[Locked to the rooftoppers, please. The Dean could stop by...Basically, closed to traume for now]

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Dr House was in the clinic, waiting for any and all of the kids from the botched Rooftop Beautifucation Project to show up for their gremlin testing, as per the Dean. Dean Bristow had told him to use water or sprite, not the actual gremlin spittle, but House didn't like the whole idea of lying to those kids. They trusted him, and he'd put himself on the line to defend and protect them. Lying to them at this point just seemed wrong.

House sighed and looked up at Alanna's pencil collectoin in the ceiling. The girl had a good throw, as far as h could tell, not one of the pencils had fallen yet. He sighed again and rubbed his face. He dug his crossword puzzle book out of his desk, but couldn't concentrate on it. Same with his video games, even the yo-yo. Another sigh and he leaned back in his chair, feet propped up on the desk.


[OOC: While this post is closed to student and faculty trauma, the clinic itself is open...*nodnod*]

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House glances at the kids. "Well, looks like the gang's all here," he says with a sigh. He stands and taps his cane on the floor. "Who's first?" His intese blue eyes look pointedly from one to the next, attempting to make eye contact with each of them.

[chasingangela]

After a few moments, Angela steps forward a little ruefully. "I was the one who noticed the gremlin spit, so I guess it should be me," she says, wincing.

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House nods, glance sweeping once again over the other terrified kids. Kids that came to him initially because they backed themselves in to a corner, and thought he might help them get out of it. The plan had more or less backfired. But he'd stood his ground with the Dean, he'd stood up for those kids and he wasn't going to let them down now.

He scratched his head, fully aware he was acting out of character. He didn't do this sort of thing often. Or without feeling very strongly about it.

"Stop. Here's the deal. The Dean knows the gremlin spit is a cover up. He tried to get me to rat you out. I didn't. I stuck with your story, and now I have to chaperone Homecoming. You kids owe me big. You all pretty much owe me your first borns, except I don't want them. I'm not going to expose you to gremlin spit. I'm not going to do any kind of testing on you. I'm not a research scientist, I'm a doctor. So, you owe me, And one way you can repay me right now is to get out of my clinic."

[chasingangela]

As soon as she's sure he's serious, a grin breaks over Angela's face, and she forces herself to stop its spread and look appropriately grateful. "Thank you, Dr. House. If I can ever make it up to you, let me know."

And then she grabs her backpack and is out the door.

[swerval_zero]

*Stares wide-eyed at House for a moment, then follows Angela's excellent example and flees.*

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"Should've seen that coming thank you very much good-bye!" Parker blurts as she rushes out, relieved beyond all measure.

(He's still getting coffe from her, though.)

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((He's holding her to that))