open RP for Slytherins: Common room redecoration!

[sbisawesome]

Strong Bad had owled the Slytherin prefects more than once. He was sick and tired of hearing about how the Ravenclaw bar was such a happening place. In Free Country USA, you didn't need anything fancy like a bar, or Feegles, or whatever those Ravenclaws had going on over there. A good sturdy Stick was gathering place enough

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[ugly_imp]

Naturally, the presence of a habitually cranky man with a cane was bound to attract Tyrion's attention, as he was a habitually cranky, rather deformed dwarf. So he couldn't help interjecting a comment.

"Where is the fun in watching people have seizures?" he inquired dryly. "Someone would have to remove them after a while, since people having fits tend to disturb the local ambiance, at least in my experience."

[canes_can_kill]

"It's fun for the first minute or so, and after that I always have an excuse not to help with taking them away," House hefted his cane slightly, smirking. "And then there's the by-product of flailing limbs; bruises everywhere!" He considered the tiny man standing in front of him, raising an interested eyebrow. "Do you have Dwarfism or are you not human?"

[ugly_imp]

"Well, I was called the Imp back home," Tyrion remarked caustically, meeting the man with the cane's intent stare with one of his own. "But my parents were human. Clearly, you can see that I got the looks in the family." He sketched a more than slightly mocking bow. "Tyrion Lannister, the imp of Casterly Rock at your service. Who do I have pleasure of addressing?"

[canes_can_kill]

A tiny, sarcastic man. Awesome. A grin, deeply pleased, spread across House's face. "Greg House, one of the redundant doctors around here; only I prove to be yet more redundant as I'm a Diagnostician." He returned the mocking bow with a slight nod. "If we ever get really bored, we could form a band," he feigned sincerity. "We could call it... Dissatisfied and Disable. The Cranky Cripples. Damn, what's a word that implies a deep annoyance with everything in general that starts with 'I'?"

[ugly_imp]

Tyrion definitely liked this guy. "Well, at least you're self-aware enough to realize that there are far too many doctors here," he remarked. "At least one never need worry about getting well if one takes ill."

At the band suggestion his grin widened. "That would be amusing... if only to ourselves," he asserted. "Especially as my singing frightens small children. Then again, I am led to believe that this world's music is much better than my own, if only because the singers do not seem to actually be present where I might be tempted to rip their tongues out with my bare hands."

[canes_can_kill]

House considered this. "You're right, some of them do seem to inspire a sense of... the need of violence. Doing so does go against my ethics as a doctor." He paused, and rolled his eyes in an amused manner. "Not that I ever paid attention to the ethics anyway. Hell, ripping their tongues out would probably be doing the world a service, stopping their incessant yowling about love and happiness or whatever those thong-clad pop-stars sing about these days."

[ugly_imp]

"Oh I can ignore that claptrap," Tyrion said easily. "But the singers where I come from tended to find it amusing to mock and spread slander about younger sons of noble lords. Which, sadly, includes me. And the songs would have been entertaining if they'd been the slightest bit humorous."

[canes_can_kill]

House quirked a grin. "I suppose you mean if they'd been smart and witty... what did they say? 'He's a doodie-head and we don't like him!', and other such remarkably boring and immature comments?"

[ugly_imp]

Tyrion wasn't familliar with the slang, but House had the gist of it. He nodded. "Mostly, yes... Although I can't forget all the people the singers back home think I've killed."