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somethingtoavenge) wrote2012-12-21 11:55 am
somethingtoavenge) wrote2012-12-21 11:55 am
Entry tags:
Debrief 004 | Action/Accidental Voice & Written | Tis the season | Backdated to the 19th
Action/Accidental Voice
[It was only a few days since Phil had returned to CH5, Floor 5 and the apartment. Still sick, but getting better and very glad to be back in the apartment. It took some convincing of his two agents but finally he had convinced them that he could sleep in his own room instead of the couch. The condition being that he didn't move to the couch without someone there to help if needed. The coughing had shown the most noticeable improvement but the weakness in his muscles was lingering as well as the shortness of breath.
So, finally back to his own home and own space the last thing he expected when he woke up that morning was to find that someone was in the room with him. Especially a someone who was small enough to sit on his bedside table and was staring at him.
Phil jolted against the pillows he was sleeping against and gave a strangle shout turned coughing fit. Not a nice surprise.]
What the-?!
[Oh damn. That was kind of loud. ...That was definitely going to get certain people's attention.
And now the elf was talking to him. Something about Santa, gifts, naughty and nice, tasks. ...This must be some sort of event thing.
And his journal was open. What the hell?]
Later
[After the fiasco of the morning, Phil was slowly getting used to the elf. He had moved to the couch of the Apartment and the elf had followed along. Of course it's first request was to decorate the apartment. After a calm discussion with the elf, explaining his sickness, it got changed to simply make decorations for the apartment and others. Then there were suddenly craft items everywhere. Apparently he was to make a lot of decorations. Oh well, it was better than doing nothing.
If you come and visit him, you will find Phil busy making all sorts of handmade decorations, the elf cheerfully sitting on a table near his head.]
Written
I have spent a good part of the day making Christmas decorations.
Does anyone need or want some decorations? I'd deliver them myself, but I'm not very well.
Just let me know and we'll figure out how to get them to you.
[It was only a few days since Phil had returned to CH5, Floor 5 and the apartment. Still sick, but getting better and very glad to be back in the apartment. It took some convincing of his two agents but finally he had convinced them that he could sleep in his own room instead of the couch. The condition being that he didn't move to the couch without someone there to help if needed. The coughing had shown the most noticeable improvement but the weakness in his muscles was lingering as well as the shortness of breath.
So, finally back to his own home and own space the last thing he expected when he woke up that morning was to find that someone was in the room with him. Especially a someone who was small enough to sit on his bedside table and was staring at him.
Phil jolted against the pillows he was sleeping against and gave a strangle shout turned coughing fit. Not a nice surprise.]
What the-?!
[Oh damn. That was kind of loud. ...That was definitely going to get certain people's attention.
And now the elf was talking to him. Something about Santa, gifts, naughty and nice, tasks. ...This must be some sort of event thing.
And his journal was open. What the hell?]
Later
[After the fiasco of the morning, Phil was slowly getting used to the elf. He had moved to the couch of the Apartment and the elf had followed along. Of course it's first request was to decorate the apartment. After a calm discussion with the elf, explaining his sickness, it got changed to simply make decorations for the apartment and others. Then there were suddenly craft items everywhere. Apparently he was to make a lot of decorations. Oh well, it was better than doing nothing.
If you come and visit him, you will find Phil busy making all sorts of handmade decorations, the elf cheerfully sitting on a table near his head.]
Written
I have spent a good part of the day making Christmas decorations.
Does anyone need or want some decorations? I'd deliver them myself, but I'm not very well.
Just let me know and we'll figure out how to get them to you.
[Action] Whoops
Still watching the elf...thing he answers Clint, sounding bemused.]
...It looks like an elf. [Creepy elf.
Of course said elf perks up at that and nods it's head vigorously, hat flailing wildly but never falling off. Then it speak up is an obnoxiously bright and chipper voice for the morning.]
Yes! I am an elf! Santa sent me to see if you're naughty or nice!
[What.]
[Action] Whoops
And then it speaks and it's all that Clint can do to keep from shooting it in irritation.]
Do you think shooting it will put me on the naughty list boss?
[And more importantly, does he care?]
[Action]
The elf simply tilts it's head and is looking at Clint with an unblinking stare.]
...Maybe?
[The elf nods again.]
That wouldn't be very nice! I'm not your elf anyways! I'm Phil's!
[...Phil looks at Clint. Is the elf saying what he thinks it's saying....?]
[Action]
I'm not a very nice person. Move away from Coulson.
[Action]
Don't shoot it. This close, I can't get away from anything that goes flying.
[He's cranky enough being startled when he awoke. Do not get elf bits all over him Clint. Do not get elf bits all over his clean bed. Just don't.
The elf looks wide-eyed at Clint, seeming to realize what's going on now, and the threat.]
But, but I just want to help! If Phil nice he get nice present from Santa! Don't you want him to be nice?
[It's eyes glisten wetly and it looks genuinely upset at the idea of Phil not being nice or getting something nice from Santa. It firmly believes in niceness and Santa. Like a little kid.]
[Action]
He still gestures for the elf to move the hell away with a little flick of the muzzle of the gun.]
My main concern is his safety so you can save us both a lot of trouble by getting away from him.