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Characters: Alfie Solomons, Emily Kaldwin, Gregory House, John Watson, Royce Melborn, Tifa Lockhart
Location: building 120 and building 101
Date: evening of 190 to morning of 192
Summary: when you see "House" and "Royce" in the same log you know it's gonna be a party
Warnings: ear removal

Catch-all for EVERYTHING - death, murder, torture, yelling, etc. Top-level and tag as you see fit.

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And what, do you think everybody is going to drop everything to come chase me across the town? [ Sniff. Royce tilts his head back slightly to lock glowing eyes with glowing eyes. ] Half the town is a murderer, here. Half the town did worse than I did.

[ His voice is low, soft. ] You play the game well, but don't get cocky.

[He tries not to shake, but his eyes widen and House takes a half-step back.]

Does half the town know about Gwen? Wonder what some of the other assholes like me'll make of that. She's not a big deal now. I can make her one. Get all the bad guys and the good guys prying. You've got a lot of dirt on you lying around, Melborn. Things you care about a hell of a lot more than I do.

Edited 2016-12-20 04:07 (UTC)

[ Royce grins. It's not a very nice grin. ]

Oh, House. [ He leans over the table a little. ] Drag her into this, and I'll make sure what I did to you is nothing in comparison to what I'll do to Ecks.

[Tifa hears voices upstairs, realizes one is definitely not Alfie's gruff tone, and immediately decides to stick her nose in. She only catches the tail end of it, but that's all she really needs to hear. By the time she enters the kitchen, she already looks angry, and her voice is far sharper than it usually is.]

Royce. That's enough.

[House leans away, and he's momentarily speechless at that pronouncement. Ecks had said Alfie was just playing him, but Royce? Royce, he's not as sure about the man keeping his temper in check.

Luckily, Tifa saves him from having to figure out what to say to that, and whether to call Royce's bluff. He stays exactly where he is.]

Your mistress is calling, little doggie. Go play with her.

[ See, that gets him. That picks at him. Dog, doggie, whatever permutation - it needles at him in a way that makes him grit his teeth. For a moment, he's quietly, intensely furious at Tifa - he doesn't need to be handled, doesn't need to be leashed, and House pointing it out makes him bristle.

Royce bangs his hands down on the table sharply, shoving it just a little in House's direction, more to try and scare him with the sudden movement more than anything. ]

I think I made my point clear. [ Royce says, voice soft. He takes a step back, and then turns and sweeps out of the room. ]

[Tifa scrubs her hands over her face as Royce leaves, letting out a short, frustrated sigh.]

Why do you always have to make things worse, House?

[House is silent for a moment longer before sitting himself back down.]

Because it's what I do.

[There's more emotion in that and more honesty than he really wants, but he's entirely shaken, even as he tries to play it off as sarcasm.]

[Tifa doesn't think she's ever seen him like this, so for once, she manages to calm down before continuing.]

He won't touch Ecks.

You don't know that.

I'll make sure he doesn't. She didn't do anything wrong.

No, she didn't.

[House stares down at his tablet, and his expression hardens once more along with his tone.]

Don't you have an elfling to go yell at, or something?

[Tifa just frowns this time.]

See? This is what I mean by making things worse.

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