[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.]

Comments

[ecks]

I want to sit here and be with you. You and the others are behaving irregularly and I do not like it.

[Look, she's already digging things out of her pack. This is how you social, right?]

[rubikscomplex]

We just got pumped full of memory-altering drugs and beat up while hallucinating an almost completely false reality. How do you think we should be acting?

[ecks]

You are not full of memory-altering drugs or being beaten up or hallucinating an almost completely false reality now.

[rubikscomplex]

Thanks. I hadn't noticed.

[ecks]

It has sometimes seemed as though that is true.

[rubikscomplex]

[It's a surprisingly astute observation. But then, Ecks is generally good at observing, even if she can't explain.]

Not all of us are Graham. He's just a nut job, in general.

[ecks]

Only Graham is Graham. That is a strange and irrelevant statement, Doctor House.

[She goes back to unpacking her backpack with sharp, irritated movements. She doesn't know what to do about any of this. She doesn't like seeing Doctor House like this (or the others, but mostly Doctor House), but she has never known how to make him behave less erratically.]

[rubikscomplex]

I'm saying he's the one who hallucinates, not me.

[ecks]

I do not know that for certain. You say that, but I do not know if it is true.

[rubikscomplex]

[House rolls his eyes.]

If I were hallucinating something, that would be interesting. I'd share that it's happening. I'm not sharing because it's not happening. And that's boring.

[ecks]

You would not know you were hallucinating so it would not be interesting to you.

[Doctor House arguing with her is better, in a way. She likes it better, at least, than Doctor House withdrawing. Ecks keeps unpacking her bag--out comes a bottle of mocha syrup, followed by a bottle of rum. She sets each down without particular thought among the jar of thumbtacks, ball of yarn, and other odds and ends that have already made their appearances.]

[rubikscomplex]

No, I pretty much know when I'm hallucinating.

[He is that good.

And also lying through his teeth.]

[ecks]

How? You are only a human.

[She smiles so he'll know that her ill opinion of his entire species is a joke.]

[rubikscomplex]

[Her humor gets a roll of House's eyes.]

How do you know when you're hallucinating?

[ecks]

I do not. If I cannot know, I do not think you can know.

[rubikscomplex]

Generalization. You think just because you can't know, I can't know? That's a bad argument. Come up with something better or I'm assigning you a D on this conversation.

[ecks]

It is not possible to prove this point without conducting tests and I do not currently possess any hallucinogens.

[rubikscomplex]

So, you'd rather make sweeping generalizations without gathering data first?

[This is a test, Ecks. His tone says as much.]

[ecks]

It is a hypothesis, and also I think you would not want me to gather data.

[rubikscomplex]

You've hallucinated before, haven't you? Other people have hallucinated. And you haven't been taking notes. Tsk!

[ecks]

I could not take notes when I hallucinated because I did not know that I was hallucinating.

I will take note of that now. That is data. It is in my notes.

[rubikscomplex]

Well, at least you're starting now. Lemme know your findings after the next episode you observe people hallucinating. Which isn't now because I'm not. Anyone ever tell you, you somehow turned into a mom here?

[ecks]

No one has told me that because I am not a mother. I do not have any children.

If you think that I have children you are hallucinating and I am right and you are wrong and so is your face.

[rubikscomplex]

[House runs a hand down said face.]

Has anyone ever told you you're metaphysically exhausting? And your face is spiders.

[ecks]

No. They have not told me that. And your penis is spiders.