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[devoutish]

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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[devoutish]

James Bond. No, we don't have him.

We do have Sherlock Holmes. For a month, I thought you were using an alias.

[jumpthegun]

He comes a bit later in the timeline. [There's a pause.]

And Captain Rogers told me he knew about stories with a Dr. Watson and Sherlock Holmes the first day I got here. [He licks his lips.] Did you read the stories much?

[devoutish]

I remember the first one came out when I was nine or ten. Then there was another one; something about India.

[jumpthegun]

[Well, thank god Alfie wasn't an avid reader. John is already feeling awkward in this conversation. He'd normally ask Alfie to just move along from it, but these are special circumstances. It's the doctor's turn for something noncommittal, though.]

That so? Hmm.

[devoutish]

[There's a nasty little sense of satisfaction in that. He almost picks a little more - ever been to India, Dr. Watson? - but instead he lets out a sighing groan, leans back against the arm of the couch, and closes his eyes.]

Another question, or another fact.

[jumpthegun]

Alfred. How did your parents choose your name? [It's the first thing that comes into John's head.]

[devoutish]

I was named for my father's grandfather. He was an Albert.

[jumpthegun]

[John tries to follow that.]

But then... shouldn't you be Albert?

[devoutish]

Nah. We pick a name that sounds close enough that you remember the original, but isn't the same. Albert, Alfred.

[jumpthegun]

What was your father's name, then? Just sort of a family tradition for the eldest boy?

[devoutish]

My father is Abraham. Named for an Avrum somewhere; I don't remember the relation. But they're the same name, really - Abraham, Avrum. That's about as close as we get to directly naming one person after another.

[jumpthegun]

Huh... [That really is interesting.]

My dad's name is Jonathan, and his dad before him up the line, as far as I know. I lucked out with just John. Think he wanted to honor the naming scheme without having it be exactly the same.

[devoutish]

You're sure your dad isn't Jewish?

[Look, it's a real, live joke! It's barely one, because he says it in the same tired tone as he's saying everything else, but still.]

[jumpthegun]

[John's lips quirk up for just a moment.]

Could be. Any other signs I should be considering from the days of my youth?

[devoutish]

Yeah. Spontaneous Yiddish.

[jumpthegun]

He was more for spontaneous Gaelic when he was on the drink. Liked the swears, I think.

[devoutish]

Was he Irish?

[jumpthegun]

Nah. We're about as English as you get. Had a bunch of Scottish blokes on his rugby team when he was in school, though. Think it just transferred over from the locker room.

[devoutish]

Were you close with any of them? Your parents, your sister--? You don't talk like you were.

[jumpthegun]

I was close to Harry when we were kids.

[And that's about the sum of that.]

[devoutish]

Why did that change?

cw: discussion of alcoholism

[jumpthegun]

I didn't like her when she was on the drink. She's not a very nice person when she is, makes bad decisions, hurts the people she cares about, lashes out.

She used to go out binge drinking every night when we were teenagers. Started pulling apart when that kept up.

[devoutish]

Mm, yeah. You've told me about that, a bit.

[jumpthegun]

[John shrugs.]

So, that's the way it is. Guess not really being close to the rest of the family rules us out as Jewish, too.

[devoutish]

Not all Jews are close to their families. There's a tendency, yeah. But it's not a certainty.