It is a smile covering the OH SHIT face of a god who is probably not the best person to meet on your first minute in a new universe.
"Welcome to our little busted dimension," he says. "It sucks, and I mean that literally. Pulls stuff in from wherever it wants-- people, monsters, gods, I'm waiting to see if it can pull an entire town in, honestly. I'm curious.
"So far, there's no way out. Not even divine intervention, and believe me, I'd know. Name's Hades. Lord of the Dead. Hi. How ya doin?"
Two basic options: take that on faith (grates), or assume he's having a detailed hallucination (caused by what, exactly?).
House takes a breath. "Greg House," he says, pending a decision on whether or not this is in fact still reality. "As well as can be expected, which you can probably tell isn't very."
He shakes his head slowly and starts walking again, leaning on his cane.
"I swear," he mutters to himself, "if this damn place throws the Flying Spaghetti Monster at me, I'm finding a gun and shooting someone in the face. It worked last time, or close enough."
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Maybe Hades should start shopping for real estate in his mortal guise.
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"What the hell," asks House, "is going on here?"
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It is a smile covering the OH SHIT face of a god who is probably not the best person to meet on your first minute in a new universe.
"Welcome to our little busted dimension," he says. "It sucks, and I mean that literally. Pulls stuff in from wherever it wants-- people, monsters, gods, I'm waiting to see if it can pull an entire town in, honestly. I'm curious.
"So far, there's no way out. Not even divine intervention, and believe me, I'd know. Name's Hades. Lord of the Dead. Hi. How ya doin?"
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Two basic options: take that on faith (grates), or assume he's having a detailed hallucination (caused by what, exactly?).
House takes a breath. "Greg House," he says, pending a decision on whether or not this is in fact still reality. "As well as can be expected, which you can probably tell isn't very."
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It is big and striped and -- well, it's a tiger.
But it's not just any tiger! It's Tiger, the mighty king.
And this is definitely not the jungle. Or a mountain. Or anywhere he's familiar with, really.
But he does smell a human, and he knows humans!
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"Good kitty?"
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Then, "I am Tiger, mighty King of all Beasts. Who are you, and where are we?"
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He shakes his head slowly and starts walking again, leaning on his cane.
"I swear," he mutters to himself, "if this damn place throws the Flying Spaghetti Monster at me, I'm finding a gun and shooting someone in the face. It worked last time, or close enough."
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