forget your troubles, come on, get happy

[stateofatrophy]

Who: House and YOU
What: Arriving at the castle
When: Today!
Where: The clinic first and later wandering the castle. In your tag, let me know where we're at!
Notes: Actionspam welcome if you prefer

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Lobby

[modernholmes]

Conan had been sitting in the corner of the lobby in his favorite chair. Not because it was comfortable. But because it afforded him a view of everyone walking through the lobby without exposing his back to anyone.

He sits there observing the crowd passing through the lobby even as he applies his thoughts to the recent changes in the situation. But to anyone watching, he is nothing more than a small boy sitting in a chair too big for him with an expression in unchild-like seriousness on his face.

When the man with the limp enters the room he blinks and sits up slightly in interest. That was not a face he recognized. Another new arrival?

[stateofatrophy]

House had been cataloguing what he saw as he walked. So far, he wanted to find whoever designed the place and hang them up by their ankles. This mix-and-match thing from different eras was doing terrible things to his aesthetes. Leaning heavily on his cane while he glanced up the ceiling, he noticed Conan's movement out of the corner of his eye.

Wonderful. There were children here. His mind was a cruel, cruel place to torment him with children on top of continued leg pain. There was not enough Vicodin in the world. Speaking of Vicodin, he pulled the bottle from his pocket. Just three left. At the rate his day was going, he expected to end up with sugar pills if he just "wished" for them.

[modernholmes]

The boy slides onto the floor and approaches the man, all wide eyes and purposefully childish movements.

"Ne ne! Did you just arrive here recently? I don't think I've seen you around before."

[stateofatrophy]

Wonderful. The kid. At least children are preferable to adults most of the time.

"That's because you haven't. Won't your parents scold you for talking to a stranger?"

[modernholmes]

"The people who take care of me aren't here. You could say that everyone in this castle is a stranger."

Conan had lost count how many times someone had said that to him.

[stateofatrophy]

"Right, right. We've all been kidnapped. How could I have forgotten? Don't you an older brother figure around?" Andif you do, why are you not bothering him?

[modernholmes]

"No, not here." Ha. Ha. Like he needed an older brother figure. Besides the two people he usually assigned that role to for the sake of investigations were out of the question here.

[stateofatrophy]

Of course. Because life hates House. "More's the pity. You know the layout of this place?"

[modernholmes]

"Of course." He had been in this place for nearly five months, after all.