Open RP in the Medical Wing
(OOC: Unpopcorned, with a new account and new mun. I have no idea what kind of interaction the previous mun had with anybody, so bear with me!)
Returning to Princeton-Plainsboro for a while had, despite his best efforts, been ultimately quite irritating. Yes, he had been able to pester Wilson into buying him lunches, and mock the Australian for putting the Queen on his dollar, but it also came with things like more clinic duty (and having to treat a guy with a parasitic twin. That was just gross.). At least he'd been able to set up a regular shipment of vicodin to Hogwarts. House had told Cuddy that he'd gone away to get therapy for his bum leg - and she, eager to let it happen in the offchance that it might make him vaguely bearable to be around, had let him. He'd had a good laugh at that; after the failed ketamine treatment, House knew therapy wasn't going to work.
The Medical Wing wasn't too hard to find, and House had fun on the way with a sharpie drawing mustaches onto the suits of armor. He'd tried doing the same to a portrait, but it had called him 'Limpy' and ran away. Apparently the woman who ran the Medical Wing, Agnes, was a real tough lady, and House knew his typical brand of apathy and snark wouldn't work on her when he requested work. Maybe sincerity would do it. He could do sincere. Hopefully. All this walking was hell on his leg, at present his oh-so-sincere smile was more likely to come out a pained grimace.
House pushed the door open and took a few steps inside, tapping the door a few times with his cane in lieu of knocking. "Honey, I'm home!" He called. "I accidentally left the kids at the market, but that doesn't matter, right?"
Returning to Princeton-Plainsboro for a while had, despite his best efforts, been ultimately quite irritating. Yes, he had been able to pester Wilson into buying him lunches, and mock the Australian for putting the Queen on his dollar, but it also came with things like more clinic duty (and having to treat a guy with a parasitic twin. That was just gross.). At least he'd been able to set up a regular shipment of vicodin to Hogwarts. House had told Cuddy that he'd gone away to get therapy for his bum leg - and she, eager to let it happen in the offchance that it might make him vaguely bearable to be around, had let him. He'd had a good laugh at that; after the failed ketamine treatment, House knew therapy wasn't going to work.
The Medical Wing wasn't too hard to find, and House had fun on the way with a sharpie drawing mustaches onto the suits of armor. He'd tried doing the same to a portrait, but it had called him 'Limpy' and ran away. Apparently the woman who ran the Medical Wing, Agnes, was a real tough lady, and House knew his typical brand of apathy and snark wouldn't work on her when he requested work. Maybe sincerity would do it. He could do sincere. Hopefully. All this walking was hell on his leg, at present his oh-so-sincere smile was more likely to come out a pained grimace.
House pushed the door open and took a few steps inside, tapping the door a few times with his cane in lieu of knocking. "Honey, I'm home!" He called. "I accidentally left the kids at the market, but that doesn't matter, right?"