CLOSED & INCOMPLETE;

[iwaspromisedtea]

Characters: iwaspromisedtea & house_1_god_0

Setting/Location: The Clinic!

Date & Time: Day 9 .... midday?

Warnings: RATED R. only not rly. Just be warned for grouchiness idk.

Summary: The Doctor's good at making mental maps. So naturally, he's stumbling into wherever he can find. Hello, medical office!

Comments

[house_1_god_0]

[House spends his free time in the clinic. Frankly, to anyone that knows him, it's the last place that they would expect to find them, so it's perfect. With all the other doctor types gone, this is both fortunate and awful. On the fortunate side, it means he can waste medical supplies to make elaborate constructions (if only he had his Matchbox car). On the unfortunate side, it means he might actually have to treat people. Stupid people. Ew.

When there's a knock on the door, House is standing on a stool, using some tubing to create the last bit of his Matchbox track. Yeah, he'll make his own car soon.]

Little busy in here. Important doctor-ly things.

[iwaspromisedtea]

[ He's opening the door a bit, he can't help it. Curiosity and the cat and all that. ]

Sorry. Is this the medical office?

[house_1_god_0]

[Sarcastically, of course. And with some tubing in his mouth] No, it's my personal race track.

[iwaspromisedtea]

[ Don't mind him. He'll just be walking in. ]

You've got a race track -- oh. Like a miniature one! Why've you got this in here?