[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.]

Comments

[phaseshifter]

Then why don't you go and tell him that? Are you afraid of upsetting your boyfriend?

[ She doesn't know Will well enough to be really comfortable with bringing him into this even indirectly, but. IF SHE'S GOTTA, ]

[rubikscomplex]

My boyfriend's in a body locker. Twice now, actually. Thanks for the reminder.

[He'll just go with making her feel bad about Wilson. That's a much easier thing to deal with. Particularly when he isn't around.]

[phaseshifter]

Oh? I didn't know you had a dead boyfriend. You sure moved on fast, geez. Not that I'm judging! I clearly have no idea what the deal is with boyfriend etiquette. It comes from never having had one.

[ bold of House to assume that Angel believes he has feelings that can be hurt, ]

[rubikscomplex]

[Rude, Angel.]

So much for you being the gossip girl. Whatever happened to the whole connecting people who were in love with Epps? Didn't you learn anything from that troll kid?

[phaseshifter]

It's been a year, dude. I've become incredibly jaded and cynical since then. It's terrible.

[ And she never really connected with any of the troll kids. Weird how they weren't super into befriending someone named after the terrible mythical demons who usher in the apocalypse, right?? ]

[rubikscomplex]

Tsk! Letting a little thing like the end of the world get you down. You seriously need to work on that optimism shtick, babe. Jaded and cynical is my thing.

[phaseshifter]

Was your thing. It's mine, now, dude. Stolen from you like the finest vicodin.

cw: drugs

[rubikscomplex]

I've still got some left. There's enough for, like... another month. You wanna get high?

oh my gOD

[phaseshifter]

[WAY too quickly:] No. No. Definitely not. No. Nuh-uh. That's very generous, but noooo.

House is a walking After School Special

[rubikscomplex]

Bad trip?

[phaseshifter]

Nnnnno, just an unfortunate tendency to get - um, chatty.

[ And to lose any kind of filter and to get kind of handsy and giggly and embarrassing. ]

Assuming it's like an eridium high. Anyway, there are people who could actually use that, you know! Rhys' MN poisoning is terrible, and Squalo's wounds haven't all healed yet, and you should probably be using it responsibly for your hand, and...

cw: drugs

[rubikscomplex]

Vicodin makes you fall asleep, kid. [Most of the time. If she gets some of the less common symptoms, he'll happily watch, though.] And I'm using it extremely responsibly. There's more than a month 'cause I'm taking 10 mg per day. My actual dose when I came in here was 80.

There's plenty. Wouldn't take much if you just wanna try. Worst that'll happen is you conk out.

[phaseshifter]

I've seen people on vicodin, dude. More than once. Both times the person using it managed to make a but-- an ass of themselves before conking out.

[ She may be exaggerating a little in Squalo's case, but shhh. Remember Rhys' vicodialing? ANGEL DOES. ]

[rubikscomplex]

You think you're as bad as those lightweights? Tch! Suit yourself. More for me. Or... if you try one, I'll give half of 'em to Rhys and your boyfriend.

[Look... there are few things in his life here he can take control of. Haranguing Angel to get her to try Vicodin is one of his last chances.]

[phaseshifter]

I'm a literal freaking lightweight, and he's not my-- Half?

[ god

effing

darnit ]

Done. Gimmie.

[rubikscomplex]

[Oh, this should be fun. Maybe. He'll have to see. The pills have been cut into halves thanks to Will's attention. House pulls a bottle from his pocket and pops the top one-handed.]

I wanna see you take one first. Then the rest. C'mere.

[He'll shake half a pill out onto her hand for the taking.]

That's 10 mg. Enjoy.

[phaseshifter]

Is - uh, it's okay to take it on an empty stomach? I only ate a bag of chips today.

[ Oh, those pesky low rations. She's kind of looking at the pill like it's going to bite her or something. ]

I'm not stalling, it. It seems like a legitimate concern.

[rubikscomplex]

Speaking as a many years drug-addict, it's fine. Speaking as a doctor... it's fine. You're not gonna OD on 10 mills of Vicodin.

[phaseshifter]

Okay. But if I puke, I'm aiming for you.

[ And she promptly swallows the pill dry. To assert dominance. Or something. ]

The rest now, please. How long before this kicks in?

[rubikscomplex]

If you puke from that little thing, you've got way more problems than me, babe.

[But he'll carefully start tapping pill halves out into her hand until she has about half.]

Maybe ten minutes.

[He gets up and pockets the bottle, strolling over to the door to Room 2. He opens it up and shouts at the top of his lungs without preamble.]

Angel's getting high if anyone wants to see!

[phaseshifter]

[ OH GOD FRICKETY FUCKING DAMMIT. Angel raises her voice too: ]

Am not! He gave me something to help me sleep!!

[ And she quickly squirrels away her share of the pills in a spare empty water bottle before glowering in House's direction. ]

Gee, I hope nobody comes in and kicks your ass for taking advantage of the naivete of a young girl to get her wasted for your amusement. That would be terrible. Dick.

[headjacked]

On what??

[ It's like magic, this noodle-summoning. Rhys staggers through the doorway, movements stiff and robotic (har har). His flesh hand is caked in dried and not-so-dried blood. ]

Did you find more eridium?

[rubikscomplex]

[The blood is interesting. House eyes Rhys for a long moment, trying to see if the blood belongs to him.]

Vicodin. The little minx scammed me for half a bottle of it for you.

[phaseshifter]

Can we not make little minx a thing, please? 'Cause that will make me puke.

[ Rhys' hand doesn't get as much of a reaction from her, because, y'know. Twinsies. She just gives him a vaguely grumpshamed look as she plops her butt back down on the bunk and pats her bag. ]

Didn't scam him, unfortunately. Meds are in there if you need them right now. You might wanna wait a little, though.

[headjacked]

[ Rhys returns the eyeballing, though his gaze is just blank and... tired. Still, The Hand stays turned away, perhaps deliberately. Perhaps not. Most of the blood appears to be dry, at least. Most.

His eyes don’t even light up when Greg mentions the v. Instead he crosses the room and lowers himself next to Angel. ]

This minx is only two feet tall, House. Better have gone easy.

[ He does stare at the source of the bottle rather intently. ]

Never thought you’d be giving us this willingly.