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[imnot_likeyou]

Who: Gregory House and Sam Winchester [CLOSED]
What: Valentine’s shenanigans
When: February 11th – February 13th
Where: Room 1501
Rating: PG-13, just in case.



[Sam is an old castle pro at this point. He’s woken up handcuffed to people, a girl, a dog, twelve years younger, all various kinds of losses and shenanigans on the castles part. So waking up with someone there, when he’s pretty sure he went to bed alone—castle. Not feeling the cold wet noses of his dogs pressing against his hand—castle, and the ghosts better take good care of them.

Every instinct tells him that he should just roll over, go back to sleep and wake up when the castle is feeling sane again, but the person next to him might not share his opinion of the situation. They also might not appreciate waking up next to a giant, but that’s not really Sam’s fault. That’s just genetics.

So he sighs, starts to push himself up into a sitting position and rubs his eyes to look at who is next to him, and it takes him a moment to process this, before shaking his head and pushing to his feet to go find his journal.]

I don’t want to know.

Comments

[atrophied]

I think that's my line.

[ A bonus of reading the journal? You know to expect things like this. Thus House isn't surprised as much as annoyed.

He's also never been in his room before because of those stupid stairs in the way so he'll be investigating for a door now. ]

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam will just pick up the journal and flip through, see if there's anything new. He has a feeling that getting out of there isn't going to be that easy, and there seems to be no immediate danger, so he's not panicking.

He asked for pants, and the castle gave him pants. So he's set for a while]

I think it's pretty much the status quo for anyone who's been here a while.

[atrophied]

[ Hello, cane. Now let's get to a door. ]

So how many times have you woken up in a place or form different from the one you went to bed in?

[imnot_likeyou]

More times than I can count.

[still not looking up from the journal.]

I've been here three years.

[atrophied]

[ ...wow. ]

You poor bastard. [ Trying doorknob. ...Trying it again. ... ] I tried.

[imnot_likeyou]

[shrugs at the first part, but finally looks up on the second]

Door won't open?

[atrophied]

No.

[ If he's at all concerned by that, he doesn't show it. He wishes up a bottle of Vicodin and takes one of the pills. ]

So who are you?

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam's really not surprised either, but he'll lineface and sigh for good measure.]

Sam Winchester. You?

[atrophied]

[ Oh good. When bored, they can have lineface off. ]

Greg House.

[imnot_likeyou]

[sorts the name through his brain for a minute, just to see if he should recognize it, but then shakes it off]

You been in the castle a while?

[atrophied]

Few months this time around, few more months last time around.

[ He sinks into a chair, massaging his thigh. Would it have been so hard to lock him in with a hot hooker, castle? I mean really. ]

[imnot_likeyou]

[head tips]

You remember when you were here before, or you read back?

[it's actually a valid question now. he kinda hates that it is]

[atrophied]

Read back. I missed out on the free memories by a few weeks.

[imnot_likeyou]

[nods]

I've been back and forth a few times myself.

[atrophied]

Congratulations.

[ It's muttered more to himself as he rolls his cane between his hands.He doesn't like the thought of a constant moving back and forth and having your memories screwed over each time. ]

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam doesn't like it much either, but he's at least had a pretty consistent run this time. that's more than most people have been able to ask for.

Except for the time when his family was gone]

Well, no one seems to know why the castle is keeping us here.

[closes the journal and tosses it back on the table he found it on]

Just a bunch of people trapped in their rooms.

[atrophied]

Half of them don't know where their brain is, they'll know the logic behind this place.

[imnot_likeyou]

And what makes you say that?

[and he's honestly curious. Really -- he'd love to know your theory]

[atrophied]

[ House is interpreting that as "why do I think people are stupid." ]

Open the journal. Page after page of the most puerile quagmire ever to be forced on an unwilling audience. Not a single interesting thought to be had between them.

[imnot_likeyou]

[shrugs]

Sometimes you gotta give people a minute.

[atrophied]

Sometimes you gotta give them a fork and an outlet.

[ He massages his thigh as the pain flares up. ]

[imnot_likeyou]

[eyebrows go up at that, but he drops the subject]

Do you want something for your leg?