Agent Phil Coulson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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] /forever late tags
Mmmm. They are a bit... annoying.
[He glances at his elf who seems content to be silent and staring.]
But harmless.
[action]
[He gives the elf in question a fairly pointed look before sipping from his own cup of joe.]
Figure I could put a hole in a wall with them if I tried hard enough, so not totally harmless.
[action]
Who seems to have gone and hid. ...huh.]
...Good to know.
Well, the aren't actively hostile either, so a point in their favor. [From his point of view at least.]
Also, it's not like I'm well enough to drop kick the elf at any rate.
[Though he may just have a taser hidden in his blankets.]
[action]
[He looks back over the crafty mess that was the livingroom before blinking back at Coulson]
Well you know if ya ever need me t'throw him out y'just need to ask. Won't bother me.