[log] Until Dawn [closed]

[rubikscomplex]

Characters: House and America
Location Building 125
Date: Night 113
Summary: America brings House drugs and gets bitten for the effort. More accurately, the shadows in the basement are dicks.
Warnings: Drug addiction, possible mentions of suicidal ideations, evil shadows, and House being House.

[House is in a foul mood as night closes in. Not only his he regretting lighting the fire with the way the shadows are moving, the Admin's cut him off completely, Clayton's been meddling with his meds, Luna's possibly a crazy robot, and he's going to have to deal with America for a night. He'd contacted the other man earlier to let him know about the basement once he'd pulled everything together to light the fire. Should've just pressed on.

And he shouldn't have let himself go off on Clayton. Now the bastard knows for certain what he tried was working. But he doesn't know they've cut him off entirely. And the man certainly doesn't know about the stash America is bringing. Three months. He can last three months on that.

House is pacing around the basement, considering throwing the book of horoscopes he has into the fire to keep it burning longer when he hears the trapdoor open.]

Took you long enough. Didn't think you'd make lockdown.

[He's going to assume that's America. And also just be a general asshole. Better to set the tone for the evening.]

Comments

[fifty]

[America is grateful enough to not be out in the cold and to see one of his citizens who has a penchant for getting into trouble not, at this moment, in any trouble that he just grins, putting his pack down.]

It was a long walk! But it's cool, I've got all your stuff here. [Right on top, and even neatly organized. It's a stark contract to the rest of the stuff he's got just below, which seems to be a mess. Of course, he had to carry House's cane, so he can just hand that over directly.]

Somehow I missed a tag on my own dang post. Oy!

[rubikscomplex]

[The cane is taken without comment or emotion, but there's a visible relaxation of his shoulders when House sees his bottles of Vicodin. He lets out a breath he hadn't known he was holding, closing his eyes. His drugs. Drugs at the dose he wants them at. More or less. A significant number of those, anyway. More than three months of pills. He can work with this. This is fine. It doesn't matter than the Admin cut him off. He'll be dead - hopefully - well before he runs out again. Or he'll be able to wrangle a prescription for someone else like Hauchefant or even the Joker.]

Thank you.

[House takes the rest of his things, wrapping the scarf around his neck, and stowing the scalpel, screwdriver, and most of the pills in his pack.]

You should probably eat. You can use what's left of the fire to heat anything up. [He motions to the stove.] Nothing exciting here. Except the shadows hiss when you light that up.

[fifty]

No problem! [America's smile drops a bit at the mention of hissing shadows. It doesn't drop as much as it would have before he spent months here, though.] That's pretty creepy, even for this place.

[Still, he's going to take advantage of the fire while it's still there, so he starts digging around through the food he has.] You want anything? I was at the grocery store a couple days ago.

[He has donuts! ...And also healthy things.]

[rubikscomplex]

[His stomach aches, but House can't find it in himself to take any interest in the food. He's been forcing himself to eat at least a meal and a half a day, but he's had breakfast and lunch already.]

Not hungry.

How's downtown? I mean apart from the homicidal clowns.

[fifty]

It's got the best food place and some of the stores are heated. [Two important priorities to America. He can hear the hissing shadows, and he startles visibly, but then just as visibly tries to aggressively ignore it.] Lots of locked doors, though.

[rubikscomplex]

[House starts, as well, at the hiss, hand going toward a wooden croquet mallet he has leaned up near the stove. He stops before reaching it, just curling his hand into a fist. He's fully on-board with aggressively ignoring the shadows. for the moment.]

See a generator in any of those stores with heat?

[fifty]

Nah. Maybe it's wired up in the walls somehow? I can't break them open. [Which is frustrating, because if he had his normal capabilities, that shouldn't be a problem at all, metal or not.

He heats up a hamburger patty he found on the fire while it's still there. Even in this weather meat won't last forever.]

[rubikscomplex]

[There's a long silence before House finally has out with it.]

Okay, what's the deal with you being a country, dude? Like seriously? Are you magical or whatever? Are you a god? Can you usually break through a metal wall? Is that just an 'Amurrica' thing?