[log] same old love [open]

[haillenarte]

Characters: Aymeric de Borel, Estinien Wyrmblood, Francel de Haillenarte, Haurchefant Greystone, Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn, and any others in the area!
Location Building 124, Building 189
Date: Day 150, Day 151
Summary: Somehow about twenty percent of Norfinbury's population manages to stay in the same buildings at the same time despite an utter lack of coordination. Also, hungry elves are fed.
Warnings: House being House; Aymeric doing questionable things.

124: This house, covered in snow, is dark and cold, but better than outside. The snow presses in on the windows and makes the roof creak and groan whenever it shifts, but it seems to be holding up alright. It's a standard, single-story house with a living room, single bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and dining room. The bedframe has been taken apart, and its pieces arranged neatly from largest to smallest on the floor. The house is sparsely furnished, unfortunately with mostly metal. There's a back door leading off into darkness, but it isn't locked.

189: A single bedroom apartment. It's seen better days, but the door locks up at night. The window is sealed shut, with snow packed in on he other side allowing no light in. It's pitch black at night, but there is a couch to sleep on, even if the bed only has its frame. The bathroom has a toilet and shower--the shower doesn't work, but the toilet does.

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[rubikscomplex]

[There are too many people in this room. There are too, too many people. House and Wilson? Fine. House, Wilson, and Frisk? Tolerable. House, Wilson, Frisk, and a fuckton of elves that tower over everyone? That's a problem. Merlwyb being there is a problem, and he does recognize her from descriptions. He can guess Francel is the sickly waifu, which makes black armor the guy who hates robots, and the other one the asshole who tried to trick him.

House retreats to a corner of the room and curls up there. He'll go and claim the bathtub for sleeping quarters later. For now, he's going to just look at his tablet and pretend like he doesn't notice any of them whilst scrolling through the network. Quark is alive, which has put him in a marginally better mood, but he'll let Wilson be the sociable one. He's good at that.

If anyone does approach and stare at him long enough, he won't look up, but they'll get a gruff:]

What?

[silverfuller]

You seem lonely, my friend.

[Haurchefant smirks and sits down against a wall beside him, watching as his companions flit about the dark structure. It still feels strange, seeing them. It makes his death more real. His first death.]

You never thought you would see more of my people, did you? I did not either, if I may be honest.

[rubikscomplex]

There are too many people to be lonely here, Ears.

[Yes, you're still Ears, Haurchefant. All of you people are Ears. His gaze flicks over to the Elezen as he settles and House considers standing and walking elsewhere, but there's not an abundance of space. At least Haurchefant isn't one of the ones who wants to deck him. For now.]

Your people are too tall.

[silverfuller]

Or mayhap 'tis your people that are too short.

[He chuckles.]

My dear friend seems to have taken a shining to you. Do try not to, ah....be yourself overmuch.

[rubikscomplex]

Nope. You're too tall. Look at who the doorways and ceilings here were made to accommodate.

[You're the outliers, you freakishly tall people.]

And which 'dear friend' is that? The one who wants to beat me to a pulp or the musical one?

[Not that it matters, but he'd like to know if they're going for a euphemistic term for Merlwyb or Francypants.]

[silverfuller]

When I say he has taken a shine I do mean it, House, I am not trying to play with you.

He would not harm you.

[He sighs.]

Who have you angered now? Or have you continued to vex the Admiral?

[rubikscomplex]

[House deigns to glance up to give Haurchefant a disbelievingly raised eyebrow. A 'shine.' Right. That's definitely what he was getting out of their last conversation.]

Vexing the Admiral's fun. And now I don't have to give away my cigarettes. Totally snapping pics and posting them for everyone to see what a hot babe she is.

[silverfuller]

You are aware, of course, that she hardly finds it so amusing. If she decided she wanted to hurt you, she could easily do so.

[He sighs.]

You must stop making such a habit of forming enemies where there needn't be any.

[rubikscomplex]

She wouldn't be the first.

[He shrugs noncommittally. Although he has been moderately less confrontational (as far as House is concerned) since Wilson's arrival.]

She can't take a joke, she needs to pull the stick out of her ass and deal with it.

