poly_chromatic | 013: VIDEO

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house m.d. - robert chase

013: VIDEO

[Lab coat on, it's another general address. Anyone paying attention might note he rarely (deliberately) uses the network for anything personal.]

All non-emergency surgical procedures are officially cancelled until further notice. The hospital can no longer guarantee a non-contaminated operating space. If anyone knows a way to hold the sand back, or of somewhere that's not emulating the Sahara, please get in touch. When I want to go to work in flip-flops I'll open that beach shack.

[He reaches forward to turn off the monitor. Hesitates.]

Oh, and for those of you who weren't taught it when you were three: don't take candy from strangers.

[ooc: he's eaten dozens of the hearts, but he's unlikely to be telling -you- that. His secrets are available in multiples and still open for takers.]

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Ever been to the park out behind the hospital?

Nope.

Might be a bit sandy but there's a nice view of the City.

Not the restaurant I was thinking of, but we can give it a go.

I'm not trusting any food that I didn't have a hand in unsanding this week.

You're not eating at the right places. See you out back?

I make loads less money than you do.

Yeah.

That's why you let me pay. 20 minutes.

[Twenty minutes later, there she is in her technician scrubs with a package that has lunch in it]

[Chase tracks sand out of the side entrance by the morgue, already on his phone to ask that someone dig the place out before they're burying bodies as well as storing them. Not the nicest of thoughts when most of them wake up in the morning. He lifts a hand, and gestures to the phone to explain the lack of greeting as he catches up to her.]

[She meets him halfway and offers him the bag; her own lunch is in another bag in her other hand]

Dunno if you lost the taste for salad with fish but that's what I made.

[He nods his head curtly, reaching for the bag and trying to conclude the call. The tone he takes is low, genial.]

I'm sure if you're the one asking he'll jump to it. Thanks, Annie. Later? Of course I will.

[And the call disconnects and the back of his hand brushes Eden's as he takes the bag - salad is fine, and fish, he's not too discerning - but he stumbles sharply and drops the offering as if it's bitten him.

He doesn't look down to see if it's spilled. He looks at her.]

Oy!

[She reaches down to pick it up]

Are you okay?

[He's not hurt, just wide eyed and catching a gulp of breath.]

Your... passenger recognises my blood?

[It's a memory, but new in the way it hits. A strange voice from somewhere in the back of his mind.]

[She reels back a little]

You mean the Sid?

Recognises my blood.

[The name isn't important, but isn't he finding all manner of things aren't as they seem, this week.]

Well, yeah. I mean I spoke prophecy for you once, and it...fucked with you, once.

It recognizes your blood, sure.

[He draws back, folds his arms across his chest. The bag is pretty much forgotten.]

Clarify fucked with me.

It bled you. To fuel h-me magic.

I thought you bled yourself.

[Another brand new memory, though he'd known she was a magic user before. That kind of thing can be looked up. This is something known, and as soon as it is, he also knows that it's private between her and a man she knew better.]

Sorry. It just-

[Shaking his head to clear it never actually works.]

I do.

[There's a pause]

She took control. For a few days. She doesn't care who bleeds as long as someone does.

You all right?

I'm fine.

[Isn't he always. He bends to grab for the bag.]

You're not.

[She looks at him and moves in a bit]

Why'd you ask me about her? No one talks about her anymore, I bound her.

[He sighs rather than argue, lifting his head but not moving back.]

Sometimes things come back.

[He does mean the memory, not the sid.]

I can't predict it.

Oh.

[Pause]

Just like that? Random?

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