[log] The Pit [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: Anyone participating in the Pit event.
Location: A room.
Date: Day 330
Summary: You wake up in a room.
Warnings: general warnings; potential for morbid/suicidal thoughts; note specific warnings in subject line, please!

Comments

[rubikscomplex]

[House pauses what he's doing to look up and give Mycroft the most disparaging expression he's capable of.]

When what they want aligns with what I want, we don't have a problem. Pretty sure that's diplomacy 101.

[holmesice]

[Don't talk to him about diplomacy, House! Harrumph.]

Why would you want that? The only good they've ever done is keep us barely alive as it is. They don't want anything for us that will be good for us, for one thing. We are nothing more than lab rats to them!

[rubikscomplex]

The thing about lab rats? You kill them all at the end of the trial, whether they participated or not. The only difference is, the ones who played ball got the cheese sometimes.

[holmesice]

I, for one, refuse to play their ridiculous games. The cheese is a hollow victory.

[rubikscomplex]

Says the rat who went to bed hungry. Seriously, if you don't go bother someone else I'm shoving you in there.

[holmesice]

[He takes an instinctual step back and away.]

Well, do tell me how the cheese turns out. That is, if you're still alive to.

[rubikscomplex]

[House just flicks his hand dismissively.

Go away, weirdo creeper.]