Salem Port

[the_house_rules]

Who: House and YOU
When: Saturday
What: Exploring Salem.
Where: Cruising the shops. Looking into costume shops and being an ass, getting booze at Bunghole, and probably poking through the mall.
Warnings: House wants to buy sporting equipment. Beware, barge.
Notes: Multiples welcome!

Comments

If he could see your message to Wilson he'd be even more sure of your gay.

[empirical_data]

I was unable to decide.

People of the 21st century were unable to adequately maneuver motorized transports.

Wilson wears boring khakis, House has to mock that shit.

[the_house_rules]

Maneuver... cars?

Are you alright?

That doesn't help, House.

[empirical_data]

I am, but my arm came loose and it has been necessary for me to reattach it. [He sounds irritated at the stupid driver. Just a touch.]

House could prove he's not gay if women would show interest!

[the_house_rules]

Loose. [The tone is part disbelief, and part amused understanding.]

Your arm... fell off. In 2010. I'll bet that went well.

[thegooddrjones]

Martha had been with Erik for most of the port, but she was giving him some time alone, and of course time to do a fair amount of shopping on her own. She wanted to get the essentials: chocolate, tea, biscuits, and of course the elusive costume. She was heading into one of the fantastic costume shops with a rather large and cheesy grin on her face and carrying an ice mocha latte. It was funny, the things that you missed when you were on the barge. Perhaps she'd ask the Admiral for a decent coffee bar aboard the barge. Thought made her laugh quickly as she reached for the door.

[the_house_rules]

House was just leaving. There was plenty in there, but he didn't know what he wanted to buy and hadn't yet found Wilson, and decided to keep wandering. As he opened the door, he saw Martha, coming in holding coffee.

He paused in the doorway and scowled.

"This is my turf."

[thegooddrjones]

When he scowled at her, Martha rather quickly arched a brow at him. Well, she hadn't expected to see someone she knew, never mind House talking about the place being some sort of implied home turf. However, the fact that they were in the modern world and that they didn't have to shoot guns and didn't find real love potions meant that... well, it meant that not even he could ruin her good mood.

She she just smiled at him quickly. "Well, considering it looks as if you're on your way out then unless you peed on it, I'm going to have to say your turf claim has expired."

[the_house_rules]

House just maintained that scowl like a professional asshole.

"I did one better than pee on it," he said, and looked knowingly at the doorknob Martha's hand was on with a little perverted smirk tugging at his lips.

"You'd best step off before we has'to take it outside."

This was said with obnoxious neck gesturing.

[houseatemylunch]

"Wow, House," Wilson said, approaching House and rolling his eyes, "Stalk much?" He had been enjoying walking around Salem, unaware that House had been following him. Blissfully unaware.

[the_house_rules]

"Watch making that face," House said as Wilson approached him, rolling his eyes as if his life depended on being a judgmental bastard. "Wouldn't want it to freeze like that."

House was, by the way, still playing with his journal. Nothing like texting when hanging out with a friend to make your real life friends feel unwanted. He was currently responding to Data regarding the accident, and spoke into the journal while giving Wilson a look that said he was enjoying being a jerk.

"Maybe you should tighten up all of your limbs if they're just going to go flopping off at the slightest car accident. Say hi to Wilson."

And at this, he thrust the journal in Wilson's direction.

[empirical_data]

"It hit at just the right angle so the vaccu- oh.." And then there was a staring gold android, looking shocked at the screen, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Wherever Data had been walking, it seemed as though he'd stopped as well because the background stopped moving, and the screen nigh on looking as if it were a stilled image. Then? "...Hi."

[houseatemylunch]

Wilson froze for a moment, wondering what the hell House was doing, but then he realized he was creating an impromptu three-way conversation. "Hello," he replied politely, unsure of what else to do.

He shot House a glance over the journal, then turned his attention back to the journal screen and Data. "I think House is still suffering lasting effects due to the lack of proper testing for lead paint in cribs fifty years ago, my apologies."

private

[fortytwoseconds]

[She finds the notion of being arrested far too absurd to take seriously.] Come on.

Private.

[the_house_rules]

Right, how could I be so naive?

I have a credit card, you know. To buy things with. It's not even mine, which is practically like stealing. Want anything? We're "under orders" to get a costume... [House sounds put out by this, but at the same time, he totally wants a costume.]

You should be a cat burglar.

Private.

[fortytwoseconds]

I am a cat burglar. [She doesn't really get the whole Halloween thing.]

Private.

[the_house_rules]

But you could dress up as one. You know. For Halloween.