OTA - Night [They probably should have expected that to fail, but House can't help feeling frustrated after the efforts with the dolls hadn't done anything. He'd even cut himself, heart beating out of his chest. Now they have four bloodstained dolls and the goddamn bitch in the chair still isn't coming up.
House isn't in much of a mood to chat, and he's curled up on the mattress, facing the wall and just glaring as he scrolls through the network quietly. He's using his pack as a pillow of sorts. If anyone approaches, he doesn't look up, but House does acknowledge them, if only because his paranoia about people looming behind him can't stand him not doing anything. His comments are curt, though.]
Unless you're about to say something interesting, go away. I'm taking the bed for tonight. Rickety old man privileges.
Ecks - Morning 175 [It's only half an hour before lockdown ends. House's goal is reaching the museum today and heading deeper into the tunnels to find more dolls. They need ten if those stands are what they're going by. Four is, at least, a start... and maybe this other one will come up when the others are in place.
House is actually eating these days and while he's still irritated from yesterday, his mood is stable enough that it's just an irritation. Onward and upward. Hange's been looking, so maybe they've found something at this point. He glances over at the others in the very dim light cast by their tablets to make sure they're getting ready.]
Ecks, you need to drop some weight once we get to the museum. Stash your stash somewhere. The floors around her are too unstable for all the crap you're carrying.
[He mostly means ditch the dead weight of the stuffed animals.]
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[They probably should have expected that to fail, but House can't help feeling frustrated after the efforts with the dolls hadn't done anything. He'd even cut himself, heart beating out of his chest. Now they have four bloodstained dolls and the goddamn bitch in the chair still isn't coming up.
House isn't in much of a mood to chat, and he's curled up on the mattress, facing the wall and just glaring as he scrolls through the network quietly. He's using his pack as a pillow of sorts. If anyone approaches, he doesn't look up, but House does acknowledge them, if only because his paranoia about people looming behind him can't stand him not doing anything. His comments are curt, though.]
Unless you're about to say something interesting, go away. I'm taking the bed for tonight. Rickety old man privileges.
Ecks - Morning 175
[It's only half an hour before lockdown ends. House's goal is reaching the museum today and heading deeper into the tunnels to find more dolls. They need ten if those stands are what they're going by. Four is, at least, a start... and maybe this other one will come up when the others are in place.
House is actually eating these days and while he's still irritated from yesterday, his mood is stable enough that it's just an irritation. Onward and upward. Hange's been looking, so maybe they've found something at this point. He glances over at the others in the very dim light cast by their tablets to make sure they're getting ready.]
Ecks, you need to drop some weight once we get to the museum. Stash your stash somewhere. The floors around her are too unstable for all the crap you're carrying.
[He mostly means ditch the dead weight of the stuffed animals.]