[ 89th consult | action ]

[dr_conscience]

|| morning at the hospital

[Anyone who's at the hospital might notice the head of oncology standing at a station with a nurse, reviewing some charts. It's good news, apparently, since after discussing the patient, he leans in and plants a dramatic, passionate kiss on her lips.

After a moment, he pulls back, slightly flustered - he hadn't intended to do that, clearly - but she's giggling and slips a paper in his labcoat pocket before heading on her way. He takes it out and glances at it. A number?

He blinks, and... puts it back in his pocket.]

|| evening in the city

[After one particularly eventful day, Wilson is on his way back to the apartment. He's rather accustomed to curses that come with kissing compulsions, after being in The City for so long, so while he's weary from the day, he's (mostly) taking it in stride as he makes his way through the square.]


[ooc: Hit him up pretty much anywhere. Slow tags and back tags expected as per slowatus, but I will answer all ♥ ]

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[rianofski]

[He hadn't intended to go outside at all, trying to avoid this curse as best he could, but the evening shouldn't be too dangerous, should it? Walking through the square, lost in thought, he nearly ran into Wilson.]

My apologies.

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[dr_conscience]

[Luckily, they don't quite collide. Wilson steps aside, a small, reassuring smile as he does.]

Oh, it's fine. [And after a slight pause, since he does seem preoccupied,] You all right?

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[rianofski]

[A slight nod.]

I'm simply attempting to adapt to how ridiculous this damned curse is.

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[dr_conscience]

[There's a bit of a smirk at that, pulling at one side of his mouth, along with a quiet chuckle.]

I can certainly understand that; we've all dealt with it at some point.

I take it you're a recent arrival?

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[rianofski]

Extremely recent. Within the last few days, as a matter of fact. It's simply unfortunate that I had to show up for this sort of nonsense.

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[anunluckypenny]

[At the end of the day--and it has been an interesting one--Penny is out walking the two large dogs she has inherited. She thinks about taking a detour when she sees Wilson, but that would be ridiculous, right? It's not like she's accidentally kissed everyone she's talked to today.]

James, hey!

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[dr_conscience]

[And there's Penny. Silently, he hopes to himself that nothing victorious will happen during their run-in. Deciding to be friends is much easier when the City doesn't consistently tamper with you.

But he smiles, because he's still happy to see her regardless.]

Hey Penny.

[The dogs also get a smile.]

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[anunluckypenny]

[Penny was already smiling; she has to upgrade to beaming for Wilson. The dogs, Little Sam and Tumbles, just want to smell Wilson and drool on his shoes.]

How's it going? Today hasn't been too awkward, has it?

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[dr_conscience]

[His shoes are nice, but he likes animals enough that he doesn't mind the drool.]

Of course it has.

[But he laughs quietly, keeping good humor about it.]

I'm all right, though. And you?

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[anunluckypenny]

Well, alright's about all you can ask for, huh? [She shrugs, apparently not too bothered.] I'm good. It's just a curse.

[prosopopoeia]

[The packet of cigarettes that collides with Wilson's head was not, in fact, intended for him, and shortly after their collision, a very irritated female voice begins to curse loudly in French, dressing someone down furiously. This takes at least five minutes, but Delacroix will... eventually be wandering over to look for that package. Possibly to apologize, but I wouldn't hold your breath.]

[dr_conscience]

[After the collision with his head - one that startles him more than it really causes much in the way of pain - he stops, pausing to identify the projectile, stoop, and pick it up. By the time he has it in hand, he's fairly certain who it belongs to, and turns towards the stream of vulgarities.

So he waits, lips slightly pursed in what's really more amusement than annoyance, for her to claim the cigarettes. Maybe he'll even spare her the lecture.]

[prosopopoeia]

[In some ways, Delacroix was not really expecting anyone to pick up the cigarettes and almost walks by him, but she catches sight of them in his hand and stops in relief. Or is it victory, because before she can even get around to 'sorry' or 'thank you' she's stuck with the kiss first.

Which is incredibly frustrating.]

[dr_conscience]

[Of course he doesn't get a chance to say anything, either, caught off guard (though at this point, he really shouldn't be) by the kiss. And, of course, the curse draws him right into said kiss, regardless of his own thoughts on the matter.

Though, really, he can't be surprised by now.]

[prosopopoeia]

[She would prefer a shocked and rigid response to reciprocation, honestly. That was what had started her previous bout of explosive cursing, irregardless of who had actually initiated what. Perhaps drained from that episode, all she can muster when she's released from Wilson is a rough shove and an agitated,]

Fuck's sake.

[...can she still have her cigarettes back now? She's noticed them still in his hand and could really use one.]

[synanthrope]

[She came to find Chase, that's why she's at the hospital this morning, when she sees him]

Hello, Doctor Wilson.

[dr_conscience]

[Of course he glances up at his name, but the familiar face gets a small smile as well.]

Good morning, Saya. What brings you here?

[synanthrope]

I'm looking for Robert.

[Even though she's the only one that calls him that, she expects everyone to know who he is.]

I think he's angry with me.

[dr_conscience]

[She's not wrong to expect it here; Wilson can guess who she's talking about.]

Oh? What makes you think that?

[synanthrope]

I think we had an argument.

[It's never more obvious that she has some kind of emotional deficiency than in moments like this one.]

[intheblanks]

[Having cleverly waited until House vacated the area, Chase is lurking in the diagnostics office, looking for some notes on a patient recently transferred the the ICU. As he's not (technically) working for House any more, larceny often proves to be a faster way of getting things done (and if he learned that from House himself... well... shh).

He looks up as Wilson comes in.]

If you've had any good news recently, I'd recommend keeping it to yourself.

[dr_conscience]

[He could probably be more surprised to find Chase in the office. As it is, he doesn't have much of a visible reaction.]

I did catch on to that.

[Though the lack of surprise won't keep him from commenting.]

Looking for something specific?

[intheblanks]

[None of these papers are the right papers, argh.]

I need some evidence that the meds House had a patient on aren't the same as the meds he told the patient he was on. Right now I can't represcribe in case of interactions, and the pharmacy won't buy 'everybody lies' as proof their records are wrong.

[dr_conscience]

They do tend to have a problem with that.

[He places his own files aside, on the table. And as a surprise to exactly nobody,]

What patient?

[intheblanks]

Mr Rabbits. Charles.

[and he crouches down to work through another drawer in a small flurry of paper.]