[log] Diagnostic Meditation [closed]

[dumed]

Characters: House + Kanan
Location Building 232
Date: Night 182
Summary: probably not the beginning of a beautiful friendship, but stranger things have happened.
Warnings: Will be updated if they become necessary!



[ Kanan's spent the past two days trying his best not to run into anyone. People have crowded the tunnels looking for the next step, and he's watched them from a distance, but after the night everything went insane, he's not taking any chances. The only person he'd really tried to hurt was Vanitas, who probably deserved a little roughing up, but not like that. Even without his connection to the force, Kanan's keenly aware that he's an excellent weapon for whatever was controlling their minds.

It's unfortunate, then, that he doesn't realize he and House are in the same place until it's too late to venture elsewhere.]

-Ah, crap.

[ Eloquent! Kanan's squinting at House, trying to place him. Eventually: ] - Hug guy. with the minion.

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[rubikscomplex]

[Hug guy is not pleased with the circumstances, either. Kanan has intruded upon his solitude! As it's almost lockdown, though, they're going to be stuck together for the night.

House's eyes are glowing a soft blue still, and he's curled up on the bed in the bedroom, going through the network on his tablet. The immediate instinct at the sound of the other man's voice is to bolt. But the doctor is trying to overcome that particular instinct. He doesn't want people thinking he's been spooked out of his wits by what happened a few night ago.

Even if he has been.]

In America, we pronounce it 'House.'

[He turns his tablet in Kanan's direction to illuminate him and see what his eyes are doing.]

[dumed]

[ House gets a flash of prophet eyes for his trouble, just for a second before Kanan can throw his hand up in front of his face in reaction to the sudden light. ]

House. [ It's an acknowledgement, one that's intended to be reassuring. Kanan glances back out at the snow, wondering about his chances for finding somewhere else. ] I can stay out of your way.

[rubikscomplex]

[So much for composure. Even as Kanan's beginning to speak, House is moving off the bed and putting it between them. He drops his tablet face-up on the bed for the light and grabs the croquet mallet sitting against the wall. In a moment, he's gone from casual indifference to a terrified animal backed against a wall, eyes wide and every part of him singing with adrenaline. Fight or flight. He can maybe make it somewhere else. Or not. Probably not. Exposure is a stupid way to die.

Although it takes a moment or two, it does register for him that Kanan's offered to stay out of the way.]

Stay where you are.

[The words are harsh, clipped, as House gets himself under control. Don't panic. A panic attack with the Prophet Eye guy right there is going to end poorly. He takes a few deep breaths, then points with his mallet.]

Get in the corner. Don't move.

[So much for sleeping tonight.]

[dumed]

[ Kanan has a moment where his arms tense, both trying to go to to the separate parts of his saber to slam them together. Either years of secrecy or caution instilled by losing control keep him from completing the moment. His hands hang in the air until he's taken a few deep breaths.

The order to stay where he is is more-or-less obeyed. Kanan's only movement is to slowly raise his hands. ]

I'm not going to hurt you.

[ He does take a few steps back toward the corner, but probably not as many as House would like. If he has to put up a fight against a guy wielding a hammer, he's not going to give up any strategic advantage. ]

[rubikscomplex]

Well, that's what they all say. [It's a sarcastic sneer.] Just shut up for a second.

[House takes a few more deep breaths and forces himself to let the mallet fall to his side. He can't bring himself to let go, though.]

Who are you?

[dumed]

Oh, am I allowed to talk now?

[ Kanan's not sure if House can see him rolling his eyes, under the circumstances, but that's okay. It makes him feel better. ]

Spectre One. Kanan.

[rubikscomplex]

[House ignores the quip.]

Hotstud. House.

[Such wonderful introductions so far.]

Do you have any weapons I need to know about if you go psycho on me?

[dumed]

A piece of metal heavy enough to use as a bludgeon.

[ And twenty-eight years of unarmed combat experience, too, but now's really not the time to be voicing that. The dented shoulder guard he's got running up his right arm, on the outside of his cloak, probably speaks for itself though. ]

Packing anything other than the mallet? You know, if we're exchanging info.

[rubikscomplex]

[He wonders if he should really disclose, but... well. They don't know who's going to go crazy here.]

Hammer, couple of five-pound hand weights, screwdriver, razor, some wine glasses, and a fork.

[He holds back on mentioning the scalpel in his pocket as his one insurance against his guy.]

You learn to get creative around here for weaponry after four months.

*coat in that last tag, autocorrect wandered away from me.

[dumed]

-I'd call you paranoid, but. [ Kanan shrugs, less offended by the array of deadly weapondry than he was at being told to shut up. ] If I'd found anything that good, I'd be carrying it around, too.

So what now? You gonna make me stand in a corner all night?

[rubikscomplex]

Oh, please do sit down. [It makes Kanan less of an immediate threat. House stays where he is, though, watching.]

[dumed]

[ Kanan doesn't drop gracelessly, but into a position on his knees that's both comfortable for sitting a long time and easy to spring up from. He raises a challenging eyebrow at House. ]

Not sure this is an improvement, but whatever keeps you from braining me with that thing.

[rubikscomplex]

I'm not gonna brain you. I'm more of a kneecaps guy. [House slowly sits back down on the bed, laying the mallet next to himself. Every part of him is screaming to just get away, but he's trying to push that down.]

Okay. Star Wars guy. [He takes another breath. Focus, stop panicking.] You're the one with the mark on your hand. I can use you.

[dumed]

I like my kneecaps. They're pretty great, for a human.

[ Kanan's watching House - and the mallet - carefully, but his tone's light enough - at least until House suggests using him. ]

You planning on keeping me hostage with that?

[rubikscomplex]

Yep! I'm gonna menace you with a mallet and not sleep for the next 72 hours. [House rolls his eyes. Although, the not sleeping part might actually end up being true.] I'm assuming you wanna make yourself useful after the whole murder spree thing. I have a way for you to be.

[dumed]

Have you met some of the crazies here?

[ But unfortunately, House is right. Kanan does want to help; it's been his entire mission for the last four years and that's not about to change with a little universe hopping. ]

-What did you have in mind?

[rubikscomplex]

I've been murdered by more than one of the crazies here. [Just saying.]

There's an apartment with knives stuck in the wall. They glow when I have the Prophet Eye app on them. Someone with the Prophet's symbol or eyes might have better luck pulling them out or solving whatever puzzle is in there.