Nothing Like Sense (In Progress, Closed)

[causticguy]

Who: Greg House, Bradley Crawford, Schuldig, Farfarello, Naoe Nagi + one spy...
What: A business proposition…of sorts.
Where: House's place.
When: Day 28; mid-day.

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[hesitatenot]

Crawford wasn't behaving like a man with a bounty on his head. Then again, the various forays into the jungle had been distracting enough that he'd been able to gamble on everyone's attention resting squarely on the heads of the captives and their would-be rescuers. He'd been correct, too, for the most part.

Then again, Crawford was fortunate, and rather used to being correct. He was glad to see that living in Rivelata hadn't changed everything, after all.

He put his hands in his pockets, glancing sidelong at Schuldig, who was walking beside him, and then at Naoe and Farfarello just ahead of them. Despite how calm he'd been since the bounties had been announced, there were a few among their number who were decidedly less calm, and Crawford had decided to keep an eye on them. Mostly Naoe. He was still young, after all

[redlamb]

For the first time in days Schwarz walked the streets in broad daylight.

It was so very exciting to be out of the house and setting Crawford's plans into motion. Soon there would an end to all this hiding and pretense, should the doctor ... Farfarello walked ahead, his one eye scouting interestedly for potential bounty hunters. It would be just terribly ironic if Schwarz, on the cusp of solving their security problems, were delayed by head/gloryseekers.

All depended on Schuldig's acquaintance, the Good doctor.

If the Doctor did not cooperate, they would try bargaining. Then they would resort to more drastic measures, the sort in which Farfarello delighted in. Luckily the man didn't live at all far from Schwarz HQ. Before he'd finished admiring the red, red apples in the marketplace stall, they were there. Was he home? Farfarello looked through the window.

"The doctor is in."

[dummschwallen]

"Now, now," Schuldig said. "This is my...friend. Play nice, Farfarello. No antagonizing." He hesitated, then flashed a grin. "I mean, you know, keep it smart, anyway." Antagonizing, he realized, was fine. But getting in the way of what they needed to do was not.

Farfarello knew that, though. They all knew it--and Schuldig could feel it coursing through his veins, a nervous energy that pulsed at his wrists and throat and temple, beating wildly behind his ribs. They were going to do something so monumentally stupid, so enormously brilliant, so completely crazy. And there was no real intimation, no hint of a promise, that they were going to get out of it.

Schuldig shrugged, tossed his hair like a proud horse, and lifted his hand, rapping his knuckles sharply against the door. "Oh honey," he called. "I'm home."

Had to make an entrance worthy of the moment, after all.

[causticguy]

House's cane stopped mid-spin. Even from the other side of a well-locked door and having met its owner only once, he knew that voice. Hearing it here, however-that was unexpected. Huh.The front feet of his chair hit the floor as House pulled his legs down from the table

[hesitatenot]

Crawford raised his eyebrows, hiding his amusement behind an expression of calculated calm. The man had a sense of humor, which explained why Schuldig liked him so much. Not one to simply enter someone's house without asking--unless the situation called for it, of course--Crawford merely studied the doctor, trying to figure out the best way to phrase his proposal.

It was the chance of a lifetime, turning in Schwarz. The only problem was, he had to convince him of that.

Not for the first time, Crawford found himself longing for just a hint of another vision, something that would give him any indication of how this was going to turn out. Something useful, as opposed to a giant bloody skull. As appetizing and well-timed as that had been.

"Schuldig's never been that concerned with manners," he said, allowing the smile to creep across his face at last.