[haillenarte]

[though francel spends most of the day pretending that he doesn't know anybody, he limps over to house's corner when nobody's paying attention. there's a shift in his manner when he addresses the older man, something that isn't present when he talks to the others, and it suggests, faintly, that for once he's being honest.]

Hello, Doctor House. [a pause.] You're much better-looking in person.

[...given the way francel's been sneaking surreptitious glances at aymeric and haurchefant all evening, that, uh. that might not be something house wants to hear.]

[rubikscomplex]

[That actually does get House to look up, entirely incredulous. He has taken note of Francel's longing looks at the other Elezen. It doesn't really matter to House apart from the soap opera potential in a love triangle. Complimenting his own appearance, however...]

Seriously, dude? I'm over 40, malnourished, sleep-deprived, and haven't gotten hosed down since the last time I died.

[haillenarte]

I meant it less as a compliment and more as an observation.

[he says, totally unfazed by house's skepticism. he lowers his voice to a dry and indifferent drawl.]

On the topic of your hygiene, it is my experience that you Hyurs tend to be more malodorous than those more long of ear — but I assure you that I've no intention of getting close enough to you to try that particular thought. At ease.

[rubikscomplex]

Go tell that to Wilson. He'll start a bitchfight. I wanna watch.

[Mr. Hygiene and where are my products has been having a bit of a time trying to keep clean. It's hilarious.]

[haillenarte]

[a disdainful snort.] Sure. [he says, carelessly, but odds are he doesn't actually intend to do anything of the sort.]

...I should apologize. I was not aware that the Admiral was quite so — fair of complexion.

[rubikscomplex]

[There's a confused pause on House's end before he raises a brow.]

Is that some racist thing?

[haillenarte]

[francel shrugs.]

I mean that I told you that she would be blue or green, but as it turns out, we could fair lose her in the snowdrifts.

It was not my intention to mislead, but I was simply poorly informed.

[rubikscomplex]

[House shrugs right back.]

If this is about me keeping quiet about you having a decade's long boner for you-know-who, you can relax. I'm not gonna rat you out. Yet. Gotta build the suspense and drama.

[bloodbrine]

[ Well, if House won't look up, Merlwyb is quite content to simply stare him down with an unnervingly deadpan expression. Suffice it to say she'd sort of expected him to be taller in person.

Casually leaning against the wall about a half pace away. Sorry House, she's not planning to leave you alone in peace and quiet for some time yet. ]

You seem ill at ease.

[ Fortunately for him, she's apparently decided to at least attempt to be civil while they're all locked in the same shelter for the next few hours. ]

[rubikscomplex]

There are eight people in here. We're anomaly bait.

[And while he knows she's looking to get attacked, he's not. Oh, he's also not looking up to address her. Nope.]

[bloodbrine]

Then preparing for the worst would be the wisest course to take, would it not?

[ Not-so-gently insinuating House should quit hiding in a corner and actually, I don't know... arm himself, maybe? ]

The sharpest tongue will do naught to save you in the meantime.

[rubikscomplex]

I haven't said two words to you except when you came over and bothered me, Blow Fish.

[Not so gently insinuating you started, babe.]

[bloodbrine]

[ Oh noooooooo her poor delicate sensibilities, they are slain in the face of House's wit.
Still not budging an inch, though. ]

If silence is your preference, so be it.

[ As in she'll just be leaning here. Watching everything he's doing on his tablet. Not saying a word for gods know how long. ]

[rubikscomplex]

[You know what? House lifts his tablet, holds the back up toward her and begins taking snapshots. Thanks for holding still for your close-ups, Merlwyb. His expression is entirely neutral throughout this.]

[bloodbrine]

[ The look says it all.
Really, House?

He's just going to get a bunch of photos of the exact same expression and posture, so if he's just trying to annoy her into going away, he'll have to try much harder than that. Merlwyb just got comfy. ]

[rubikscomplex]

[Well, he's just going to pull out his pen flashlight and shine that in her face to blind her for a moment, snap a few more photos, and then put that away. If that's had no effect in changing her expression or stance, he'll be pulling the wooden croquet mallet he has from his bag and let the head thunk down on the floor very near her foot. If that pulls out another expression, time to snap another photo.]