It was one of those mornings, where he woke up, edgy and restless probably as a result of the nightmare from the previous evening. Whatever the cause, Wilson hit the floor already wound up and going at 150 ( Read more... )

He'd slept in, because it just felt good to sleep. He rolled out of bed around 10, let Cash out in the courtyard while he showered and took his meds with toast. The puppy was more than ready to come in, and House took a few minutes to play with him before heading into the clinic ( Read more... )

Saturday had been a good day for him. He hadn't managed to get to the book shop, which was good. He didn't want to see Aziraphale yet. Soon. But not yet.

By noon Sunday morning, he was in the clinic, playing The Beatles instead of Johnny Cash. Cash the puppy was asleep under the desk. The doors were open, coffee brewed in the pot.

The doctor ( Read more... )

House was whistling a happy tune as he took Cash into the clinic. The dog stained and pulled on his leash, wanting to investegate the new sights and smells. House kept him close to his left side, reinforcing the training suggestions he'd read in the book he'd gotten at Phale's shop. House didn't turn the on-call light off right away, though there ( Read more... )

*DEATH is sitting at the front desk, with his rubber duck keeping watch on the door. It seems to quack excitedly every time anyone walks in the door. He is reading a book on dance and directed and wearing a pair of shiney white gloves that make a very impressive jazz hand.*

DEATH is in. Bleed or play here.

*DEATH and Binky are sitting at the reception desk with a deck of cards laid out into what appears to be a game of Solitaire. Periodically, Binky nudges DEATH on the shoulder, nickering softly.*

I DO NOT THINK I AM NECESSARILY SUITED TO THIS GAME.

*Binky snorts in response.*

DEATH is in. And needs some activity. Go injure yourselves, or bring ( Read more... )

*DEATH, taking Binky for a ride through the school halls, notices that the On Call light is still on. Riding through the clinic door, he switches the light off and sets Binky up with some oats in the waiting room. Unperterbed by his truncated after-class ride, DEATH begins braiding Binky's hair with red and green ribbon ( Read more... )

*DEATH is sitting behind the desk at the clinic, wearing his most festive holiday outfit, complete with christmas tree hat. He appears to be doing something with construction paper and glitter.

After a few moments, he holds up what appears to be a poorly mangled, if glittery, square of paper.*

SNOWFLAKES ARE SUPPOSED TO BE UNIQUE.

DEATH is in. ( Read more... )

*DEATH is still sitting at the desk as the evening wears on, reading his books and scribbling his notes. Perodically he experiments with various jazz hands techniques. He is beginning to wonder where the Rat had gotten himself too. He certainly had something to learn about efficiency, though, truthfully, he wasn't terribly bad. For a skeletal rat ( Read more... )

*DEATH, returning from the park, makes his way back to the clinic. He not only has his theraputic dance manual, but what appears to be a book on Earth agriculture and holiday traditions. He is flipping through it thoughtfully and then writing things down on paper ( Read more... )