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[For the past day or so Philip has stayed up in his room, pretty ill after eating probably half a dozen magic flowers at Robo-Ky's suggestion. Possibly more. He wasn't keeping count. Or maybe it was from drinking motor oil. Tough call. But he'd decided some fresh air might do him some good, so he's out on the porch, lying on his stomach on top of a large plush beetle, flipping through his blank book. His phone is next to it, mostly so he can keep an eye on the time.

He still felt pretty terrible, but at least most of the physical illness had passed so now being alive was at least bearable. Which meant it was time to get back to research.]
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[Philip is sitting on the porch of the Rider group's house, flipping through his blank book. He'd heard about Valentine's Day before, but last year Shotaro had told him not to bother with it and that they had more important things to do. They DID, so he hadn't actually gotten to research it, but now he thought maybe he'd take another look at it.

He's eating a box of chocolate he found on the welcome mat, not at all thinking that eating strange food might be dangerous. After all, he DOES have to eat or he'll get yelled at.]
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[After the festival, Philip has been scarce. His phone has been on his bed for a few days, but he hasn't been there to answer it at all. He's pretty much been entirely outside of communication. The reason for this is that, during some wandering around, Philip discovered the light house and, more importantly, the library.

He's spent much of the past few days there, looking into how to restore books and trying to get started on that since nothing int he library is in very good condition. It's appalling to him, really. He's offended. But all the more reason for him to get to fixing it, since he doesn't see anyone else taking up the task.

Though after several days he found himself feeling very weak and realized he hadn't eaten anything since going out there. He's pretty sure Tendou is going to kill him...

So he's trying to subtly get back to the house and is trying to come up with a plan to get in, sneak food out of the kitchen, and then hide upstairs for a while until he can figure out how to lie his way out of getting lectured about his eating habits or lack there of. He's got a bag full of what few books weren't falling apart that he wants to look into, hoping for more answers about "witches".]
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[Philip was sitting out in front of Tendou's house. His house too, he supposed. But he didn't really consider it his. He was just staying there. He still very much looks like he hasn't been sleeping, and if he has, he's had a hard time of it. He has been eating, at least, since Tendou pretty much forced that on him. He's grateful, and says as much sometimes, but the fact that he's been banned from reading int he kitchen has been problematic since it's hard for him to break out of his research.

Slowly but surely, with the help of others, Philip has been gathering keywords. He's been narrowing his searches, weeding out what's locked from him from what isn't, figuring out what information he has. He'd taken over a room adjoining the one he slept in for the purpose of being able to map things out on the walls, but that's since spilled over into his bedroom as well. It was starting to overwhelm him, so he took the project outside, and has been sitting in the grass, reading whatever he can access, staring at his blank book. His eyes widen slightly. It seems he's finally made a breakthrough.]

Add keyword: Witches.

[He's still for a moment, then shuts his book and re-opens it, starting from the beginning. It's the only result with the final keyword added in, but it may be just what he's been looking for… With one hand, he's turning pages, and with the other he's typing notes in short-hand into a notepad application on his phone, wishing he hadn't gone outside to do this, but not having the presence of mind to get up and go inside.]
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[Philip, since his arrival, has been buried neck deep in research. The difference from usual is that he's not getting anywhere with it. But given Philip's nature, it's caused him to forget about the idea of taking up an actual place to stay. He's also forgotten about sleeping, and has only remembered to eat infrequently.

He's fallen asleep on benches or the porches of various guest houses. Wherever he's wandered to at the tome, but only out of exhaustion and not really the desire to sleep. He doesn't actually remember sleeping at all, and now and then the thought of it will cross his mind, but he'll always think "Just one more shot at this topic." or "After I finish this book." and always gets sidetracked to something else.

Look-ups have never been this hard. Sure, once or twice hes gotten blocked off, or stuck, but he's always found a way around it. Now here, there were infinitely more shelves (which he hadn't thought was possible), and he was restricted from more than half.

At least he'd found a friend or two. He wasn't sure what they were capable of, but they both seemed competent and it was better than nothing. At best, he'd found people roughly equal to Terui and his mother.

Still, they weren't Shotaro...

He was sitting on the side of one of the paths now, slumped back against a tree, his inability to take care of himself finally catching up with him. The blank book open in his lap, though for once he wasn't looking at it. He was just staring upward.]

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