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[fortytwoseconds]

WHO: Parker and House
WHERE: the maritime/art museum
WHEN: the wee hours between Sunday and Monday
WHAT: burglary-related shenanigans

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[the_house_rules]

House's ball, yeah, go ahead and laugh, had alerted him that Parker was up to no good. The red and blue tennis ball he carried, that is. All of the things he had purchased were in his room at the hotel, things like... common household supplies of completely mundane and ordinary description that could, when combined, create awesome. He had, also, gotten a pair of roller skates, and some booze. Okay, more than just some booze. His backpack was stuffed with it.

But back to the issue at hand. Parker was up to no good. And House, lead by his ball, was going to find her. Surprise surprise, it seemed she was at a museum. Not just at but on, and not just any museum, but an art museum.

House stood to the side of the building, and looked for a way to climb up. At a momentary loss, he messaged her with his journal. And yes, it was audio.

[Audio!]

I thought you weren't going to get arrested.

[fortytwoseconds]

Parker jumped in surprise when she heard House's voice coming out of her pocket. She really needed to find the off switch on that thing.

"I'm not!" she hissed, pulling the communicator out. "I don't do that." She glanced around the roof, trying to spot him. "How do you know where I am, anyway?"

[the_house_rules]

"I'm your warden," he spoke into the communicator, "I get a heads up when you're embarking on grand thefts."

There's a pause. House is pacing along the side of the building, looking for where she'd climbed up.

"Where did you climb up?" he asked.

Note how he's not stopping her.

[fortytwoseconds]

Parker walked over to the edge of the roof and peered down, looking for House. "Fire escape on the building next door. I jumped over."