[ 75th consult | voice / action ]

[dr_conscience]

[Wilson's going about his business as usual today, because honestly this sort of day just doesn't faze him anymore. Aspects of it can be irritating, disconcerting, or even dangerous, but not nearly any more so than most other curses. So he's stopped at an admittedly crowded cafe near the hospital after leaving, coffee and a sandwich before him while he looks over a patient file. After making a few notes, he puts the file down to make the following audio post to the network - ]

I learned, several of... these back [ - because the populace doesn't really have a concise term for them - ], that there isn't really much point in trying to avoid the masses. Besides, if you do that, you're likely to have missed out on an opportunity to speak to people you would have been happy to see - faces from home, those who have left the City, even those who only visit on these days but do so with enough regularity to have developed personal connections.

So, as a curse, this isn't inherently good or bad. It has the potential to be either - or both, but it's the people who come, the interactions we have, that make it what it is. In a way, that makes it not entirely unlike any other day - there are just a lot more faces than usual.

[And out. He's going to finish his sandwich now, thanks.]



[ooc: COME AND GET HIM. Open to either Network or Action; hit him up at the cafe or after he leaves. I only ask for no doubles of House cast without permission annnnd that is all. He's from late season 3 but can forget whatever he needs to and has already been spoiled on his own future a bit XD]

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[Voice;]

[red_on_rice]

Aside from the headache and not having had my coffee, I'm fine.

[Voice;]

[dr_conscience]

Well, I'm sure that can be rectified. Have you eaten anything?

[Voice;]

[red_on_rice]

No, I was worried I might grow taller than my house.

[Voice;]

[dr_conscience]

Oh, no... not since they shut down that bakery. They had to, after what happened to the roof.

[Voice;]

[red_on_rice]

I hope you're offering to tell me about it over lunch.

[Voice;]

[dr_conscience]

Of course - I can fabricate the full version on my way. Where has our fine dimension dumped you?

[Voice;]

[red_on_rice]

Outside what looked like a courthouse. [A pause.] I followed the crowds and ended up by a... carousel?

[Voice;]

[dr_conscience]

Ah, yes. The centerpiece of our demented little metropolis. I can meet you there.

Any preferences on lunch?

[Voice;]

[red_on_rice]

Something spicy.

[Voice;]

[dr_conscience]

I think that can be arranged.

I'll be a few minutes.

[red_on_rice]

[She's sitting on a bench when he gets there, ankles crossed, an open folder full of papers in her hands. Maybe reading up on a case, maybe just using it to avoid looking at the people passing by- who knows.

All in all, she looks very calm and collected, for someone quite literally out of her element.]

[dr_conscience]

[It's always strange seeing people from home here show up in the City on days like this. There's a dissonance, seeing someone looking exactly as you remember them at home in a place where you know they don't belong.

But there she is, here she is, in the City. And he walks right up to the bench.]

I wouldn't bother too much with work. You're just going to have to redo it.

[red_on_rice]

We'll call this a practice run.

[There's a slight smile as he approaches, and she snaps the folder shut. It's relief, entirely; the City is crowded today, so the passers by are even less believable than usual, and for all Stacy knows maybe she actually is cracking up. Wilson is a bright spot of familiarity.]

It's good to see you.

[dr_conscience]

It's good to see you. We've... been here a while.

[He means that; he knows that a familiar face is a welcome sight when you wind up in the City, but after you've been here for years, seeing one that you haven't seen for even longer...

He'd like to ask when she came from, what was happening - and he will, of course, but it hardly seems like a topic he should go right into. So he smiles, gesturing to a side.]

So. Something spicy?

[red_on_rice]

I'm hoping it'll lift my mood.

[Not that it's that bad. She looks away to slip the folder back into her bag, then stands to size him up, wondering exactly what a while means.]

So you're all right? In spite of being stuck... here, I mean.

[It's hard to characterize this impossible place, which is why she hesitates. Also why she can't help but be a bit doubtful.]

[dr_conscience]

[He offers a small, reassuring smile, and nods.]

More or less.

[It's said in a light, well-humored tone, so it sounds perfectly normal coming from him. And, at the moment, it's true. If she's here for a day or two, there's no reason to go into the dark, sordid details.]

I hope you didn't get pulled away from anything too pressing - not that you'll notice having been gone when you go back, but I know it can be frustrating.

[red_on_rice]

It's not what I left that has me unsettled.

[That in a quieter tone. She isn't easy to rattle, and she's good at keeping it under wraps when she is; but under the circumstances, who could be at ease?]

You'll have to show me around after, so I can see all the fun I'm missing.