[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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Day 409 (Closed to Zell)

[rubikscomplex]

[The world is probably ending. It's now or never on this, and House has mostly been avoiding it because he didn't want to deal with Zell's incessant perkiness. Or his pity following Wilson's death. That's behind them and House's throat is recovering, so he goes to find Zell.]

I wanna borrow your guitar.

[swatsflies]

[ If it helps, he just spent time outside screeching because ANGEL GOT LAID and also might watch people with her satellites at home. And he's kind of pondering on telling Beckett anyways.

Yeah.

So he's coming back in when he spots House. ]

Hey, man. Yeah you can, it's back in the bunk beds room.

[ He'll just wave him along as he heads there ]

[rubikscomplex]

By borrow, I mean I wanna take it to the high school or that meat hook shed so I can actually get my rock on over the network.

[Goodbye shadownet. And like hell is he standing out in the snow and jamming with as cold as it is.]

[swatsflies]

[ Wow, House. Wanting to take the seventh party member that far away. Zell thinks about it before giving a thumbs up. ]

Yeah, that's fine. I haven't really been playing it much with everyone here.

[ He doesn't want to disturb anyone's sleep. ]

Is that guy- Will? Is he going with you?

[rubikscomplex]

Dude, he's been around for over 4 months. Have you seriously not talked to him?

[You annoy everyone, Zell. Go annoy Will.]

[swatsflies]

Once or twice? We talked about you before.

[ ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ ]

[rubikscomplex]

Because you can't think of anything else to talk to him about?

[Don't gossip about him! He's the gossiper.]

Did he tell you about the time I... [House clamps his mouth shut like he'd just been about to reveal something. He hunches his shoulders and looks away. Look, if he can't screw with people, it means he's truly reached the end of his rope.] Never mind.

[swatsflies]

I thought you like being the main attraction.

[ Teasing just a bit with a grin thrown at House. But when House stops, the grin will drop. ]

Huh? What? What time?

[rubikscomplex]

[He does, but people aren't supposed to know that. Or say it. It's like Fight Club, okay?! In any case, House is getting into the act. He looks down and away from Zell.]

Nothing. Forget about it. He wasn't supposed to... We were. Forget I said anything, okay?

[swatsflies]

Whoa. We???

[ He's split between do not want to know and wants deets. ]

C'mon and spill, man. What's happening with you two?

[ Need for deets wins ]

[rubikscomplex]

[House draws in a breath, ragged with apparent emotion.]

You can't tell anyone, okay? It's just... he's... Graham, he's... having Robert Miller's baby. Happened the other night. I was in the other room. But you hear a guy and you just know.

[Sorry, Will. Did you even see that bus you've just been thrown under? Probably not.]

[swatsflies]

[ He starts to lean in at that until the whole... having Robert Miller's baby comes out. He'll blink and then stare owlishly at House. ]

What??!

[ And then he'll jump back, animatedly waving his arms around. ]

No! There's no way that's actually happening!

[ He doesn't even want to think how or why or what. ]

[rubikscomplex]

Oh, it's happening. [This is the face of a man speaking to a bone-crushing, heart-aching truth.] They've already got a name picked out. Wilbert.