snowblindrpg | [log] Look Away, Look Away [closed]

Characters: Gregory House, Stephen Strange, Claire Temple, Ecks, Rhys, Angel
Location: Building 29
Date: Night 202
Summary: Traumatized by their exciting adventure in the snow, a bunch of people turn up at a shed where House made the mistake of staying put.
Warnings: Severe injury (face mutilation), blood, burns, frostbite, narcotics withdrawal, suicidal ideations, general discussion of psychological trauma

[A small shed outside the school, going inside reveals sports equipment is being stored in here. There are hurdles, various sports balls, giant mats, and the like. There's nothing that could be used as a weapon, though, unless you're going to try to hurl a basketball at someone's head. This is the only place on the campus it's possible to stay in overnight--if you try to stay anywhere else, you'll be made to leave at 7PM. The following is written on the wall in blue ink: "This is Building 46 on the composite map. Contact @CaptSteveRogers for details." Underneath is a fairly accurate map showing the shed in relation to the school. The school is labeled "School. Food available in cafeteria; DO NOT STAY HERE OVERNIGHT." The shed is labeled "Shed". Behind the shed is a small army of snowmen armed with sports equipment. There's a drawing spraypainted on the inside of the shed. It has been labeled "GEROMY". The skin color has been left blank.]

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Just making sure you aren't dead.

[ She has to swallow back a yet, with House looking as bad as he does. Angel, on the other hand, seems relatively unscathed - her burns are completely hidden by her clothing, and she's well-trained when it comes to keeping pain from showing on her face. ]

What the heck even happened to you?

[He considers telling her to go screw herself, but that might just encourage her to stay and argue to be contrary.]

An anomaly came out of the tablet and tried to chew my face off. [So, that happened.] And I haven't had Vicodin in two days. What happened to you?

[Because he's willing to bet that something happened to everyone to one degree or another.]

Electrical burns from an anomaly. Nothing too bad. You - geez, you look like a failed attempt at a skin pizza.

[ She's trying not to sound too sympathetic, but. Shit's nasty, bruh. ]

And this is you going without for just two days?

I'm an addict who takes twice the recommended clinical dose a day. What the hell were you expecting?

[This is why he gets upset with people stealing his meds, Angel. He can guess what 'skin pizza' means without having to ask. The fact that her world has a term for it is disturbing in the extreme.]

Iunno. Mostly that you'd be sensible enough to try and cut down so that this doesn't hap-- mmh. Sorry.

[ There's no use in snapping back, is there? Not while he's in this state, anyway. And especially not when they're all in such confined quarters. ]

Did the admin cut you off?

[House just ignores the snap.]

Yes. That's not why I don't have any. Your pal Solomons robbed me while I had to...

[Wait. If Angel is here... If Angel is here, that means Rhys is probably here. In a small shed. With him.]

Where's Rhys?

[ Rhys hears his name and guesses that Ol' Greg probably doesn't have the best peripheral vision right now. He approaches quietly, then edges abruptly into House's line of vision. ]

Boo.

[ His electrical burn really brings out the knife scar on his neck. ]

[House slams himself backward into the wall, hand going to his pack where he picks up his wooden croquet mallet and makes a wild swing in Rhys' direction.]

Get the hell away from me!

[It's not just fear, there's outright terror in his voice.]

Dude!

[ Well. That sure was a reaction from House right there. Angel shoves her way in between Noodle A and Noodle B, hoping that she'll be enough of a barrier to stop House panicking any further. She's pretty sure he can't do much damage to Rhys and his thick skull with the mallet, but it's probably best not to start a scuffle in such an enclosed space.

Especially with other people around. Double-especially when some of them might get stabby. ]

Calm down! It's just Rhys. Just Rhys. No... complications.

[ Like Jack. Or Prophety stuff. VANILLA NOODLE. ]

[ Expectation: a small startle, a good laugh.

Reality: Abject terror, discomfort. Jack was the one to rule by fear, not him. ]

Hey, woah -- s-statistically speaking, YOU'RE a bigger danger to you than I am -

[ He's grabbed Angel and is backing up, getting them both safely out of mallet range. All goes well until he steps on a basketball and careers back into the opposite wall. ]

[House clutches the mallet close when he doesn't actually hit Rhys, and watches the other man fall in a comically slap-stick manner. The doctor keeps himself stiff and his weapon in-hand, but he doesn't move to come after either Angel or Rhys.]

Keep him away from me. Complications have a way of turning up here.

[ Rhys pls. Angel turns to help him up, because he is ridiculous, and speaks to House from over her shoulder. ]

If anything gets complicated again, I'm pretty sure there'll be more to deal with than a one-armed middle manager. This is a lot of people in a very enclosed space, right?

[ SOOTHING. ]

One-armed President and CEO.

[ A minor correction, Angel, as he sniffles and coughs in the background. ]

He killed the Joker.

[So, one-armed middle manager or president and CEO does not move him.]

When he wasn't himself, sure. When he is himself, he trips over basketballs and coddles his tiny robot son. Who is probably more of a danger, honestly? I'm pretty sure he bears a grudge.

That's the one you're gonna hold against me? At least he deserved it.

[ Still coughing, then sucking in a sharp breath. ]

I'm not holding anything against you, dickhead. [His... everything hurts too much for this conversation.] You can kill a psycho clown with a freaking frying pan. Whether you were being pushed by something at the time doesn't matter.

You've also crushed my trachea before. And maybe you don't have the arm or the asshole in your head anymore. Doesn't change the fact you can murder when push comes to shove.

[In a distant way, House is envious. He'd been in a position to murder the Joker before, but hadn't been able to work himself up to do it.]

Anyone can kill someone with the right motivation. Don't be a baby.

[ And Rhys, pls stop making things worse. ALLUDING TO MORE MURDERS = NO GOOD VERY BAD. ]

[log] Look Away, Look Away [closed]

later!

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