fact that requires no questioning whatsoever.
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...The fact that Dave has touched on one of Clarence's favourite words is probably not exactly helping either. Still, Philip is not about to go around giving educational lessons and in the grand scheme of things who gives a shit, really.
He drops the subject and wonders whether Dave's reply is supposed to be a bunch of ramblings or an interesting fact worth of analysis. Pop culture reference? What pop culture reference? ]
...How do you know?
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