[If anyone happens by the library, they'll see a House. Cane propped against the table and about four or five notebooks scattered everywhere. Notes upon notes are scribbled in each of them. Some about the cure. Some about the whorls. Passengers who had the whorls. Possible theories. All kinds of shit ( Read more... )

Attention idiots and morons of the Elegante:

My name is Doctor Gregory House and since you can't seem to go a week without injuring yourself and some of you fear your robot overlord doctor, part of deck 17 has been turned into a medical center. Well, sort of. Apparently I'm the only real doctor around here. Well aside from that Bones guy. But ( Read more... )

If you were hurt by the wolf get yourself to deck 17.

[...]

I need volunteers to run a few errands. Get to deck 17, Stat. Doctors say that, right? Find me and I'll let you know what I need. I'm easy to spot, I'll be the guy with the cane.

[OOC: House has decided to turn a portion of the Bohemian deck into a makeshift medical center. If your ( Read more... )

[The comm clicks on without much fanfare. It's in his mouth while he's getting the door open. There's a click as the door closes and House hobbles down the hall.]

Last time I checked, Princeton-Plainsboro wasn't a boat in the middle of the ocean. So either this is a really good prank or a really bad hallucination. [Hm...] This is the last time I ( Read more... )