[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

[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.

[rubikscomplex]

Your dad's penis is spiders. That makes you a spider-girl.

[ecks]

Incorrect. My dad did not make me with his penis so his penis is irrelevant to what I am.

[rubikscomplex]

[House scoffs.]

Like father like daughter. Whatever you're made from.

[ecks]

Many things. But not penises.

[rubikscomplex]

So far as you know. You weren't around when you were being made.

[ecks]

Parts of me were around. Parts of me were around the entire workshop.

[She smiles, broad and toothy.]

And I know because I read about it.

[rubikscomplex]

[House stares at her for a long moment before demanding:]

Show me.

[ecks]

[She could pretend not to understand what he means, but she knows perfectly well. Ecks stares back, then turns to dig through her pack, emerging with a battered, unlabeled leather journal with a clasp that she deftly opens. Inside, its pages are filled with neat but cramped writing in a language foreign to Earth, hand drawn diagrams interspersed throughout the pages.]

When you received your guitar and Clint received his dog I received this.