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Post by Storyteller on Apr 22, 2015 7:41:53 GMT -8
The Philip's Apartment
Manhattan residence of Robert, Giselle and Morgan Philip.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Sept 8, 2015 19:15:36 GMT -8
Robert
"Neal who?" Robert asked as he tossed his bag aside and flung his suit jacket over the back of the chair. He had been running late at work and now it was quarter after six. Apparently they were going to be having a random guest in fifteen minutes and the man of the house would have liked to shower and relax. No time for that now. "Try not to enjoy this so much." He said, smirking at Morgan as her expression teased him from the kitchen.
It was never going to be the way it was, six years had convinced him of that. And the truth was Philip was okay with that... But he still doubted this Neal, especially since he was sure he wasn't some happy-go-lucky sort from Andalasia. "So you see him at the market, that's great. But Giselle, I see quite a few people every day. And most of them I wouldn't want to touch with a forty foot pole."
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 27, 2015 22:05:41 GMT -8
"Neal who?"
"Neal from the supermarket." Giselle repeated more slowly, eliciting a giggle from the direction of the kitchen, though she wasn't quite sure why. Robert seemed to grasp the humor and sent a scathing look towards the young salad maker, "Try not to enjoy this so much."
Then his focus turned back to Giselle, "So you see him at the market, that's great. But Giselle, I see quite a few people every day. And most of them I wouldn't want to touch with a forty foot pole."
"You touch some of them!" Giselle contended, pausing as more girlish laughter filled the room. Realizing that may not have come out as she'd intended, she quickly clarified, "Like when you brought home a strange woman in a drenched, ridiculously gigantic ballgown whom you found knocking on a castle billboard in the middle of the night."
A smile played at her lips, recalling the sweet memory. "That evening was one of the scariest of my life until you and Morgan found me. Completely alone in a strange place. No one should ever have to feel alone like that and I think that Neal does."
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Jan 1, 2017 13:33:55 GMT -8
"You touch some of them!" Philips eyes widened as that comment caught him off guard. "Wait what? No I didn't mean it like-" She started to clarify right over him, spurred on by laughter from the kitchen. "Like when you brought home a strange woman in a drenched, ridiculously gigantic ballgown whom you found knocking on a castle billboard in the middle of the night."
He smoothed his expression and raised his hands in a defensive manner as he took the initiative. "I broke my own rule and yes I wouldn't change a thing but Giselle, Neal isn't stranded on a billboard in a dress. It's really not the same circumstances here. Not even close. And if it was I'm afraid I'd be even less inclined to.." More laughter. Someone was paying attention. "Look why don't-," She wasn't going to let him finish however as a smile spread across her face. Robert was sure his wife wasn't listening. "That evening was one of the scariest of my life until you and Morgan found me. Completely alone in a strange place. No one should ever have to feel alone like that and I think that Neal does."
The man's shoulders sank. He was losing this battle. Somehow he thought he would rather fight a dragon... The doorbell buzzed. "Alright it's a useless point now so I'm going to drop it but before I answer that could you promise me one thing? He's not staying here. I'm sure if he has a job he has his own apartment." Robert instantly regretted saying that because he may have given her an idea. But they were not running a rehab out of their home. He could be cordial but was not interested in having any more house guests. Gisele's cleaning service was enough. He would never get used to cockroaches actually cleaning the toilet when he was trying to get ready for work! Pulling open the door a diplomatic expression settled onto his face. "Hello, you must be Neal."
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 1, 2017 14:45:51 GMT -8
*A FEW MONTHS LATER*
"So, you see, we just have to help him," Giselle urged, grabbing a few of her dresses and Robert's shirts from the closet. "We have to help all of them! Could you imagine, being trapped in a curse for almost thirty years?" She shuddered on her way to deposit the items into the open suitcases she'd laid out on their bed, remembering just the few minutes that she had been under Queen Narissa's curse. It had been awful. "Neal's true love is supposed to break this curse...but I imagine it must be very difficult to break a curse that you don't even know about." She crossed the room again to remove more clothes from the closet, "Especially when you're all by yourself. And he can't go to her because his father is there. I'm not sure why, he didn't really go into details on that part. But he really loves her, I can tell."
More clothing piled into the suitcases and another trip, this time to the dresser. Giselle didn't look at her husband, certain she already knew the look of disbelief on his face. Even Giselle's ever lasting optimism knew this was going to be a hard sell to Robert.
Maybe she needed to add a more practical point than 'Let's go free a bunch of fairy tale characters from their decades long curse'.
"And we haven't taken a family vacation in ages. What better than a nice week or two in Maine?"
The suitcases certainly contained more than a week or two worth of clothes. "Or three?"
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Jan 1, 2017 15:40:55 GMT -8
"Curse? What curse?" Giselle had been bubbling the last couple days and since they had woken up she seemed like she had been trying to pick a moment to tell him something. The strain was obviouly too much for her to bare. Now it all came out.
