Neal Caffrey (
alias_savant) wrote in
paradisa2012-12-09 07:44 pm
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[At a little before eight PM, castle time, one of the statues in the lobby came to life.
Though life may be overstating it.
What really happened was that Neal's legs, that had formerly been stone and frozen in a position that was just slightly pitched forward, became normal human legs again, along with the rest of them. It's just that little bit of momentum he needs to go tumbling to the ground, hitting the floor hard and rolling to a stop. The pain disorients him for a moment, and blinks up into the bright light of the lobby, his eyes falling on the Christmas tree.]
What the --
[the journal is still sitting on the pedestal he fell off of, and it takes him a moment to realize where he is. That this is not the plane that he and Mozzie were boarding to Cape Verdi. That this is a castle in a land far far away that he never thought he'd leave. Now he's apparently left and come back.
There's some colorful swearing to accompany that. He doesn't normally, but right now it seems appropriate. He reaches down, tugs at his pant leg, and there is his old tracking anklet in all it's glory.]
Welcome back, Neal. Welcome back.
[Feel free to catch him for Christmas kisses as he wanders back to his room to read his journal and catch up on life in general. Eventually a few filters will pop up to catch up with certain people.]
[dictated - Phoebe Halliwell]
I know it's a little belated, but I'm sorry about Paige, again.
[/Phoebe]
[dictated - friends]
If anyone was looking for me, I was unavoidably detained. I'm sorry for that. Did I miss anything interesting?
Though life may be overstating it.
What really happened was that Neal's legs, that had formerly been stone and frozen in a position that was just slightly pitched forward, became normal human legs again, along with the rest of them. It's just that little bit of momentum he needs to go tumbling to the ground, hitting the floor hard and rolling to a stop. The pain disorients him for a moment, and blinks up into the bright light of the lobby, his eyes falling on the Christmas tree.]
What the --
[the journal is still sitting on the pedestal he fell off of, and it takes him a moment to realize where he is. That this is not the plane that he and Mozzie were boarding to Cape Verdi. That this is a castle in a land far far away that he never thought he'd leave. Now he's apparently left and come back.
There's some colorful swearing to accompany that. He doesn't normally, but right now it seems appropriate. He reaches down, tugs at his pant leg, and there is his old tracking anklet in all it's glory.]
Welcome back, Neal. Welcome back.
[Feel free to catch him for Christmas kisses as he wanders back to his room to read his journal and catch up on life in general. Eventually a few filters will pop up to catch up with certain people.]
[dictated - Phoebe Halliwell]
I know it's a little belated, but I'm sorry about Paige, again.
[/Phoebe]
[dictated - friends]
If anyone was looking for me, I was unavoidably detained. I'm sorry for that. Did I miss anything interesting?

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It's really weird.]
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Is everything alright?
[a beat]
Is there something in my teeth?
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[this is a first. It's happened to other people he knows, but not to him. It's enough to distract him from the terrible day he's having so far.]
In a good way or a bad way?
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nutcracker filledbackpack, looking for hapless victims she can add to her kiss-count.]Hey, Neal! Long time no see!
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Hey. How long has it been ,exactly?
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[She smiles back.]
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I've just been a little ... out of it for a while.
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That's my line.
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Sorry. Would you like me to start over? We can do it again.
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Welcome back, Neal.
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[Because that's definitely how it read.]
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Neal (sorry for the late. Lack of internet...)
Thank you. It's been strange being here alone again. [pause] Well, without anyone from my family here.
Are you alright? It's been a while.
phoebe } { no worries! late is a-okay with me
[Which is never easy, by the way. A pause.]
Did I ever tell you I sculpted her once?
Neal forever
You did? No, you never told me that.
phoebe forever }
[then his voice turns a bit of a smirk.]
It's in the gallery in town. She was a good subject.
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[She smiles.] I'll have to check it out. I've heard of the gallery but I've never been.
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[and his voice brightens a bit when he talks about the gallery]
It's got a great collection of work. And I don't just say that because some of it is mine.
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