Entrance Post

[not-british.livejournal.com]

[OOM: In which Dr Robert Chase attempts to burn the midnight oil]

He tugged the door open, head down, eyes to the floor.

Something wasn't right. He pulled his head up, looking around.

He knew his boss liked to drink, but since when did he turn his office into a full service bar? When did he have time?

Chase blinked, trying to clear his mind.

He was hallucinating, that's all.

Riiiiight.

Come, you know you want to break in the newbie. At the very least, laugh at his perplexed expression. Mock his confusion, or ihs accent.

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[not-british.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. That's...I guess that's true." Chase nods. "So, where are you from, anyway?"

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

"A place called Pern."

He shrugs.

"A different world. The last doctor I met was from Earth. Is that your home?"

[not-british.livejournal.com]

"Yes. I'm from...earth." Seems very odd to say that. It doesn't occur to him the doctor could be someone h knows, so he doesn't ask.

And he's starting to have thoughts that don't lend themselves to this being a hallucination, and that...scares him.

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

"What's being a healer on Earth like? The man I met gave me a rather cynical outlook."

He smiles, remembering.

"Strange man."

[not-british.livejournal.com]

"Cynical and strange? Sounds like my bss." CHase says casually. "His name wasn't Greg House, was it?" He asks, thinking that's not even a possibility.

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

"Yes. That was him."

He grins.

"You know him?"

[not-british.livejournal.com]

Chase smacked his forehead. "Yeah. He's...House is my boss. I was in his office, when I suddenly found myself here."

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

"Ouch. I wouldn't like to have him as my Teacher. I imagine he must be exacting."

There are several less polite words he could use.

[not-british.livejournal.com]

"He is...demanding. Exacting is a good word. He's...He's a brilliant doctor. healer. He...knos what he's doing." Chase stops, and takes a sip of his whiskey.

"I'm not sure how I feel about him being here." I can't even escape him in my hallucinations. Or is it a nightmare? Maybe it's crossed the line over to nightmare now.

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's a large place. You may meet up with him, you may not."

He shrugs again.

"If you prefer to separate this from your work, avoiding him will be a simple enough task."

[not-british.livejournal.com]

"Good to know." Chase yawns. It had been a long day. And maybe seeing a familiar face, even if it was House...He shakes his head. "You said there were rooms upstairs?"

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Ask the bar for a key, and she'll provide you with somewhere to sleep. For a reasonable price, which then goes on your tab."

[not-british.livejournal.com]

He'd seen the other man ask for the drinks, which appeared on their own. So he tries it, asking for a key, which prompty appears.

"That's...wild."

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

"Is it? I suppose so."

He smiles.

"The number's written on the key, and the rooms are up those stairs--"

He points in the correct direction.

[not-british.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." Chase nods.

The man reminds him of what a father should be like. Sort of.

"It was...a pleasure mneeting you."

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

"Indeed. We'll meet again, I hope."

He smiles, looking, yes, rather fatherly.

"But I think you need to sleep."

[not-british.livejournal.com]

"I...yes." Chase nods.

"I would like to meet you again. You've been very...Helpful."

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

"I've no doubt you will."

He makes a shooing gesture.

"Go on, then. You look dead on your feet."

[not-british.livejournal.com]

"Thanks again," Chase tips ihs head. "And good night, sir."