A - Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Ch-anomaly Out. Out. Out into the dark of the tunnels. The cold no longer bothers him. He is cold. And he knew this would happen, knew it was happening. Now that it's here? House doesn't really know what to make of it. It hurts. It's agony like this. His bones are shards of ice, continuously stabbing through his flesh. His blood trails out in crystals. He's starving.
Where the hell did they even come out of? He needs to get back to the Bunker, to Will. He needs to show the other man what's been happening. But it's a long way to the Bunker and House is slow-moving. He cracks, breaks, reforms just a little less human as the ice freezes in him at ever odder angles.
His hands are the worst, he's decided. They're useless. They're not even hands anymore. He's made fun of Strange for it and maybe this is karma. Maybe. Where his arms end are monstrosities made of ice. He wants to smash them, but he doesn't. He sees someone as he moves, tries to draw their attention.]
How long've we been gone?
B - Lost Time [House wakes with a jolt, drawing in a sharp breath, then coughing heavily. It takes him a long moment to reorient himself. He'd been walking through Bunker Room 2 and then... nothing. His memories cut off from there.]
What the hell happened?
[It's not directed at anyone in particular, and it's something that will be repeated more than once as he gets his bearings again.]
cw: body horror, broken/breaking bones, severe lacerations, potential cannibalism
Out. Out. Out into the dark of the tunnels. The cold no longer bothers him. He is cold. And he knew this would happen, knew it was happening. Now that it's here? House doesn't really know what to make of it. It hurts. It's agony like this. His bones are shards of ice, continuously stabbing through his flesh. His blood trails out in crystals. He's starving.
Where the hell did they even come out of? He needs to get back to the Bunker, to Will. He needs to show the other man what's been happening. But it's a long way to the Bunker and House is slow-moving. He cracks, breaks, reforms just a little less human as the ice freezes in him at ever odder angles.
His hands are the worst, he's decided. They're useless. They're not even hands anymore. He's made fun of Strange for it and maybe this is karma. Maybe. Where his arms end are monstrosities made of ice. He wants to smash them, but he doesn't. He sees someone as he moves, tries to draw their attention.]
How long've we been gone?
B - Lost Time
[House wakes with a jolt, drawing in a sharp breath, then coughing heavily. It takes him a long moment to reorient himself. He'd been walking through Bunker Room 2 and then... nothing. His memories cut off from there.]
What the hell happened?
[It's not directed at anyone in particular, and it's something that will be repeated more than once as he gets his bearings again.]