[log] Monster Mash [semi-open]

[rubikscomplex]

Characters: Clayton, Enoch, Dio, House, Miranda, Clem, and Quark
Location P10 - BUILDING 110
Date: Day 041, evening
Summary: Gas Station slumber party! Following a monster attack.
Warnings: Will add as necessary, but general House disclaimer for insensitivity.

[The evening is drawing in around them as Miranda and House make their way toward the gas station. It's a somewhat familiar road to tread, at least, and there's the promise of his meds at the end of it... also people to distract the irritating woman walking with him from his company.

Epps should be good for that. He seems like the sort.

There's a sudden hiss from somewhere behind them, when they're still a good distance from the building. House glances back, then does a double-take when he sees a four-legged shadow monster pounding across the snow after them. That... what is that? It doesn't look like a robot. It doesn't look anything but absolutely real.]

Six o'clock!

[The words are snapped out as House turns, gauging the thing's speed. It's moving too fast for him to reach the gas station in time, which means improvising.]

Comments

[neverbitten]

[Actually... "fight off monsters with a hammer" pretty much describes her life before she ended up here.

She frowns, turning away.]

It always worked back home. [A shrug.] You really think clicking at them was going to work?

[rubikscomplex]

Uh huh. Let me guess, you're from the apocalypse, too. Society as we know it has collapsed and now the nuclear sickness has set in or the zombie plague or the alien invaders. [Jesus, is Hiro the only relatively normal kid here? Why the hell would the admin screw with so many people?]

And I was testing a theory. Still collecting evidence. Should have the full report in a few weeks.

[neverbitten]

Zombies. [She's heard that word before, at least. It's not the one she uses, but whatever.] I guess it didn't happen to you though... You should consider yourself lucky.

And that sounds like a kind of dumb theory.

[rubikscomplex]

[More zombies?]

You should talk to Jane. You girls would have so much to discuss. Hers were space zombies. And it didn't happen to anyone. Trust me, kid. The world's still alive and kicking and I don't mean that in the half the population is six feet under and rising kind of way. What year do you think it is?

[He's not going to address her last point there. Mainly because she's right. It had been stupid, but panic makes people do stupid things.]

[neverbitten]

[To that Clementine reacts with immediate anger, because seriously - dismissing everything she's been through, everything she's lost? Not cool.] That's bullshit! It happened. I know, I was there. People died - people I cared about - and then they came back and ate other people.

[She glares at him, trying not to think about those losses and failing.]

How is what happened to you more real that what happened to me?

[She doesn't even both with the question about what year it is. It doesn't matter anymore - she hasn't bothered to work it out since the mess back home started. And also the game, comic and TV show are all very unclear about years, so this mun knows even less than her.]

[rubikscomplex]

[House barely reacts to her outburst save to raise a brow. He has to hand it to the admin or whoever else is brainwashing these kids. They're good. Very good.]

I believe that you believe you were there. That doesn't mean you were. [He sighs, not particularly wanting to argue metaphysics with some pint-sized brat.] But let's say you were for the sake of argument. Let's say all of us are actually from different times and places and worlds. How's the admin getting us?

Time machine? Well, that gets you some people. Dimension-hopping machine? That's impressive and this is a seriously shitty use of that. Go on, tell me how they're doing it.

[neverbitten]

I was there - [she interrupts after those first few sentences. She's annoyed, very much so, but also beginning to realise that this guy isn't going to believe her no matter what she tells him.]

I don't know. But you're the asshole that knows everything. What's your dumb "theory" for how we are here then? Why we're here. [She points aggressively toward the door that the monster outside is still trying to get through.] What scientific explanation d'you have for that thing?

[rubikscomplex]

[He wishes he were the asshole who knew more at the moment. House is typically all right with not knowing something straight out, but he usually has more resources at his finger tips than wandering around and trying to survive to work with. His team is gone, his office and equipment are gone, hell, he'd settle for an old-fashion mail service.

Mail service... At the post office. House's expression goes blank for a moment as Clem waits. Then, he's suddenly narrowing his eyes on her, gaze sharp.]

Has anyone tried sending a letter at the post office? [It's... a complete non sequitur. Apologies Clem. He does that.] An actual letter. The admin's getting us in and out of here. Spiders are moving things around. What if they'll deliver mail?

[neverbitten]

[Admittedly this complete change of subject is really annoying, but at least tells her that he's about as lost as she is when it comes to all those questions.]

I don't know - I don't think so. You really think they'd bother with a letter we send? [Yeah, she's pretty sceptical.]

[rubikscomplex]

No idea if nobody's tried it. [He's looking up, away from her, contemplating. Who could they send a letter to that wouldn't be considered too suspicious, but who could still help? And what would the content of the message be? If he could get something to Cuddy or Wilson...

Clem's no longer really there for him. She's just a sounding board.]

If you could send a letter out, who would you address it to? What would you write to get the message you need out: we're trapped; send help, without the censors seeing it?