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Saturday Morning/Early Afternoon

After a hot shower and a breakfast of toast and Lavender tea, House went into the clinic. He refilled the bowl of lollipops, all the red ones suspiciously missing.

There was also a bowl of bell shaped Butterfinger candies set on the desk. And coffee brewing in the pot, the sweet Christmas blend mixing with the vague scent of sandlewood from Wilson's recent cleaning spree.

Dr sitting at the reception desk working on a crossword puzzle

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"Let me put this blood in the lab, and I'll see if Miss Alanna is around anywhere."

"Thanks. I've got nothing else to do today."

"Sitr tight." Hosue stepped out of the room, took the blood to the lab, and used the phone in there to call Alanna. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/threeweapons/1202.html?thread=38834#t38834)

*DEATH walks into the exam room, taking a seat in one of the room's empty chairs. He exudes a sense of self-assured dread and, if one is particularly sensitive, there appears to be an aura of displaced space where DEATH is sitting.*

"If you call getting up with different parts than you went to bed with a problem, yeah, I got one."

Death, Han shuddered, hoping the voice didn't hold grudges at being cheated. They'd let anybody work at this school.

*DEATH grins, a countence that, given he had no musculature, was quite normal. Placing a bony hand on his shoulder, causing a very intense chill, DEATH sets his scythe aside and removes his new book on theraputic dance.*

"Death, I'll try anything once. I have no idea what a chi is, but sure, can't hurt, right?"

*DEATH stands, setting his scythe to the side. If Han could see DEATH, he'd notice the split-soled jazz shoes. This likely does not bode well. He begins to read from the book.*

Han stands up, getting used to the lower center of gravity.

She spreads her fingers, turns her palms forward and breathes deep, really feeling all the body changes for the first time.

*DEATH seems vaugely pleased. He continues to read.*

*DEATH pauses to reread that last line, speaking almost to himself.*

Han starts looking skeptical. Was the disembodied voice telling her to dance?

She shakes her wrists, not feeling any of this "chi" stuff, but doesn't move any more than that.

[[ooc: Smiles! jazz hands! player did a lot of musical theater]]

*DEATH, noting the lack of enthusiasm, fears that, perhaps, the patient is unclear on what exactly the purpose of the exercise is. Walking behind Han, DEATH places one hand on Han's hip and another on one of her wrists. Using what he knows about human movements, he tries to push Han's hips into swaying sexily, and then, relying on his recent studies into Fosee style, moves the other arm into a fluid crawl of sorts.*

Han fliches out of the cold hands. "That's a little personal." She hops back on the table. "If it's all the same, I think I'll just wait and let my boyfriend help me out with the dancing part."

"I'm just sayin' I think my sweetheart will do a better job of making me comfortable than somebody i can't even see."

Han's accent has slid decidedly downport, a sure sign of agitation.

"Thanks for the try, Death."

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