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[log] New Year's Mingle [open]

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

Bad trip?

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...

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.

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. ]

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.]

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

[ god

effing

darnit ]

Done. Gimmie.

[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.

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.

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.

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?

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!

[ 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.

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?

[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.

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.

[ 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.

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I gave her 10 mills. She'll either conk out or get spacy. I'm not ODing her.

[Thank you for your input, little minx, the not-soon-to-be-high people are talking.]

And I never thought we'd get to the last door and end up with a game over screen. What'd you do to your hand?

Five feet. Not two.

[ Grump grump grump. Waiting on this to kick in is making her horribly tense and she freaking hates it. ]

Wait! Five feet and two hands. That's a burn on both of you. Eat it.

[ Rhys tries to nudge her with his freezing cold robot elbow, but, well. The limb barely jerks. That's a problem, probably more serious than the gashed hand he flashes at House, fingers wiggling. ]

We decided to take the whole Blood Siblings thing to the next level. Go big or go home, right?

Those aren't hands, those are paws you've got. You sure your dad wasn't part werewolf?

[Burn yourself, Angel.]

And good times. I mean, if one of you's got a blood-borne disease, doesn't really matter anymore.

Big hands jokes are old and tired, dude. Like you. I am freaking on fire.

[ She raises a hand for Rhys to high five. Gently, pls. Let's not reopen any palm wounds here. ]

Burn, baby, burn.

[ Rhys obliges with the softest of high fives -- finger contact only -- before giving into his pain and going for the bottle of vicodin.

Fuck it, it's go time. Dry swallowing like a pro before Angel can object. ]

Now maybe someone should.... hide these, I'm not sure I trust VicoMe to behave.

Just wait 'til the drugs kick in. We'll see who you really are under all those freckles.

[And he's not hiding the Vicodin from Rhys. Angel, that's your job.]

And who he is under the robotics.

You're choosing my freckles as my distinctive feature? Not the glowy-ass tattoos? The hyphen is between the glowy and the ass. Not the ass and the tattoos.

[ VERY IMPORTANT. Almost as important as snatching the drugs away from Rhys and stuffing the bottle back into her bag, which she clutches to her chest as she glowers at Rhys. ]

You couldn't have waited a little longer??

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