[log] I Think We're Alone Now [semi-open]

[rubikscomplex]

Characters: Anyone in the Bunker!
Location: Bunker, Building 326 (high school), and Building 317 (hot shower house)
Date: Day 404-409
Summary: Goings on in the bunker post-event, and travel outside for House and Will. Brought to you by this cover.
Warnings: Please add them to subject lines, but likely body horror discussions, examination of vomit.

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[rubikscomplex]

[Castiel has acquired a set of slippers to see what he'll do with them.]

Define 'better.'

[Not lying despondently on a bed, thinking about his dead best friend. Probably.]

[godsspeed]

[ Well, that's. Hm. Not the most upsetting effigy of a dog he's ever seen, but it's in the top hundred, at least. House hasn't told him to do anything else with them, though, so he just keeps holding onto them. ]

Alert. Focused, but not to an obsessive degree. Less overwhelmed with the process of mourning.

[rubikscomplex]

I wasn't overwhelmed.

[It's quick and cutting as House narrows his gaze. But that only lasts a moment as he lets the defensive snarl fade.]

What've you been doing that's useful today?

[godsspeed]

Of course. [ It doesn't sound judgmental as he says it, but given that this is Castiel it's a little up in the air as to whether that's because it wasn't or because he still has yet to fully master conveying intent through tone of voice. ]

I've been clearing away the debris from our cleaning efforts. Mold that's been neutralized, abandoned ant nests. I haven't found anything else of note, but it should be easier to navigate in here now.

[rubikscomplex]

For as long as that lasts.

[House isn't incredibly hopeful that their efforts won't be undone by the slow progression of the mold onward.]

You should drag one of those corpses we found outside. See what Evie does with it.

[Mainly so that House doesn't have to do it, himself.]

[godsspeed]

[ Castiel nods. ]

If there are any of them that you and the others are done examining, I can do that now. I didn't want to disrupt your investigation.

[rubikscomplex]

Bunch of 'em in Room 3. Knock yourself out, kid.

[godsspeed]

In a moment. Unless you want to help, that is. [ He's more than strong enough to carry a desiccated corpse out into the snow, but if he wants to carry the body out with any modicum of respect and not risk causing it further damage he'll need a second pair of hands. ]

It's good that you're talking again. I don't think I've seen a death affect you so seriously before.

[rubikscomplex]

[House's glare is sharper on the other man.]

Learn to read a room, Feathers. I don't wanna talk about it. He's dead. Let's move on.