snowblindrpg | [network] @hotstud_xxx; text/video [open] Night 198

[Ever since waking up, collecting his things, and stepping into the stairwell in the hospital, pushed by the force that always pervades revival areas, House has been absolutely paralyzed. Should he go up? Should he stay? Should he contact someone? Should he...? Anything, really. It's like his will has been stripped out of him completely, leaving someone who is absolutely craving direction. He has none. He has too many. There are too many choices, and he can't make a decision. Finally, when the locks click to lockdown, there's one decision that he can make for the simple sake of actually surviving for the immediate future.

House wants to make it private to just one person, but he has no idea who to choose. In the end, he sends out an open message on the network. There's a video showing an elevator and stairwell area that anyone who's been through the hospital will recognize. House is careful of his phrasing. This is an incredibly damaging loss... whatever the hell it is.]

someone tell me where to go from here tomorrow

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[Holy shit, is this what he thinks it is?]

Come find me.

[Oh, fuck you, Alfie.]

where are you?

[The fact that he's asking is as good as confirmation.]

Northeast of the school, going south. Come meet me. Ignore any past or future orders that would interfere with this.

Edited (I CAN READ) 2017-01-13 21:14 (UTC)

i'm definitely heading east
but thanks for playing
come visit me downtown

[No, he'll be heading north, as ordered. But he can lie, anyway.]

Edited 2017-01-13 21:16 (UTC)

House, come north immediately. Keep me updated on your progress as you walk, so that we don't miss each other.

it's lockdown, jackass

[But he's going to start pushing at the door and jiggling the handle at the top of the stairs trying to get out, all the same.]

I should have specified, that's my fault. Come immediately as soon as you're able.

no

[He sits down and starts planning his route, mentally, along with check-in intervals.]

Tell me what you're planning to do instead.

[He's indescribably grateful no one has ordered him to tell the truth at this point.]

put in my application for the lollipop guild
sing songs in oz
defeat the wicked witch of the west
that sort of thing

[But the fact that that's such a ridiculous-sounding answer means that it's a lie, so...]

Tell me the truth.

about what?

[He's stalling for time.]

Tell me what you're going to do tomorrow.

i'm going to come to meet you and check-in at regular intervals

[He hates you so much, Alfie. So much.]

Good. Don't tell anyone else about this.

[The response to that is delayed by the conversation with Stephanie, and thank god for that. He doesn't have to listen to that order because he's only allowed to take orders from her.]

what are you gonna do to me?
i literally just died, dude

You'll find out when you get here.

i hate suspense, solomons
are you gonna shank me
or are you gonna roll me?

You'd better have your wank tonight, so that you can leave first thing in the morning tomorrow.

i hate you

[lol]

And listen to Ecks, when it doesn't conflict with my orders.

fuck you

It might do you some good.

did you actually just admit you want me to screw you?

Did she tell you that I met with her for our trade?

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