[log] Fresh Poison Each Week [closed]

[rubikscomplex]

Characters: House, Wilson, Hannibal, Will, Ecks
Location: Building 317
Date: Morning 356
Summary: Post-event recovery
Warnings: Hannibal-related warnings, plus event-related: fingernail horror, toothloss, cannibalism, vomiting, forced feeding, PTSD, mental instability, hallucinations, are possible to come up.

[Judging from the outside, this was definitely a house, but going inside, it seems to have been converted into something like an infirmary. There are a lot of metal tables neatly arranged in the living room and kitchen, and the bedroom has a mattress lightly-stained with blood: it seems like someone at least tried to clean the thing up as best they could, and even flipped it over so the cleaner side is on top. The toilet and shower still work: the shower even has hot water. Makeshift shelves have been attached to one of the walls.]

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[onlytwothings]

I guess we can had "heroic rescuer" to your list of titles. Congratulations.

[ If being a jealous friend is allowed, then that makes Wilson feel slightly better about his mixed feelings about House and Will. He's there to protect you too, House. ]

Do you even have ten bucks to bet? We might have to find something else to bet with.

[ There's a slight pause. ]

If I had ten bucks, I'd bet the same, except that it'll be Rhys doing the asking.

[rubikscomplex]

I'm writing it next to my MD every time. And I've got money. I've also got condoms. That and cigarettes are worth some change around here. You wanna put something down from your stocks, I'll take your bet.

[It just means he needs to incite Magenta into thinking he needs to save Wilson from Big Bad Mean House.]

[onlytwothings]

Unfortunately, I don't have anything nearly as good to offer, unless you count some clothes, blankets, and partly used shampoo and shaving cream.

So making a bet with me wouldn't really be worth your time.

[ At least in terms of material goods. ]

[rubikscomplex]

You could write me a prescription for Vicodin if I win. Or you can write one for Graham and he can give it to me.

[onlytwothings]

Still needing a personal stash of Vicodin? That is doable, though.

[ As soon as those words leave his mouth, Wilson finds he wants to slap himself firmly upside the head. ]

Watson and Strange aren't hiding in here somewhere, are they?

[rubikscomplex]

[House raises a brow.]

God I hope not. They're annoying as hell. And you're apparently scared of them. Somebody get roughed up by the narcs?

[onlytwothings]

They've already given me lectures about enabling, and once was more than enough.

[ Yelling, lecturing, same thing. ]

So, yes, you could say that.

[rubikscomplex]

Psh! They're just jealous they don't have their own enablers. Strange, especially. Guy's a complete hypocrite.

[onlytwothings]

Well, in Watson's case, he has a right to be upset. I said I wouldn't prescribe for Sherlock, and that's exactly what I ended up doing.

[rubikscomplex]

That's because you're a wimp who folds like a piece of wet cardboard most of the time. Holmes tell you he was in pain or something?

[onlytwothings]

I think I almost deserve that, even if it is confirming your wet cardboard theory. And yes, it was something like that.

[rubikscomplex]

Lucky you, I don't have friends to get pissed off at you for prescribing me drugs. Win-win all around. I ain't a snitch, neither.

[onlytwothings]

That's something, at least. [ It's a small win, at least for him, but details. ] Speaking of that, how's the whole detox program going?

[rubikscomplex]

[House's expression darkens for a moment as he goes quieter.]

I'm outta rehab. Things are going great, doc.

[onlytwothings]

[ Well, that's telling. ]

On a scale of 1 to 10, how great is great?

[ Because he's not sure he's buying this. ]

[rubikscomplex]

[To be honest or to be glib? The question is always there. But after having Wilson save him from those cells... Glibly honest?]

Crank it to 11, I am that high. [To emphasize, he pulls the pill bottle from his pocket, pops the top and pulls one out to dry swallow.

House sobers a little after taking it, and glances away from the other man.]

They help me sleep.

[onlytwothings]

[ Wilson wouldn't know what to do if House didn't respond glibly. Well, he'd ask what was wrong, because clearly that indicates a problem. ]

I see.

[ It's unsurprising, of course, because House and drugs are like sunshine and rainbows; an imperfect comparison, but it works. ]

So who gave them to you? And I'm glad they help you sleep.

[ Because he looks like he needs it. ]

[rubikscomplex]

They're scripts from Gray. He still has a regular one going to the pharmacy that I wrote for him, like, half a year ago. Got a bottle from him and one from Graham. This whole bullshit place was supposed to fall apart before now. [One hand balls into a fist.] They gave us more time. Aren't we special?

[onlytwothings]

Huh. Well, at least you're well-supplied. [ For now. ]

Yeah. Really special. I don't really want to think about what it's going to be like when things actually start falling apart.

[rubikscomplex]

[For now.]

I'm well-supplied if I manage to get to the pharmacy before anyone else gets there to take it after a restock, which happens... I dunno. Maybe every month? [To match the month's supply. That makes sense to him.]

It's already starting to fall apart, though. Whatever's eating away at the databanks in this town is getting bolder.

[onlytwothings]

And how's that been going for you? [ If it were him, that would get annoying, but he's not the one with the addiction. ]

I know; I just mean I don't want to think about how bad things could potentially get. [ And considering they've already had quite a few things happen that could be classified as bad, he really doesn't want to know. ]

[rubikscomplex]

[Wilson earns an annoyed 'how do you think?' look for that first question and House doesn't answer.]

Best case scenario, we're all still mostly sane when they flip the kill switch, turn off the nanos and let us died from radiation poisoning. Worst case, we slowly lose control of our bodies and minds, lose our memories, and turn into anomalies before getting kicked up to the cloud with the rest of the dataghosts.

[onlytwothings]

[ House just gets a flat stare in return. ]

Total win/win, either way, huh? I guess being a dataghost beats the alternative.

[ Not to make a depressing conversation even more depressing, of course. ]

[rubikscomplex]

[House's brows rise slowly upward.]

You think having your mind degraded, broken apart, mixed with other people, and forced to stick around in some server until it physically breaks down is preferable to just dying and there being nothing?

[onlytwothings]

Well, when you describe it that way, no. Of course not, because no one in their right mind would.

[ Honestly, House. Of course, Wilson wasn't thinking about all the potential horrifying implications of being a dataghost when he said that. ]