"So, you see, we just have to help him," Giselle urged, grabbing a few of her dresses and Robert's shirts from the closet. "We have to help all of them! Could you imagine, being trapped in a curse for almost thirty years?" As his wife's tension rose so did Roberts blood pressure. "Neal's true love is supposed to break this curse...but I imagine it must be very difficult to break a curse that you don't even know about." as Giselle crossed the room again to remove more clothes from the closet he grabbed up what she had already put in there. "No, its terrible I'm sure but no. I have no idea what it must be like. What does this have to do with us?" Once again she seemed to be having a one sided conversation. "Especially when you're all by yourself. And he can't go to her because his father is there. I'm not sure why, he didn't really go into details on that part. But he really loves her, I can tell."
They crossed right by each other and as she placed more clothing into the suitcases Robert returned what he had grabbed back into the closet. As his wife surveyed the room for more to pack he reached the bed and pulled out her latest deposit. Off to the races Giselle started on another trip, this time to the dresser. "And we haven't taken a family vacation in ages. What better than a nice week or two in Maine?"
Robert saw her dig into the drawers and he just simply dropped the liberated clothes onto the floor as he lunged for the drawer. "Maine!?" Placing his right hand on top of her pile to stop her raid, he closed the drawer with his left. She turned to face him as she finally seemed to be aware he was standing there beside her. "Or three?" she said point blank.
"Giselle, are you trying to tell me he is from Andalasia too?" He was trying to be sympathetic, he really was. If she knew this man from her former life then they could figure something out.
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Post by Storyteller on Apr 12, 2017 19:12:54 GMT -8
"Giselle, are you trying to tell me he is from Andalasia too?"
"Oh no, of course not!" Giselle replied, giggling as her eyes widened in amusement, "Imagine an entire town of people here from Andalasia."
Her brow scrunched up as she looked over and noticed the mostly empty suitcase. That wouldn't do at all. A pile of clothing from the floor found its way back into the suitcase. "He's from another land. I'd never heard of it before but it sounded just lovely. You know, aside from the curse and all."
Satisfied with her packing, Giselle zipped up the suitcase and walked out into the hall towards Morgan's room. "Neal left there when he was very young by magic bean. That's what brought him here. Well, not here exactly. Not New York. I guess only magic wishing wells do that."
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Dec 17, 2017 19:44:50 GMT -8
"He's from another land. I'd never heard of it before but it sounded just lovely. You know, aside from the curse and all." Robert just stood there listening, dumbfounded. She had zipped up the suitcase and pulled it from the bed as he realized she had stopped talking. His arms shot out but he missed grabbing the bag as she started into the hall towards Morgan's room.
"Neal left there when he was very young by magic bean. That's what brought him here. Well, not here exactly. Not New York. I guess only magic wishing wells do that." Giselle's husband rushed around the bed and out into the hall after her. "Magic beans!? No we are not going to Maine, are there giants in Maine? That sounds like a terrible vacation." He caught her out front of the door to their daughters room and gently turned her to face him. "Giselle, if he isn't from Andalasia and you don't have a history with him how can we be sure he isn't trying to pull some kind of trick here? What if he knew Narissa... I don't want anything bad to happen here, to you or Morgan."
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 6, 2018 19:38:59 GMT -8
"Giselle, if he isn't from Andalasia and you don't have a history with him how can we be sure he isn't trying to pull some kind of trick here? What if he knew Narissa... I don't want anything bad to happen here, to you or Morgan."
The skin on her forehead scrunched up as Giselle gave this thought. "If he isn't from Andalasia, I don't see how he could know Queen Narissa. And I don't know why else he might want to cause us harm. I don't think I've crossed any other stepmothers." Giselle set the suitcase down beside her and rested her hands atop Robert's shoulders. "Robert, I know that you worry. But we have known Neal for some time now and I trust him. He has been a friend to me. And he needs help. What kind of person would I be if I didn't help my friend?" She looked gently into his eyes, her voice adopting the more serious tone that it had learned since coming to New York. "But you are right. It's too much danger to expose Morgan too and she shouldn't be without both of us."
Giselle paused. It almost seemed like the topic was about to be dropped. Until she picked up the suitcase and chirped out in a bright voice, "Why don't you stay here with Morgan. I'm sure I can handle this."
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Jan 6, 2018 21:25:46 GMT -8
Robert watched his wife walk down the hall and disappear into the living room. He pondered her last remark and had no doubt she would make a lot of friends there. Probably have the whole town dancing to her aid. Literally. Like she had come to his. What kind of man would he be if he let her down now. She had saved him. And it was about time he at least tried to do something like that for her.
Mustering his courage up before he lost his nerve he turned to the bedroom door and knocked. Waiting a beat or two he then turned the nob. "Morgan sweetheart, we are going on a little tr-" His sentence stopped dead as he beheld the young girl inside waiting with a packed bag by her side. "I know dad." His shoulders slumped and he started shaking his head, a smirk wormed its way onto his face.
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Post by Storyteller on Mar 10, 2018 23:16:04 GMT -8
*The Philip family leave for Storybrooke*
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