[log] The Council of Norfinbury [day 67, semi-closed]

[gtfoourgalaxy]

Characters: Everyone who attends the town hall meeting on Day 67 at Building 28, as well as people who phone in. This is a lot of people.
Location Building 28
Date: Day 67, all day for mingle, around midday for meeting
Summary: Snowbos meet up to talk snowplans.
Warnings: Snowplans may result in swearing. House and Jack are present, with all that implies.



[This is your general mingle log for the day! Start toplevels at your pleasure. Below there will be a toplevel for the actual Council of Snowhell.]

Comments

[phaseshifter]

Uh. Snowhell naughty?

[ Annnnnd she's successfully thrown. What a good start. ]

...are you flirting with Doctor Epps by proxy? I'm - that's not why I - hurgh.

[rubikscomplex]

[ Okay, that deserves an eyeroll. House just gives her a Look. The silently judging sort of look. ]

Wow. You caught me. He's been sending me the sweetest little messages, but I've moved on.

What do you want, Trinity?

[phaseshifter]

Oh, um, right. I hear you're good at, um, weird medical things? Treating non-humans?

[ Time to commence Operation: DISTRACT WITH SHINIES. Angel rolls up the sleeve of her sweater to show House her tattoos, which are glowing a strong white-blue. ]

My siren markings shouldn't be glowing. Not when I can't use my powers. It's starting to hurt.

[rubikscomplex]

[ House is absolutely distracted by the shiny. His eyes go down to the tattoos, and there's a noticeable shift in his demeanor and position as he closes his book and sits up fully, legs coming off of his bag. He holds out a hand, but doesn't grab her arm. ]

How long have they been like that? Since you arrived? What's their usual function?

[phaseshifter]

[ The bag has to be where the pills are, right? Surely. Angel moves towards it under the pretense of giving House a better viewing angle, placing her forearm in the offered hand. ]

Yes, since I arrived. I'm not sure they have a function as such, other than to identify me as a Siren? They usually only glow when my powers are in use.

Sorry, even my own knowledge is a little limited. There are only six of us in existence, so there isn't exactly a big store of information about these things.

[ LOOK, EVEN SHINIER ]

[rubikscomplex]

[ It's super shiny! Her arm has House's near full attention. He glances up after a moment or two hover his hand over the marking. ]

And what exactly is a 'siren'? Also, describe the nature of the pain. Burning? Shooting?

[ All right, to him it looks like someone got ahold of some radioactive paint, but he'll leave that out as a possibility for the moment. ]

[phaseshifter]

Sirens are - um, excuse me, do you mind if I sit? The marks are all the way down my side including my leg, so...

[ Just gonna. Settle down in front of the bag. For. For no reason in particular.

Especially not, like.

Bandit reasons. ]

Sorry. Sirens are women born with neato powers and blue tattoo... things. Fancy space witches, I guess. And, um, the pain is -

[ FAKE. FAKEY FAKE FAKE. ]

- kind of... achey. Like a bruise.

[rubikscomplex]

[ There's a drawn out silence, then House's eyes are on her more fully, pinning her in place. ]

No, it's not. What actually hurts, kid? You get banged up somewhere embarrassing down in the basement?

[ Why, yes. He did see Steve's message. He's also getting the sense that she's lying, and that's usually what it is when someone's faking an injury. Pretend it's a cold so you can work your way up to asking about the rash on your dick by the time the examine's over. ]

I've been a doctor for over 20 years. Whatever it is, you're not going to shock me.

[phaseshifter]

Dude. EW.

[ God freaking dammit Rhys Von Nolastname, is pain relief really worth this. Is it. IS IT REALLY. ]

This is hard to talk about because I've had to keep it secret all my life! Not because - because I bumped my butt or whatever. Seriously?

[rubikscomplex]

Well, I was more thinking your hoo-hoo got cha-cha'd the wrong way, but butt works, too. [ Angel's insistence on not swearing was equal parts amusing and irritating. At least he could try to make her feel juvenile for it.

As he says this, House begins surreptitiously applying pressure with his thumbs to Angel's glowing marks, watching her for a reaction. ]

Also, what did Epps say when you talked to him about this? [ Because if this is real, he knows she would have asked him first. ]

[phaseshifter]

Hoo-hoo?-- Uh, he said that I shouldn't worry and that he couldn't find anything wrong. But he's pretty busy right now, obviously, and this really isn't normal for m-- YOWCH!

[ SHOWTIME. Angel recoils violently, giving House the ultimate in kicked puppy looks as she jerks backwards. The movement is meant to conceal her mundane, non-glowy hand snaking its way behind her back and into House's bag - hopefully successfully.

The fact that she's tense, frightened and ready to bolt probably works in her favour at making it seem like she really is hurt, at least. ]

[rubikscomplex]

[ House is unmoved by kicked puppy looks, but this works in her favor as his eyes are on her expression and reaction rather than where her hands are going. There's... a lot in the bag, but if she's gone for one of the smaller pockets, she'll his pay dirt. Two full bottles of Vicodin for the taking. ]

Have you ever experienced pain from those marks before?

[ No apology, just a suspicious glare. ]

[phaseshifter]

Yes. When I died.

[ It's not a lie. Which is just as well, since it's hard to rummage discreetly and make stuff up at the same time. Angel's hand closes on one of the pill bottles, and she immediately has to suppress the urge to speak louder to cover up the sounds of her own heartbeat thrumming in her ears. ]

I guess you need details? I was cut off from a substance I needed a constant supply of in order to live. It happened very fast, so. Iunno. Heart failure, maybe? I never asked the administrator for my medical records, so I don't know for sure.

[ She shuffles uncomfortably, taking the opportunity to transfer the pills to her coat pocket as she does so. Oh god. Oh geez. Oh no oh no she's a bandit now she's a real bandit there's no going back she stole a thing ]

[rubikscomplex]

[ House raises a brow. ]

I know Epps has aspirin. If it's heart-related, giving you a regulated and regular dose of that might help even things out. Even if it's not, that'll probably dull the pain. He seriously didn't think of any of this?

[ Because it's the most obvious solution to jump to House's mind and whatever he might say, House does have some respect for Clayton's basic medical skills and diagnostic abilities. ]

[phaseshifter]

He was... really really busy. And I didn't want to take up too much of his time. Annnnd the thing about how I died didn't come up.

Speaking of, erm, I've taken up too much of your time already, right? And I should find Dumpy before he... maces... someone...?

[ Just gonna. Get back to her feet and cast her eyes around for the tiny wee screambot. Yeah. ]

[rubikscomplex]

Mace? [ The look House gives Angel is one of disgust. ] What the hell were you idiots thinking? Go take the mace out of that thing before the meeting. [ Mainly because House is concerned that he is going to get maced and it will be very unpleasant. Angel also needs to go whine at Clayton for this. House doesn't have any particular insight on 'glowy tattoos' if Angel can't give him more information and he's lacking in any equipment. Even a stethoscope would give him something. He'd check her lymph nodes to see if those are reacting, but he suspects she's not going to let him touch her after the way she'd jumped back. ]

[phaseshifter]

Hey, don't blame - I dropped it when the monster came for us and he picked it up! And now we can't figure out how to take it out and-- um, I'll go see if I can't try again.

[ She backs up a few steps, pauses, and adds: ]

And, um, thank you. For your help. I feel better already!

[ OKAY TIME TO SKEDADDLE. RUN LIKE THE WIIIIIND ]

[rubikscomplex]

[ House just hums, noncommittal as he watches her run off, gaze still narrowed in suspicion. He doesn't know what that was about, but he doubts very much it was just about her tattoos. ]