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Gregory House, MD ([personal profile] rubikscomplex) wrote in [community profile] snowblindrpg2016-03-15 10:59 pm

[log] Just Gotta Get Out [closed]

Characters: House, Al, Joker, Steve, Jade, and Rhys/holo!Jack
Location E15 - Building 130 (the Pharmacy)
Date: Day 097, Evening and through the Night
Summary: A very unlikely group of people get stuck in a building together for the night. At least least four of them have a decently good reason to want to punch one of the others.
Warnings: All warnings that come along with Joker, House, and holo!Handsome Jack

[One could say that the Norfinbury Hospital Pharmacy is one that's decently-sized. It must have once also had a small section for food, but the shelves are empty now save what few items can be found. Occasionally there's even medicine. Of course, to say that it's decently-sized is considering that usually only two or three people are in it at a time. Six is pushing the limit, especially six people who really don't have any business being in each other's vicinity.

Al is the first one there, taking the day to investigate his new surroundings, but the others trickle in slowly, some more worn than others from a long march.]
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[personal profile] starsandtights 2016-03-21 11:03 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a crowded pharmacy, but Steve knows nearly everyone; Jade, at least, he recognizes from the network. But this guy he doesn't recognize. Steve eyes him curiously for a moment; the face and the hair are—pretty strange-looking, OK, but then again Rydia's got green hair, and on a scale that includes a giant goat-monster and an animated skeleton, what the hell is 'strange' anymore, anyway.

Steve clears his throat as he approaches, to get the man's attention.]


Hey there, don't believe we've met. Steve Rogers.

[He bends down a little, offering his hand to shake.]
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[personal profile] harlequinofhate 2016-03-21 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Joker looks up, his expression simultaneously puzzled and amused. Nobody back home who knew him would ever dare shake his hand.

He silently laments the fact that he no longer has a lethal buzzer or a needle of venom.]


Don't think so.

[He reaches out with a hand wrapped in a purple dress glove and accepts the offered handshake.]

I'm Jack White.