It seems that several people are game for bar night. House votes this an excellent idea, Friday or not, and volunteers Giles to drive, if he can remember which side of the road to stay on.

Someone has to supervise all visits. Well, technically, that someone could be a guard, or an orderly, or any of the semiadminstrative minions of Arkham Asylum, but maybe this visit needs special attention ( Read more... )

For all that buildup, this giant mythical reputation she's built up, Mrs. Fitz... what is it, now...? well, her party really doesn't seem that bad. Sure, her home is a little Rococo. And pink. And there's that dog. And the hostess herself, flitting about and trying to talk up every seemingly-available male in the place ( Read more... )

House is looking into changing the security contractor for Arkham. The current crop... don't really seem all that effective. Although he does like most of the measures that his predecessor set up. It's just the staff ( Read more... )

It had taken months. Months of research, source gathering and cross referencing. On several occasions, Giles nearly gave up, and prepared to resign himself to what appeared to be his fate.

But then, one June morning, he found it.

He found a cafe that served a proper cup of tea.

They even had scones with cream. Real clotted cream.

Giles had been ( Read more... )

His office in Gotham General is empty. The bouncy ball and his Alienware laptop are both in backpack, along with a few dozen discs. Things he knows not to leave on his computer there.

He's already making mental notes as he walks through the front doors of Arkham. That camera should be pointed that way. The elevator needs cleaned in the worst way. ( Read more... )

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

Someone's throwing a rubber ball against a door. That's not annoying, is it?

"Hey, new guy. Need you for a consult. You don't have family in town, do you?"

Eddie does have clothes that aren't green. He doesn't like to wear them, but he knows why they're important. When you go for an iconic appearance, breaking out of that is pretty effective. So is a change in demeanor. Some quiet, nervous-looking twenty-something in a boring, business-casual outfit, heading for a staff entrance to the hospital ( Read more... )

Boy Lecter woke up last night. Get down there and make him shut up so the numbskulls stop paging me.

( Pickman: You know what word I like?::John: Pandemonium. Just a guess. )