one attempt at one-eyed brunch [21/??? artefacts collected]
[ It's been almost a week since ex-mafia!Philip had a very unfortunate event run-in with still-mafia!Dean. The result? His previous Wonderland lives are still intact, but he's down one eye and his arm isn't doing so well either. And that's the understatement of the day
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What he did think about was how to face Dean again.
He was hoping he could be the one to make the first move, but he was also hoping for a point further ahead in time that would give him a chance at recovering sufficiently to smile out of conviction rather than the fact that he's practically chugged a whole pharmacy of painkillers.
As for his reaction, he--
He immediately scolds himself for flinching at Dean's voice. ]
{ Hurry, monkey, get outta here! He's gonna finish the job! }
[Well. That's one week worth of nightmares for you.
As for his reaction, if necessary he is determined and ready to show Dean the same amount of obnoxiously persistent forgiveness his friend once offered him. ]
Don't worry, I- I've got this.
[ Scooping up the glass precariously Philip stands and turns to face Dean. That expression, full-blown ( ... )
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Pouring his own eggs into a pan and stirring them up, occasionally adding cheese, Dean waits for Philip to scrounge up a better reply and practically snorts when he hears it.]
A mummy? What, like...like a Boris Karloff mummy?
[Dean shakes his head. Adds more cheese.]
Zombies exist, but mummies don't. Only reason zombies can be animated at all is 'cause of the flesh. A mummy's all skin and bones, right? Sucker would turn to dust before it could get its hands around your neck.
[Psssshhhhh, duh.]
Why d'you ask? Didn't see one around, didja?
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[ Exactly like that, actually. But alas, it's been too long since Philip's last Mummy screening for him to be jumped by the parallels.
As such Dean's words are fairly reassuring. ]
No. [ Huff. ] I didn't. But-- Never mind.
[ Time to stir those eggs with great concentration.
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...It's just I met an [ sort of but unfortunately not really ] Egyptiologist here who was on this expedition to er, to find the City of the Dead.
We talked about a few things and- and she mentioned this priest and how some people might want to make sure he wasn't brought back from the dead and...
I guess I was just wondering if it's possible, that's all.
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Well...curses exist, sure, so if some crazy Egyptian sonuvabitch made a deal with a demon, then I guess it could happen.
[But this is not the important part of the conversation. The important part of the conversation is that Philip met a girl. Dean is fairly certain that he knows who most of the chicks are in the mansion, and an Egyptowhatsit isn't on his list of feminine Wonderland residents.
This is important enough that Dean finishes cooking his eggs and the bacon, serves himself a hearty plate with both foodstuffs, and turns off the stove.]
Now, be honest with me, dude.
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Is she cute?
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Mh. Right.
[ The egg transition from pan to plate takes a little longer than he'd like, but eventually he joins Dean at the table, fork in hand and-- And pausing to prepare for what sounds like a serious and very important question. ]
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Why? You aren't thinking of branching out, are you?
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[Not that it isn't hard, and that he's not occasionally tempted, but he's trying. It's difficult to break something that's practically hard-wired into his system.
Regardless, the question has absolutely nothing to do with Dean.]
But this isn't about me. This is about you. And Egypt lady. So answer the question.
[Remember what happened the last time you refused to answer the question, Philip? You were almost dubbed Sir Limey Fruitcake.
Don't make that mistake again.]
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No longer holding his breath to prepare for an Important QuestionTM Philip first makes a point of sampling his scrambled eggs in all their bell peppered deliciousness. ]
Her name's Evelyn, er... Carnahan.
[ Just dropping that piece of information so Dean doesn't do around calling her Egypt lady. Which he probably will anyway, but at least now Philip can say that he tried. ]
She's...
[ Chewing... chewing... chewing... ]
...nice. She works in Cairo, translating and... cataloguing. Really-
[ Sip of coffee. ]
-interesting to talk to.
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He isn't promoting his new friend very well. Either he's worried that Dean is going to make a move on her - yeah, right, Cas would kill him - or the subject is just awkward.
Since when did Dean care about awkward?]
Wow, Phil, you could sell ice to an Eskimo. Nice? I ask you a critical question and all you give me is nice? What are you, scared of cooties?
[Seriously dude, ninety percent of the chicks here are eighteen and under, this is important.]
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So what, you need to know if she's attractive? She's attractive. Are you happy now or do you want a rating from one to ten?
[ The subject isn't awkward. He isn't worried that Dean is going to make a move on her. So why did the question make him feel uncomfortable?
More chewing. Philip would really like an answer to that himself. ]
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Whoa, slow down, tiger - no need to get your panties in a wad. S'just an innocent question.
[A question dripping with innocence. Smothered in it, even. You can tell because of the harmless, well-meaning smile. That, my good man, is the face of an angel.]
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I'm sure it was.
[ Philip's gentle STAB into the scrambled eggs hits a piece of bell pepper. He points the fork at Dean's plate. ]
If you're bored with that yet you can try some of mine.
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I think I'll stick with my pepper-free cheesy eggs, thanks.
[The eggs he has almost finished inhaling, as a matter of fact. Dean pushes the plate of bacon he cooked across the counter and grins wider. His mood is almost always improved by Philip's impeccable bitching, and having new people in the mansion is kind of nice.
Unless they're crazy scientists bent on world-domination, but hey. You can't have everything.]
So Egypt lady talked about mummies?
[Dean is pretty sure that the only thing he knows about Egypt is that the King Tut dude had a whole lot of gold and all the important people involved in the dig died mysteriously.]
I didn't know those were still big. Egypt ain't exactly a safe place, the last time I checked. She's not from now, is she?
[He's gotten used to asking about time periods. There's just no telling anymore.]
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And it wasn't mummies per se, just a- [ Let him see if he remembers that correctly. ] a legend about a high priest and a book that supposedly has the ability to raise the dead, the sort of thing that--
[ His fork taps the plate, expression just a little darker. ]
Just the sort of thing you see in films, the can't possibly be true kind, except that it always is.
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Dean isn't the pop culture film buff for nothing.]
Dude, that's like...exactly the same as the Boris Karloff movie.
[The more he thinks about it, the weirder it all seems. Dean starts listing.]
Crazy Egyptian priest tries to resurrect his girlfriend with a fancy spellbook, gets mummified alive, comes back from the dead and finds another chick in the modern day - the thirties, or something - to take her place.
[If he could remember what the Hell the priest's name was, this might be even easier. He really ought to sit down and watch that film again. Boris Karloff is awesome.]
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