[log] New Year's Mingle [open]

[rubikscomplex]

Characters: Anyone in the Bunker
Location: Bunker
Date: Let's go with January...
Summary: Mingling in the Bunker
Warnings: Add to subject line!

[All of the rooms within the Bunker have been opened. The latest, Room 19, contains computer parts. They'll need to use those, the soldering gun and other equipment in that room to create some sort of interface with the last locked door in Room 4. There are cables to connect up to the tablets, so maybe that will help, as well. And they still have other computers in Room 24 and 26 to use.

There are other things to be about, as well. The Bunker is, as ever, cold, slightly glowing, and moldy. And there are plenty of other rooms to check in on.]

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[rubikscomplex]

[House pouts at Will, sticking out his lower lip and furrowing his brow in his best kicked puppy expression. How can you be so cruel to him? He's an innocent victim of a wickedly scheming vampire! The comment about the syringes gets him to stop, at least.]

There's a cabinet on the ground toward the back that has band-aids all around it. Bet I can get two gauze rolls together before you finish playing 52 card pick-up with what got dumped on the floor over there.

[You were kind of asking for that, Will.]

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Only long term exposure and recognition of the fact that, yes he had asked for that, kept Will from shooting a glare over his shoulder.

It would just encourage House.

Instead, he hopped nimbly over towards the cabinet. ]

Fool's bet. You're down a wheel and your obsessive compulsive disorder means you'll be unable to finish a roll unless it's perfectly lined up. Got this one in the bag!

[ Sometimes, Will was a horrible human being. ]

[rubikscomplex]

Do you wanna know just how many people would laugh you out of the hospital if you told them I had OCD?

[All of them. All of them who have not been here in Norfinbury for months and witnessed some mild tendencies devolve into incredibly unhealthy coping methods. Damn you, Will Graham!]

Loser has to take the tablets out to charge up tomorrow.

[He starts rolling furiously, using the stump of his arm to hold the roll in place as he tries to wind it so it isn't uneven. When it doesn't quite work? House hates that he has to unroll it a little and try again to get it right.]

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

Have you forgotten how little I concern myself with peoples' laughter? [ And he was willing to bet you were just as OCD at the hospital. It just wouldn't present itself in the classic manner. ]

You can enjoy freezing your butt off for once. [ Will boasted because that was part of the game, but they both knew exactly who would go outside with the tablets in the morning.

While the ex-profiler was doing his best not to treat House like an invalid, there were some situations where it was not only foolish, but idiotically reckless to ignore the situation. Having House stand out in the cold, at risk from anomalies, trying to juggle two tablets was the latter. ]

[rubikscomplex]

I've been freezing my ass off since the double-digits. Back in my day, we freezed our asses off, and we were proud of it. Walking 10 miles each day. Uphill both ways in the snow. Backwards. On our hands.

[Like you do.]

cw: ableist language

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Will seemed to give it some thought, before he responded in a pensive tone. ]

Can you limp handstand? I mean, maybe if you stuffed a glove it would work to keep you even while you're walking backwards uphill on your hands. Sorry, hand.

[ It was rib the hell out of House, or stumble under the weight of his own guilt for what had happened and the loss of House's hand. Will was certain he'd never forget the screaming, from when the hand had to come off.

For now, he held up his hand, tiny bandages sticking out around his fist. ]

52.

cw: ableist language

[rubikscomplex]

[House looks up from his one and a half rolls of gauze and purses his lips.]

People used to respect cripples more, y'know? Come over here. Lemme take a closer look.

[Let him knock them out of your hands, Will.]

I don't trust your math.

cw: ableist language

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Will just gave House a flat look. ]

You remember when you videotaped my sudden Prophet tattoo and then let me crash around thinking it had suddenly appeared, when in truth you had video of me doing it to myself?

[ Yep, he is still bringing that up. ]

I won the bet, but like I said we both know I'm going to end up out there anyway.

[rubikscomplex]

No one likes a guy who holds grudges. [House huffs.] Anyway, it was for an experiment. [And clearly, that makes it all right.]

And I'll go out tomorrow. Don't be a mother hen. I can stand around holding a couple of tablets if I keep the Bunker door open.

[He might not like losing, but he'll eat his loss.]