fandom_clinic | Wednesday February 1, 2006

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Wednesday February 1, 2006

He opens the clinic around 10 am, puts a pot of hazelnut coffee on to brew, and a soft jazz CD on the stereo system.

He fishes a red lolly pop out of the desk drawer, then commences to going throug the drawers. There's not much, really. He's made sure of that with his periodic and impulsive cleaning sprees. He found the box of pens Wilson had ordered long ago, that he'd retrieved out of the trash after one of his fits of total destruction. He sighed and stashed the flimsy plastic container in his shoulder bag.

There wasn't much else worth keeping, but he put what little there was in a small box. The desk in he office was much the same, and the box he'd filled was light enough that he could manage it back to his apartment. He set to work on reorganising the filing cabinent in the office, because it was something to do to pass the time.

Doctor is in and available, though on SP until after 3pm est. Assistants were welcome to pick up a thread. Come bleed, steal coffee, or say goodbye. Friday will be Dr House's last day in the clinic

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Making good on his promise to help House move, Geoff walks into the clinic just a little while after it opens.

"Morning, Dr. House. I understand there's someone here needs help moving a few things."

House greets Geoff with a wide grin. A grin that says he's very happy to see the man.

"I packed up most of the apartment last night." Which implies he didn't get much sleep, but that's not uncommon for him. "Plenty of boxes just sitting there."

"Yeah? You should get somebody to help you with those." Geoff asks, returning the grin. He hops up to sit on the edge of the desk and looks around.

"Last time I was here, I was unconscious. This is a definite improvement."

"I don't remember you ever being here. But if I didn't treat you, I probably didn't pay much attention. I hope it wasn't anything serious." Not that it mattered now. But still.

House stands pressed up against Geoff's knees. He's not going to do more than kiss him in the waiting, but he can't resist that much.

Geoff kind of likes this sort of greeting, and he hooks his fingers through House's beltloops. "Got the shite beat out of me, actually. Didn't break anything though. Cracked ribs was the worst of it. And the interminably boring three days in bed afterwards. But you weren't here -- Dr. Wilson treated me. I don't think I was a very good patient, either."

He recounts all of this in a cheerful tone, as if getting the shite beat out of him is something he's used to.

Which, really, it sort of is.

"Good. I mean, I hope you kept him on his toes. he needs that, every once in a while." House steps back and toward the apartment. "It's been slow this morning, so if you want to get started, I'll be more than happy to supervise."

[[ooc: This bit is preplayed between

gotcanewillpoke and Pippi

Classes done?
Check.

Homework done?
Check.

Sea chest delivered from Pappa and secured in dorm room?
Check.

Terrorise small town by tearing around on a motorcycle?
In progress...

Pippi flounces into the clinic as the door clatters shut behind her.

She's wearing a big leather coat; it's not a biker jacket, but it'll do.

"Greg! I'm ready to start our biker gang if you are!

He grins at her from his place at the desk. "Just let me get Cash in the apartment." He stands and whistles for Cash to follow him. "I love the coat, by the way." He reaches into the office to grab his jacket, which is a bonafide biker jacket.

"You sure you're up for it?" He gives her an impish grin.

Pippi rested her fists on her hips and pretended to be angry.

"Wadda ya mean, 'Am I sure I'm up for it?' I'll have you know that I am quite accustomed to things which go fast... Why I've been to the top of Mout Killamanjaro and sledded all the way down onna bed."

She smiled, "We are gonna go fast huh?"

"Unfortunately I can't go too fast in town. Need a wide open road for that." He shrugged. "But we'll make do with what we've got, yeah." He led her outside, and around to the front of his apartment where he bike sat in waiting.

It was a beautiful bike, if he did say so himself. He handed her his cane and pulled on his pant leg to get his right leg up high enough to swing it over and across the seat. Taking back the cane, he secured it at the side of the bike.

"Hop on, Pipsqueak."

"Okay Housqueak!"

Pippi hopped onto the back of the bike and put her arms around House's waist. She tried not to hold on to tight so she wouldn't hurt him.

He laughed as she climbed onto the bike. He looked over his shoulder at her, grinning, and took off. He couldn't go too fast, but he could get up a good speed, zipping through the streets of Fandom.

It felt good, the freedom of the bike helped clear his head. Having Pippi with him was nice too, though it reminded him he was going to miss a few people when he left. he was not looking forward to telling her about his resignation form the clinic.

"Anywhere special you want to go?"

"Yeeee Haw!" she yelled out.

"Can we eide by the ocean?"

"One ocean coming up." House grinned and revved the engine, and headed toward the water. (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/)

Parker came by late in the afternoon, and scrutinized House when he finally deigned to notice her. "So, you're leaving."

He lookd up and the sight of her made him want a red lolly pop.

"Yes. It's, yeah. I made the decision two days ago."

She crossed her arms, and studied him a second. "Is it because of Dr. Wilson? Because that would be stupid. None of my business, but stupid."

He fished two red lolly pops out of the drawer. he lay one on the desk in front of him, and tore into the second one. He picked up the other and tentatively handed it to her.

"No. My decisoin has nothing to do with Dr Wilson. In fact, I haven't even told him."

Parker took it, trying to hide her surprise, and said, "Oh. Well, that's-- good?" She opened the wrapper, and gave the lollipop a lick. "Today's my hundreth day without cigarettes. In case you were wondering."

"Parker, that's excellent. I'm proud of you." He flashed a genuine smile. "That's really impressive. How are you doing? Your classes good this term?"

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Susan came in and got ready for Pip's appointment.

Pip came in, his arm in a sling.

[[OOC: Late because the mun is a moron and forgot. Slowplay?]]

"Are you sure you're up to this, Pip?" Susan asked with concern when she saw him. "We can certainly do this tomorrow."

_{[sp okay, but tomorrow okay too]}

Pip nodded. "Sure," he said. "Doesn't really hurt that much as long as I don't use it."

_{[[SP not neccessary, actuallly. Continue on.]]}

"Come back to the office, then." Susan carefully shut the door. "I'm sorry to say I haven't had a chance to talk to Professor Dream. Did you keep the dream diary anyway?"

Pip sat down at the couch. "Yes. I haven't been as... consistent about it as I probably should have, but I have been trying to keep it."

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