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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[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

Robinton smiles sympathetically at the confused expression and sets his harp on the bar.

"Hello, young man. Can I help you?"

[wilsons-musings.livejournal.com]

Wilson hadn't returned to their world ever since he had come to check up on House. After all, he really didn't want to face Julie right now. He's rather stay here and let House guilt trip him, as long as the man provided good company.

So it was a bit of a surprise to see Chase. He had to remind himself that this wasn't the hospital, so this wasn't a normal occurence. And since House hadn't mentioned anything, he was fairly sure that Chase was new here.

"Chase?" He asked in a surprised voice, blinking.