If anyone had missed House that day -- which few probably did -- it was because he was outside. Jogging. For the first time since he'd gotten shot, he was jogging. He ran an hour out and back, then dove into the sea -- or ocean, or lake, whatever it was -- and went for a swim. It was only for a week, and he had to suck up to the demon child for ( Read more... )

It was bound to happen eventually.

And so a shadow falls over the hotel.

It's large, very large; for a moment, it fills the sky. Silver, made of metals humanity hasn't discovered yet, this is an O'Neill-class battleship, sleek, streamlined, and nothing if not formidable ( Read more... )

And into the lobby, there would wander an 8-foot-2-inch anthropomorphic Golden Condor.

He blinks a couple of times, looking around. "Heeeey," he muses, in an even and pleasant, though concerned, tone. "This isn't the library."

He turns and looks out the front door. "This isn't Sesame Street at all! I think I got lost."

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Serenity hasn't gone anywhere for a while, and that means the crew're less likely to get into any sort of trouble, which means Simon's medical attention is almost completely unnecessary. Aside from the occasional patch-up, all his attention lately has been focused on his sister and easing her illness. The extra time's a blessing, as is the peace ( Read more... )

Connor heads back into the hotel after spending the night before roaming up and down the beach.  Really, the exploration hadn't done much good.  He found absolutely nothing of interest.  Just beach, beach, beach and more beach.  No signs of any magic.  No signs of any way home.  No signs of anything he'd call out of the ordinary.  Not counting the ( Read more... )

House put up a sign in the lobby that read as follows:

DUCKLINGS:
New case, stand by for a short meeting.
-- Da Boss

House himself is sitting nearby, flipping through a German-English dictionary.

Typist: Open to The Ducklings, Wilson, Cuddy, Rose, and Jackie, mostly.

She strides in with purpose, hands on her hips.

"I'm looking for a Doctor House?"

Balthazar was sprawled in a chair, his languid posture at odds with his well-kept suit. He rolled a coin across his knuckles, a slight smile on his face.

It'd been awhile since he'd come out to play. There was a rash of new people here, just maybe he'd find someone to take the bait.

OOC: Open to anyone and everyone!

It had been a full day -- well, 24 hours and 11 minutes, not that House was counting. A full day (and a bit) since all of House's Vicodin had turned to PEZ. Not that PEZ weren't yummy and delicious, but they sure as hell weren't Vicodin ( Read more... )

Following the events of this post (if you would like a brief summary: Freddy Krueger), Warren Peace is in pretty bad shape, to put things mildly. He staggers into some public area of the hotel, barefoot and dressed only in loose sweatpants, clutching five badly bleeding stab wounds in his stomach. He's also a bit hypothermic. He stumbles and ( Read more... )