I know House mentioned that my appointments were on hold for a while, so I figured I ought to come let anyone who was wondering know that I'm back at work. If you need to reschedule anything, you can just let me know.

[ Here he pauses - the rest of this is a lot more awkward, and it’s been a long time in coming. Hard to face up to having been undead - extra hard when that undeath was brought about by an assault that actually did kill you years ago. ]

I also wanted to say that I'm sorry, to anyone I injured or attempted to injure last month - the apology is late in coming, I know, but it’s been... difficult, coming to terms with it. While I do think it was fairly obvious that I wasn't in control of my actions, that doesn't really do much to change the fact that I'd like to apologize. Of course, I don't remember a lot of it - the odd fragment here or there, but not really in any detail. That means I'm not quite sure of everyone I should apologize to personally, so you can consider this apology yours if it applies.

[ He purses his lips and nods, drawing in a breath, uncertain if there's more he should add. He evidently decides not, cutting the feed after a moment. ]

[ Video ] 

[Against a backdrop of book-lined shelves-- the shelves found at Bilton & Scaggs, not the shelves in his living room, though there's a distinct similarity between the two-- Neil Perry is sitting, looking a bit sheepish.] 

The bookstore did well yesterday, which I'm glad about.  Really! But... 

[And now, he chews at his lip.] 

I think... I must have been cursed, badly. 

[And he holds up a sweet potato. 

In each hand.  

From the large pile behind the counter, just offscreen. Not that you can see it, but from the expression on his face you might well guess.] 

Can someone tell me how you're supposed to cook them?  Does anyone like them?  I don't really mind sharing... There are sort of a lot left over... 

[And setting his sweet potatoes back on the pile, he picks up the camera to show his profits from yesterday. 

Indeed, there are sort of a lot.] 

I suppose, [he says from off-frame, bemused,] if you're interested, just let me know. 

[ the slightly awkward angle of the camera set upon a desk indicates that this is most likely an accidental video. leonard mccoy is sitting in his incredibly spartan home office, dealing with the usual bunch of medical paperwork with only a minimal amount of scowling - in fact, he looks at peace doing work, occasionally tapping his fingers on the desk when he's got some thinking to do before writing things down. sometimes, he'll check another device - starfleet's communicator - and snort to himself before returning to his work.

and then here comes the fun part of his office window suddenly bursting open with a gust of wind, and before he could even react to anything a hat comes flying inside the room before landing on his head. ]

What the —

[ but he doesn't get to say anything else, or flail about a damn hat, because after a short moment the hat's yells — ]

HUFFLEPUFF!

[ — and bones is pretty much left sitting in his office with a bewildered look on his face as the hat bounces off to terrorize someone else again. ]

… That thing just talked to me.


( OOC | forward-dated to November 14, for the Got That Sorted curse. )