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snowblindrpg2015-09-29 08:50 am
rubikscomplex) wrote in snowblindrpg2015-09-29 08:50 am
[log] Monster Mash [semi-open]
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.]
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.]
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I don't ask why people lie. [That's a lie.] I just know that they do.
I already watched the video. Looked like a spider stung you Epps. I didn't see anything actually happen.
[So, he's guessing it healed something else. Something embarrassing? Why else would Clayton and Enoch lie?]
And yeah. Sure. I'll go ahead and believe your pals, Dr. Scissor Toes.
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The scissors...would looking at them help you?
[They do still cut, but they had been used for a task far beyond their intended purpose...he shifts off his backpack to start looking through it. He can't remember if he or Clayton had the scissors last...]
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[Yes, at this point Clayton isn't even taking the conversation seriously--at least, it doesn't seem like he is. He's smirking like a dumbass and most of his attention is securely fixed on Enoch, a constant but loud aside at House's expense. He likes to think that he has a good reason for feeling this way. As he explains to Enoch: ]
Listen to 'em--he's one a them skeptic-types. He ain't gonna believe nothin' less he was there t' watch. The foot's the best proof we got 'less we figure out how t' turn back time 'r somethin', an' he ain't believin' that, so...
[He shrugs helplessly and wriggles his boot the rest of the way on.]
...he's right. We're wastin' his time. [Clayton gives Enoch an affectionate pat on the shoulder while he fusses with his backpack.] I'll leave y'all to it. Good luck with them scissors, Enoch.
[And he's turning to leave.]
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[House watches Clayton's retreating form before turning back to Enoch.]
Lesson time on why the scissors are actually a stupid idea for proof. Let's think about it, hmm? Bloody scissors will tell me:
a. These scissors have had blood on them.
b. You guys don't wash blood off your scissors? Gross.
c. Oh, yeah, and these scissors were used to snip off some toes.
If you answered 'C,' your a moron who doesn't know how basic evidence works. Even if there were bone fragments I could see, I'd need a lab analysis to be able to tell that the blood and bone actually belong to him. Conveniently, that's not available. You're basically just asking me to take your word for it, whichever way you snip it off.
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[Enoch trails off with something that might have been a scoff if it didn't die just barely out of his mouth, letting his backpack hang limply by a strap in his hand.]
All right. Believe what you will. The truth doesn't need your acceptance to be real.
[And he's walking away now, too, following Clayton.]