Enter a short, pudgy, grumpy-looking woman. She looks about ready to kill something, as she's just woken up with a hangover and found herself here -- wherever here is. She drops the bottle that she's holding onto the floor (where it shatters and reveals that it was quite empty before its untimely death). With a glare that could melt diamonds, she ( Read more... )

House put up a sign in the lobby that read as follows:

DUCKLINGS:
New case, stand by for a short meeting.
-- Da Boss

House himself is sitting nearby, flipping through a German-English dictionary.

Typist: Open to The Ducklings, Wilson, Cuddy, Rose, and Jackie, mostly.

After his shift, James Wilson (Boy Wonder Oncologist) heads for home. Or at least the hotel he's been calling home for quite some time now. The thought that he should maybe consider looking into an apartment, which, while not quite as convenient, would certainly be cheaper in the long run is really quite rudely interrupted by the realization that ( Read more... )

And in enters one pretty brown-haired doctor. And looks around, a bit perplexed, as this is totally not the hospital. And she was rather expecting it to be.

She looks around a bit warily. "Hello?"

[[Dr. Allison Cameron of House fame. New typist, hurrah. Wiping whatever happened before because... well, I was totally not paying attention then ( Read more... )

Connor had been doing some exploring and wound up in the kitchen. It seemed as good a place as any to hang out, and besides -- he needed coffee. He put the pot on, sat at the table, lit a cigarette, and waited.

Typist: Bored Connor. Come say hi!

And as the black man in the lab coat walks into Cuddy's office to ask some mundane question of procedure, he is not, in fact, in Cuddy's office. He is in a strange hotel.

He looks around, highly befuddled, nose wrinkled. "Um... hello? Dr. Cuddy? Anyone?"

Typist: Previous!Foreman hath not been around for a while. If his writer should like to ( Read more... )

Gregory House was bored. Really. Amazingly. Mind-numbingly. Bored. At least this place had cable so he could watch his soaps.

So that was where he was now -- stretched out on a couch in the lobby, watching General Hospital. Waiting for something -- anything -- a plague, perhaps -- to happen.

Typist: Really really bored House. Really. Come bug

*Enter a man in a lab coat, looking mildly perplexed. He has no idea where he is, or how he got here, but at least it doesn't look like the worst place to be lost. Oceanfront hotel, huh? Then this isn't Princeton. That could be a problem ( Read more... )

House started scribbling on his whiteboard.

GROWTHS IN LUNGS
POSSIBLE PSYCHOSIS
CHEST RATTLES WHEN HE BREATHES
COUGH
UNKNOWN BLOODTYPE

He tapped the marker against his chin, waiting for the rest of his team to show up.

OOC: Open to all House puppets. Chase, Cameron, Wilson -- hell, if Cuddy wants to come say hi, feel free XD

A good looking blond man, dressed in a suit and lab coat wanders in. He looks around, rather confused.

"Er... hello?"

Typist: I fail at intros, shush. Yes, this is Chase from House. Have at him. I blame People. They know who they are.