[log] the high life [closed]

[devoutish]

Characters: Alfie Solomons, Emily Kaldwin, Gregory House, Royce Melborn, Tifa Lockhart
Location: building 48 and building 42
Date: afternoon of 200 to night of 201
Summary: meeting up with the squad and taking advantage of a vulnerable man for the purposes of robbery
Warnings: probable discussion of drug addiction and withdrawal

Catch-all for EVERYTHING - reunion schmoop, highway robbery, etc. Top-level and tag as you see fit.

Comments

[rubikscomplex]

[House's scowl deepens.]

I don't know. He said I can come back.

[devoutish]

Mm. I think he's hiding something.

[rubikscomplex]

Good for you. What should I tell him?

[devoutish]

Ask him what the technical difficulties are.

[rubikscomplex]

You still think it's the Joker? Boy would I love to see you run into him. He'd probably kill you for me if I asked. We have that kinda relationship.

[And then he might kill House. But. Details.]

[devoutish]

I don't think you would ask.

[He's reading House's message to Tony over his shoulder.]

You need to sound more natural. Throw in one of your jokes next time.

[rubikscomplex]

'One of my jokes.' What the hell does that even mean?

[devoutish]

If I order you to sound natural, surely you can think one up, yeah?

[rubikscomplex]

[House grits his teeth.]

What should I tell him?

[devoutish]

These people, they think they can keep danger contained all on their own. Tell him that if something dangerous is going on in the hospital, you have a right to know.

[rubikscomplex]

You people. You think you have a right to complain when you're part of the danger.

He said I have to come to him.

[devoutish]

There's different sorts of danger out there, mate.

[He scoffs a little at the next message, but:]

If it were bad, he'd be trying to talk you out of coming.

[rubikscomplex]

So, what? You want me to go meet him? I'm almost out of food, Solomons. I'm gonna starve if you order me to go back now. I mean, you don't care about me going into withdrawal, so maybe that won't matter either...

[devoutish]

Nah. Do what you like.

[There's no point in telling House to get the pills and bring them to him. Death prices only last a couple of days - the fun is probably nearing its end.]

Get food, go meet up with Ecks.

[rubikscomplex]

Do you want me to do what I want or do you want me to get food and meet up with Ecks, asshole?

[Because those are conflicting orders. Not to mention he doesn't know what he wants to do, really. There are other options, though.]

[devoutish]

Get food and meet Ecks. Be kind to her; goodness knows she's kind enough to you.

[rubikscomplex]

I'll just tell her you stole the harmonica she gave me. I'm sure that'll make her real happy.

[devoutish]

She gave that to you? Did you thank her?

[rubikscomplex]

No. I played for her.

[Close enough. And it was a trade, anyway.]

[devoutish]

Are you grateful for anything that she does for you?

[rubikscomplex]

I don't know. [Don't give him choices, Alfie. That's not going to end well.]

[devoutish]

House, surely this death price doesn't prevent you from having an opinion.

[Or does it? Maybe it's a little different from Royce's.]

[rubikscomplex]

I can't make decisions, you moron. Why do you think I was trapped in a freaking stairwell? Every time you give me a question that's a nebulous option rather than 'state a fact,' I literally can't decide.

[devoutish]

You can certainly make some decisions. Yeah. You made the decision to say all that just now.

[rubikscomplex]

I can't make a decision when you present me a choice option, as far as I can tell. It's why I haven't talked to anyone like you ordered me to. There are options. I can't decide on who to talk to.