House really was beginning to loathe his work at the clinic. It was no longer diagnostics, it was just... magic ruined the medical profession.

He was honestly considering going back to New Jersey.

He sat at the front desk, looking at 4chan and writing scathing anonymous comments.

[ooc: Wait for OCD Open!]

House seemed a little restless as he sat at the front desk today.

With absolutely no symptoms to go on, he'd had to make the worst diagnosis ever on Isabel.

Anyone checking her chart, now, would find her condition listed as "Stupid Magic".

[ooc: Wait for OCD Open, beeeyotch!]

House sat at the front desk, valiantly conquering fleets of alien spaceships...

...on his PSP.

[ooc: OCD coming, hold up Clinic is Open!]

House sat at the clinic front desk. If you thought he was doing paperwork, you'd be wrong. He was actually... altering someone else's paperwork.

Perhaps trying to get a plasma TV installed in the front room. With satellite TV service.

Sneaky House.

[ooc: Open. No OCD, since no medical emergencies anticipated.]

House opened up the clinic, feeling smug and satisfied.

For what reasons, you probably don't want to know.

[ooc: OCD-less, because I'm really only expecting one person to ping. But open, too.]

Cuddy was sitting at the front desk. She was expecting to interview a potential new doctor today. The clinic could always use more doctors, so she hoped this one was good enough.

[ooc: expecting Milieux's newest doctor, but it's open to anyone. No ocd!]

House had a basket on the front desk today, filled with condoms.

There was a big sign, too.

"For the Love of All that is Good, Don't Reproduce!"

Otherwise, he was there to help.

[ooc: Minimal OCD coming up. Open.]

House pulled his clinic shift today. He sat at the front desk, playing some weird game on his iPod where you turned your songs into soldiers.

What? At least he wasn't watching or reading adult-oriented materials!

[ooc: OCD coming. Open like Sesame.]

House sat at the front desk, though he looked a little haggard.

Probably hadn't gotten much sleep.

Alas, not for fun reasons. He was grumptastic; if you pushed him, he would probably bite.

[ooc: OCD coming Open now, y'all.]

The last time Cuddy was conscious at all, she thought she and Savannah were about to be poisoned. Whoever held them captive was messing with their heads, though. They had woken up in the woods later on, very much alive. Savannah was understandably weak from the ordeal, but Cuddy had gotten her to the clinic safely ( Read more... )