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Dr Gregory House is *gasp* physically in the clinic.

He does not want to deal with patients. That does not mean he won't get any.

He's currently eyeing the duct taped trash can that was left earlier with a note. There's a live gremlin in the can, the donor suggested using it for antivenom. House has a feeling he's going to need more than one live speciman to get enough antivenom to service the

fandomhigh population. But it's a start.

He's just not in the mood to deal with it.

He'd thought moving to

fandomhigh would be a wonderful opportunity to make a new start and reinvent himself. When Lisa showed up, he felt some measure of comfort in having someone from home around. Someone he knew well and could trust and count on and all that good stuff Hosue is so loathe to do. With one exception. Not that it matters. Wilson isn't around, an he's trying not to think about Wilson was he mindlessly tosses his Lacrosse ball in the air, catching it effortlessly.

All in all,he's pleased with hs clinic staff, although some applicants have yet to show up at all. ([OOC: Note to all clinic assistans. If you have, for whatever reason decided *not* to be clinic assistants,please inform Dr House so that he can remove you from the roster.]

In any case, Dr House is in the clinic. He does not want to be bothered, and yet he is there to be bothered. Have at. Just do *not* try to lift drugs on his watch, unless you are willing to pay the price. This notice appears outside the clinic entrance.

Enter at your own risk.

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[ooc: on way to bed, but that was just unbearably sad, so here (http://www.livejournal.com/users/jerusalem_s/4905.html?thread=57897#t57897). Maybe House could get a sudden flash of warmth and goodwill'twards men or something.]

[OOC: Sleep well, and even if ew have to wait for general applications, House can always tlak to Wilson, I would think. A phone call, emails, a visit home, a meeting in Town? Maybe...*Loves you once again*]

[OOC: Allie is definitely still going to be a clinic assistant... her mun has just been overwhelmed trying to get organized playing 3 characters...]

[OOC: *Nods* No worries, just wanting to, uh, get my ducks in a row. Wasn't worried about you, really. Allie's been around. So it's all good]

[ooc: Ooo, more House & Angelus now?]

[OOC: Yup. Wanted to post for him and Oz, now going to the emails waiting for replies]

[ooc: No prob. Take your time.]

*Jack limps in, having run out of the painkillers he was given two days ago*

*ow* More, please? I have this pulse pistol blast on my ass. ~~Do burns really hurt six days later? I don't care, I'm milking this.~~

House's eyes drift over the patient.

"More what?" He asks, his face blank and bored-looking.

More... more whatever one of the nurses gave me (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/5530.html). I don't know what they are, they killed the pain ~~and made me sufficiently goofy that I ended up dressing in aka_vala's underwear and singing showtunes~~. I need painkillers! *ow*

House yawns.

"Sign in, and I'll get to you when I can."

House turned the sign in clip board around and dropped a pen on it.

Jack takes the clipboard, signed, "Jack Harkness" and puts it back. "How long can this take? I say 'ow'." You say, 'here'. I say, 'I go away and leave you alone now'." Good all around, right? Let's start. Here's me saying, 'Ow'. Now you say...?"

"You're blocking my light."

*Jack sits down, crosses his arms, and waits, pouting*

House makes him wait a few minutes before he even bothers to get the file Alanna documented on the patient.

"All right, Jake." He says, deliberately using the wrong name. "What seems to be the trouble?"

"Jack. Pulse pistol shot to ass. Hurts like hell. Want more of the happy pills." Jack considers trying a charming smile, takes a look at House, and reconsiders. "Wanna see?"

"No. Alanna's notes are quite conclusive." House gave him a dead pan look. "Two days. You come back here Sunday looking for more, I will personally see to a complete and utterly undiginified exam."

Hosue stands and unlocks the drug cabinent, doles out two days worth of pain killers. "This is a clinic, not a drug cartel. Pass the message along to your friends." Hosue tossed him the bottle.

"Hey, I've got no dignity left. I'm willing to bet you'll make it painful, too." Jack takes pills. "Thanks. I'll, uh... not be coming back."

:::exit, stage left::::

[OOC: Hosue woul be greatly amused if he does come back, though, just so you know]

Alanna wonders into the clinic absentmindedly and waves to Doctor House before plopping down on a couch.

His blue eyes flicker to look at her, but he says nothing and continues tossing the ball.

Alanna sighs and lies down to stare at her pencil collection in the ceiling.

"Rough day?"

"Rough week."

"You feeling any better?"

"Yes, thank you. Need anyone heeled? I'm back to normal."

"Nah. It's been quiet tonight."

Alanna sighs.

"Whenever I'm here on my own, it's always not quiet."

"Must be my repuation preceeding me." Hosue grinned. "Nobody wants to come around Big Bad Dr House."

Alanna snorted her amusement.

"So as soon as you leave we'll be flooded with imbeciles who would rather wait a few hours then get proper treatment? Wonderful."

"Want me to leave now? I can open the flood gates on my way out."

Alanna grimaced.

"It's your clinic, really. I wouldn't want to kick you." It's not like you spend much time here anyway she thought to herself.

"How thoughtful," Hosue sighed. His eyes shifted up to the ceiling, and the pencils. "Impressive, that."

"Sorry, sir. I'll get them down if you'd like."

"Doesn't matter. We've got a thousand more." He sighed and put his ball back on the desk and opened a drawer. "Wonder if there's anything good on TV?"

"TV? I've heard it mentioned it, what is it?" Alanna didn't bother moving from her place on the couch.

"You don't know what TV is?" House stares at her for a moment. He blinks, shakes his head, and extracts hissmall television from the desk drawer.

"Have you ever seen a play? It's kind of like that. Only...different. Come here. Bring a chair." He scooted his chair over a bit to make room behind the desk for another person.

Alanna drags a chair next to Dr. House.

"It shows play's? How do they fit people in there?"

"It's a recording. The people aren't actually inside the TV. Someone films them acting, and then it's shown through the TV."

He turns it on, and turns it toward her.

"The people in there are extremely small." Alanna cautiously pokes at the screen. "Well, it looks interesting, or at least entertaining. I've noticed that a lot of your technology is used mostly for entertainment, actually."

"I come from an extremely restless society." Hosue shrugs.

Alanna snorts and turns her attention back to the TV.

"That's one way to put it, yeah."

"Yeah." House's eyes flickered over her, watching her look at the TV.

[OOC: I gotta crash here pretty soon. His repsonses are slowing down...]

"It's...oddly addictive."

((Same here, dead on my feet right now...))

"No kidding." House turned his gaze back to the television.

[OOC: *Nods* We can either fade to black or continue later, doesn't matter to me.]

Alanna makes a random noise of agreement, staring at the small the screen.

((I think fade to black. We've lost our charries to the TV gods.))

House leans back in his chair, hands linked behind his head.

[OOC: So it seems. *Sigh* Such is a risk with House...Heh]

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