Application for Blythe House from House, M.D.

[hidden_house]

Blythe House remembered ushering John onto his train, tuning out his usual complaints about how trains were too slow and how some idiot was going to do some such thing that would surely make him late.  She remembered turning away from the distinctly normal-looking Amtrak train and having the idea to go to the market to buy herself some vegetables

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[canes_can_kill]

House hadn't exactly been in the best of moods lately. The same could be said of much of his life, really, but normally he managed something approaching a decent mood. Unfortunately, the knowledge that his father was hanging around, and the conversation he'd had with a new demonic arrival at Hogwarts made sure that he'd actually just spent the last few days in his room, forgetting to shave.

He'd needed a walk, and it was probably a good thing that he'd stopped by the Sorting Room. His original mission had been to find someone new to antagonize, but the sudden appearance of his mother was... a little surprising. More surprising than his father, even, because his fathers appearance could be put down to karma getting revenge on him for something.

Still, House was pleased to see her. As 'pleased' as he could ever get these days. And the application, automatically replicating itself around the room, had been... interesting. "Flattery will get you nowhere," House smirked slightly, slowly making his way over to Blythe.

[hidden_house]

Blythe managed to smother some of the relief that flooded her at the sudden sight of her son strolling into this room as though he lived here. She got up from the desk and met him halfway, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him as tightly as she could. "Flattery, nothing. What reason, pray tell, would I have to flatter you?"

She pressed her face into his broad chest and felt her smile grow. "I've missed you, young man. You have some explaining to do."

She looked up and chucked him under his chin. "The least of which being why you haven't shaved in at least two days. I mean, surely two days was your limit? At least, I think it was."

[canes_can_kill]

Although he couldn't help tensing a bit at the sudden hug - this castle had made him a bit paranoid, come to think of it - House huffed out a sigh and returned the embrace. It was good to see his mom, it was, but it'd take a while to get used to. Especially because of the fact that it was a given that she'd live here, now. Both his parents under the same roof again. Good lord.

As she chucked him under his chin, House simply smiled wryly, rubbing his chin and stepping back slightly. "Three days, actually." And he knew he should probably shave when he got that white patch growing through on his chin. It was a little annoying. "And my explanation would be... pretty boring, actually."

((Gah, reposted for typos!))

[hidden_house]

(Ah. Stupid typos.)

"Ah, yes," Blythe smiled, pointedly ignoring the white patch Greg's thumb ran over. "Your explanations are always boring. Why don't you take a risk and try to bore me for once? I'm game."

She arranged a pleasant expression on her face and wondered how he'd try to distract her this time.

[mrs_bennet]

"My husband apparently eats fast food when he's out of town." Sandra sighed, and the Pomeranian in her arms (Mr. Muggles, if you're nasty), made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a 'ha-rumph'. Granted, it was Subway, but that was fast food nonetheless. "But I've yet to hear any complaints."

[hidden_house]

Bennet-mun: I...don't actually watch this show so you're going to have to bear with me. *grin*

Blythe smiled and looked up, smiling more widely when she saw the dog the woman carried. "Oh, hello. I didn't know anyone else was here." Then she thought for a bit. "Then again, I'm not entirely sure where here is, but..."

[mrs_bennet]

((That's the beauty of crossover RPG's ;) ))

"Oh, I expect more people will stop by soon. You're at a school, in Scotland, and this is kind of the welcoming room." She smiled. "So, welcome. I'm Sandra."

[hidden_house]

"Oh, it's very nice to meet you." Blythe smiled and shook hands with Sandra. "Blythe House. That's an adorable dog."

Then Sandra's words sunk in and she looked around the room. "This is a school, you say? In Scotland? Oh, dear, I haven't been to Scotland in years. Where exactly are we?"

[semper_fi_house]

John was on his way to to the Owlery when he passed the entrance to the Sorting Room. His time happened to put him there just in time to hear the tail-end of the questions being answered by a very familiar voice. He slowed to a stop, listening intently. It couldn't be. He turned his head and peered into the room, and then took a few steps into it. And there she was: his wife.

He smiled widely and strode across the room briskly.

"Blythe," he called as he neared her. "I'm so happy to see you!"

[hidden_house]

Blythe looked back from the window to see her husband striding toward her in a deeply familiar fashion. She felt two things all of a sudden: overwhelming relief, then anger.

"Forgotten how to use a phone, have you?" she asked quietly, watching with a faint sense of satisfaction as he stopped short and paled. He was always haranguing Greg about not calling, well, now the shoe was on the other foot. "Six days. Six days and not a word from you."

[semper_fi_house]

John's mouth opened. That hadn't been exactly the reunion he'd anticipated. Then he gave a wry, apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, dear. It wasn't my fault! There's no telephones around here, and I had no idea how to get back. No idea how I got here in the first place." He shook his head. "It's a strange, strange place, this..." He looked back at her. "But I sent you an owl. That's, uh, the way people communicate around here. I wasn't sure you'd gotten it..."

He sighed. "I was worried about you too, you know."

[hidden_house]

"An owl?" Blythe felt her face crinkle in confusion. "What on earth are you talking about? You sent me an owl?"

She turned away from John and walked back to the window, gripping the edges of it for a second before turning back to face him.

"It amazes me the faults you can find in everyone else, saying they're just looking for excuses. And then, to have you...how, pray tell, would an owl explain why you were missing for six days, Mr. Punctual? They don't have phones here, you say. Well, besides the owls, what do they have? And, no, I didn't get your explanatory owl!"

She hadn't intended to snap at him, but she couldn't exactly say she was sorry about it. She wasn't after all and the stress of worrying the past few days was starting to get to her.

"Where are we, since obviously you've made yourself at home. You've always been good at that, after all, and expected everyone else to turn around and do the same. Will you be giving me the grand tour?"

[carriesapurse]

Tinky Winky skipped into the Sorting Room. He was splotched all over with dried and crusty remnants of Tubby Custard.

"Eh-oh!!!" he said cheerfully to the woman who was being Sorted.

"One day, in Hogwartstubbyland, so much emo happened," the Narrator griped.

[hidden_house]

((Oh, my snark, Tinky-fucking-Winky. *falls over laughing and wonders how the hell Blythe is going to talk to him* Will they be discussing his coming nuptials?))

Blythe stared at the...purple thing...that had just wandered into the doorway before jumping slightly as a soft-toned narrator complained about something called 'emo' in...'Hogwartstubbyland'?

"I..."

[carriesapurse]

"Ai?" echoed Tinky Winky.

"Ay-yi-yi," the Narrator moaned.

[hidden_house]

Blythe listened to the exasperated tone of the voice above their heads and looked back at the purple creature before throwing caution to the wind and giving it a little wave.

"Er...hello?"

[eastmostdodongo]

"SHOW THIS TO THE OLD WOMAN?," The Old Man asked.

[hidden_house]

Blythe flinched and stared at the old man who had just yelled at her in the rudest fashion.

"Excuse me?" she asked, not at all sure she wanted to know who he was.

[eastmostdodongo]

Little did she know, The Old Man was not trying to be rude, he was simply speaking as he always did.

"PATRA HAS THE MAP," he replied.

[hidden_house]

"Er..." Blythe wanted to ask who Petra was and what he or she had anything to do with her, but...she couldn't figure out how to get the words out.