[Opening Post]
Location: Town Hall
Characters: Any and All
Closed or Open: Open
Complete/Incomplete: Incomplete
Summary: House needs to file his tax and town forms. Why do people keep talking to him in line? Don't they know he has a cane and knows how to use it?
House was not happy. Of course, "House is never happy. House enjoys his misery” (Make sure to recite that in a singsong rhythm.) Today, House was EXTREMELY unhappy. After a fantastic morning romp, he put Wilson on a plane to Montreal for some medical conference at McGill. Wilson would not let him accompany, something about not wanting distractions. Pfft... People actually believed Wilson was the *nice* one.
Wilson left House a list entitled "Accomplish These Or No Sex.” A smart threat, but an empty threat: Jimmy Boy loved sex; he couldn't last more than a week without it. House crumpled up the list. He didn't do dishes and he didn't do lists.
Then the cabbie dropped him in front of Town Hall. Crafty Wilson paid him off; paid him to push House out of the taxi too. Before House knew it, the transportation left; there he stood, in front of Town Hall. He took out his crumpled list.
Fine, Wilson. He could... try. House turned on his IPod and limped into the Registrars Department.
Characters: Any and All
Closed or Open: Open
Complete/Incomplete: Incomplete
Summary: House needs to file his tax and town forms. Why do people keep talking to him in line? Don't they know he has a cane and knows how to use it?
House was not happy. Of course, "House is never happy. House enjoys his misery” (Make sure to recite that in a singsong rhythm.) Today, House was EXTREMELY unhappy. After a fantastic morning romp, he put Wilson on a plane to Montreal for some medical conference at McGill. Wilson would not let him accompany, something about not wanting distractions. Pfft... People actually believed Wilson was the *nice* one.
Wilson left House a list entitled "Accomplish These Or No Sex.” A smart threat, but an empty threat: Jimmy Boy loved sex; he couldn't last more than a week without it. House crumpled up the list. He didn't do dishes and he didn't do lists.
Then the cabbie dropped him in front of Town Hall. Crafty Wilson paid him off; paid him to push House out of the taxi too. Before House knew it, the transportation left; there he stood, in front of Town Hall. He took out his crumpled list.
Fine, Wilson. He could... try. House turned on his IPod and limped into the Registrars Department.