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Location: Common Room.
Time: Afternoon
Characters: Gregory House, anyone else welcome.
Rating: ...none yet?
He sat, the cane against his thigh, and contemplated the plateau before him.
The shuffling bodies of men and women of all races, creeds, and nationality. Death was the true melting pot -- everybody died, after all. Not everybody lived, though, and this place was the sterile, unpleasant truth of it.
Idly wondering if this was the makeup test version of life -- he hadn't failed, but he hadn't passed, either, that test he had once abhored the thought of -- and found the ruminations gave him no comfort.
So instead, he reached out; his hand found the checkerboard on the end table next to him and he moved a piece, before he went back to his people watching, blue eyes dispassionate.
Time: Afternoon
Characters: Gregory House, anyone else welcome.
Rating: ...none yet?
He sat, the cane against his thigh, and contemplated the plateau before him.
The shuffling bodies of men and women of all races, creeds, and nationality. Death was the true melting pot -- everybody died, after all. Not everybody lived, though, and this place was the sterile, unpleasant truth of it.
Idly wondering if this was the makeup test version of life -- he hadn't failed, but he hadn't passed, either, that test he had once abhored the thought of -- and found the ruminations gave him no comfort.
So instead, he reached out; his hand found the checkerboard on the end table next to him and he moved a piece, before he went back to his people watching, blue eyes dispassionate.