First Entry!

[useslatin.livejournal.com]

House heads to his office and opens the door.  The office, from the outside, has glass walls.  It does not show what through the door shows.  He leans his head into the door, notes what he sees, leans back and looks through the glass, notes what he sees, before popping a few more pills and limping through the door.

Perhaps he needs to cut back on the medication.

Perhaps someone should tell him where he is?


Open until he gets a new one!

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[numbered_doctor]

Thirteen probably will once she's spotted him, and has gotten over her panic of House finding his way here. For now though, she's engrossed in an issue of Henchbabes Monthly*, her feet propped up on the table while she tilts back in her chair.

*She's only reading it for the articles, she swears.

[useslatin.livejournal.com]

Oh, poor, unfortunate Thirteen. He might not be quick, but he can be stealthy, and has very sharp eyes.

He limps over to her, and can't resist the urge to use the end of his cane to gently nudge the chair off balance.

He may even catch the magazine, if she throws it, as she tips over.

[numbered_doctor]

Said magazine depicts an incredibly busty redhead on the cover, but unfortunately it gets dropped to her lap as Thirteen lets out an undignified squeak, her arms windmilling as she fights to regain balance.

"Hey wha-House!"

[useslatin.livejournal.com]

Oh, as good looking as this red-head is, the current flailing of his fellow is enough to keep him entertained as he eases himself into the seat across from her.

"Hello Thirty-One," he says, smiling brightly to her windmilling figure. "I would have thought they'd teach you in grade school to keep all the legs of your chair on the floor."

[numbered_doctor]

For a moment her mouth just works soundlessly as her brain scrambles to piece together this information.

House...is in Milliways. Her retreat from him and the craziness of work...the place that cured her.





Fuck.

[gotaheadstart.livejournal.com]

If Cuddy were on the other side of House's door, back in his real office, she probably wouldn't be oblivious to his presence yet, would she?

She's having some coffee and going over a few files in a booth off to one side, absently toying with the pearls around her neck.

She hasn't seen House yet.

[useslatin.livejournal.com]

Oh, but he sees her alright. In his ambling way, he makes it over to his boss,and chuckles.

"I wasn't expecting a bar in my office, but so long as you're here, mind table dancing for me?"

[gotaheadstart.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," she mutters, under her breath but still clearly audible.

"I'm surprised it took you so long to find this place. There goes my retreat of peace and quiet."

[useslatin.livejournal.com]

He glances around. "Quiet? I can barely hear my ego over all this noise."

At any rate, he sits carefully across from her.

He glances at the paperwork in front of her, and up to her necklace and chest. He lets his eyes linger, purposefully.

[gotaheadstart.livejournal.com]

"Hey."

She snaps her fingers once, in the air between them.

"Eyes up here."

[coreenfennel.livejournal.com]

Coreen is sitting, drawing on her art tablet. It's probably this week's comic strip as the man with the cane enters the bar.

She looks up and smiles a little.

"Hi," she says. "New?"

[useslatin.livejournal.com]

He looks at the young woman with an appraising glance.

"Is there some sort of hallucination welcome committee, and you got picked to welcome the new folks?"

[coreenfennel.livejournal.com]

She chuckles, "Something like that. I'm Coreen; come have a sit and a drink. First one's on the house."

She looks inviting and friendly. Won't bite, we swear!

[useslatin.livejournal.com]

He moves over to where she's sitting, and takes a seat. "First one's on the house. I like the sound of that."

He looks around for anyone in a serving capacity.

"So, is it a serve-your-self sort of deal or am I right in thinking those rats are waiters?"

[numbered_doctor]

With Joe still in hibernation, Thirteen takes it upon herself to save her friend from her boss's clutches. Striding up purposefully, she lays a hand on Coreen's shoulder, her body language screaming possessiveness as she hands her a soda.

"Here you are Cor, sorry that took a while."

[7twistedwishes]

Businesswoman, very serious: The Devil has a skirtsuit, a laptop and a number of thick file folders.

House's entrance makes her look up, and the sight of an unfamiliar person makes her smile a bit: an excuse to leave paperwork for later is always good. "Hello. First time?"

[useslatin.livejournal.com]

He's used to very serious business women in skirt suits. Stacy and Cuddy both come to mind.

"In here? Yeah, I think so. But not to a lot of things."

[7twistedwishes]

"I would be very glad for some company, and explaining this little corner of structured madness would give me a nice excuse to delay the paperwork." Folders are piled and the computer moved away. "Have a seat?"

[useslatin.livejournal.com]

He nods and uses the can to walk slowly to her table and sits down across from her. "Nice looking welcoming committee."

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, I like to welcome people here. It is the best way to get to know new people." She offers a slender hand to the man. "I am The Devil."

[diehard_daniel]

A balled up piece of paper may or may not hit him. It was launched by a scruffy academic pissed at his work, and his lack of door.

[useslatin.livejournal.com]

Impact to the forehead.

"Hey!" he yells. "You should know better than to throw things at cripples!"

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel looked up, "Sorry about that, was aiming for my missing door."


He didn't mean to hit anyone, just show his distaste at being bound here.

[useslatin.livejournal.com]

He walks forward a little, "Your door's missing? How does that work?"

[diehard_daniel]

"You're new here aren't you?" asked Daniel.