[ As has become part of his usual routine now, Phil intends to make a quick stop in the empty room to make sure there's nothing new happening with the mirror there — quick enough that he just leaves the door open behind him while he takes a look. There hasn't been anything of note in here since he was last able to see that shimmer that allowed him into the mirror over a week ago, so he isn't expecting much, but today... there's something different.
Ah...
He thought he'd seen them in the mirror in his own room yesterday, but then it had disappeared so quickly that he thought he must have just been imagining it. The image is staying there much longer this time, though; and hesitantly, he reaches out to touch the glass... just in case.
...Well, he wasn't really expecting that to do anything, but he's a little disappointed anyway. ]
snowy streets
[ Later on, once he's shaken himself out of that, he puts on a coat and a dark blue scarf and heads out to the new area to get a more in depth look at things for himself; he hadn't quite been prepared for the cold when he first went out there yesterday, and he's learned from his mistakes. He walks along the streets for a bit, taking in the sight of the bright red holly berries on the bushes against the backdrop of the snow and the colorful lights decorating the trees, smiling softly to himself. ]
It really does feel a little like Christmas.
church
[ He eventually heads in the direction of the church, where he first pauses outside, looking thoughtfully and maybe a little sadly at the stained glass window, where for just a second in the right light, you might catch sight of another figure in the reflection... but it's hard to quite make out the fractured image in that colorful kaleidoscope.
Eventually he wanders inside — a little warmth is much appreciated after that walk — where he takes in the general scenery before his attention is drawn in particular to a set of figurines that seems to be depicting a scene in which a couple put their baby into... some sort of... trough or something in a stable, while the animals look on.
no subject
[ As has become part of his usual routine now, Phil intends to make a quick stop in the empty room to make sure there's nothing new happening with the mirror there — quick enough that he just leaves the door open behind him while he takes a look. There hasn't been anything of note in here since he was last able to see that shimmer that allowed him into the mirror over a week ago, so he isn't expecting much, but today... there's something different.
Ah...
He thought he'd seen them in the mirror in his own room yesterday, but then it had disappeared so quickly that he thought he must have just been imagining it. The image is staying there much longer this time, though; and hesitantly, he reaches out to touch the glass... just in case.
...Well, he wasn't really expecting that to do anything, but he's a little disappointed anyway. ]
snowy streets
[ Later on, once he's shaken himself out of that, he puts on a coat and a dark blue scarf and heads out to the new area to get a more in depth look at things for himself; he hadn't quite been prepared for the cold when he first went out there yesterday, and he's learned from his mistakes. He walks along the streets for a bit, taking in the sight of the bright red holly berries on the bushes against the backdrop of the snow and the colorful lights decorating the trees, smiling softly to himself. ]
It really does feel a little like Christmas.
church
[ He eventually heads in the direction of the church, where he first pauses outside, looking thoughtfully and maybe a little sadly at the stained glass window, where for just a second in the right light, you might catch sight of another figure in the reflection... but it's hard to quite make out the fractured image in that colorful kaleidoscope.
Eventually he wanders inside — a little warmth is much appreciated after that walk — where he takes in the general scenery before his attention is drawn in particular to a set of figurines that seems to be depicting a scene in which a couple put their baby into... some sort of... trough or something in a stable, while the animals look on.
He leans in, looking at it curiously. ]
Hm... I wonder who these are supposed to be.