[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]

[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.