I. (One only, please!) [Measure. Test. Categorize. Analyze. Question. Answer.
House knows the walls are the same and the white, the endless white. He can feel the pull of the pit, the draw to jump in, to try it, to find what he wants there. Really, all he can think of there for a comparison is freaking Star Wars with the Dark Side. It's easy enough to ignore for the moment. For the moment, there's work to be done, to focus himself. He starts by using his charcoal sticks to draw a line from the edge of the pit to the wall. His tape measure comes out next to measure that distance. Then, he gets down on his hands and knees and begins to mark the corners where the floor meets the wall. He needs to be able to see. He needs to know where it ends.
If no one's disturbed him after 15 minutes, he'll stop what he's doing when the wall suddenly shifts between blinks. House's brow furrows, and the doctor sits back on his heels to consider. He checks the distance to the wall. Two inches. He goes back and measures the line from the pit two the wall. It is, again, two inches shorter.]
It's growing. It's beneath the town. It wants to swallow you whole. They always swallow you whole...
[Enjoy the slightly mad muttering, anyone within earshot.]
II. (OTA) Got anything I can use for rope?
[Hello, random person, you and your supplies are being enlisted for an experiment.]
III. (Limited to America and/or Ecks) [The pit has grown to a yawning chasm at this point and the pull of it is powerful. House has already seen other people go in. There's no telling what's down there.
But he needs to know.
The doctor starts toward the pit, a determined glint in his eye.]
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[Measure. Test. Categorize. Analyze. Question. Answer.
House knows the walls are the same and the white, the endless white. He can feel the pull of the pit, the draw to jump in, to try it, to find what he wants there. Really, all he can think of there for a comparison is freaking Star Wars with the Dark Side. It's easy enough to ignore for the moment. For the moment, there's work to be done, to focus himself. He starts by using his charcoal sticks to draw a line from the edge of the pit to the wall. His tape measure comes out next to measure that distance. Then, he gets down on his hands and knees and begins to mark the corners where the floor meets the wall. He needs to be able to see. He needs to know where it ends.
If no one's disturbed him after 15 minutes, he'll stop what he's doing when the wall suddenly shifts between blinks. House's brow furrows, and the doctor sits back on his heels to consider. He checks the distance to the wall. Two inches. He goes back and measures the line from the pit two the wall. It is, again, two inches shorter.]
It's growing. It's beneath the town. It wants to swallow you whole. They always swallow you whole...
[Enjoy the slightly mad muttering, anyone within earshot.]
II. (OTA)
Got anything I can use for rope?
[Hello, random person, you and your supplies are being enlisted for an experiment.]
III. (Limited to America and/or Ecks)
[The pit has grown to a yawning chasm at this point and the pull of it is powerful. House has already seen other people go in. There's no telling what's down there.
But he needs to know.
The doctor starts toward the pit, a determined glint in his eye.]