095. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

I wouldn't be who I am without looking a gift horse in the mouth. Either someone has paid all women some amount of money to appear attracted or mildly interested or there is a curse going on. Or an out break.

In the event of the first, C-cups and up only.

[ooc; you know you want to.]

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audio: I am a terrible, terrible person.

[thenormalsquint]

There isn't that much money in the world for you.

[Voices over the Network sound closer than they appear... because they're just outside your office door.]

audio: you are.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

There is plenty of money in the world. And it resents your mentality.

audio: you make me do it

[thenormalsquint]

Only those with questionable values and mentalities would take money to spend time with you. Or spend time with you, period.

[Yes, outside the door. And if he listens closely, he can hear it--or the person it belongs to, rather--stop right in front of it.]]

audio: it's your own brand of terrible

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

You say that even though you're well aware that I'm a doctor. Consider your point nullified.

audio: patented by you

[thenormalsquint]

Let me rephrase that: spend time with you willingly for funsies.

[Too bad the gun isn't there. Wet T-Shirt contest, anyone? No? Oh well, but there's some sniffing. A lot of sniffing.]

audio: patented by you

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Health isn't fun?



Testing the air for cocaine?

action later on some time after his post, idk? <3

[as_damaged]

[Given the fact that she's just made a fresh pot of coffee, there's nothing inherently unusual about Cameron coming in to bring House a cup.]

audio:

[thenormalsquint]

[She's not going to answer that dumb question because Angela--sadly, like an actual dog at the moment--has a one track mind and her attention is clearly being tugged towards his office. She couldn't stop herself even if she tried.]

Something smells... amazing.

audio:

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

The gospel according to Toucan Sam says follow your nose.

action <3<3<3

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

[eiremagic]

I think I'm giving Chase a gun.

If I can find a way to do it without getting near him.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I didn't know you hated him that much.

action <3<3<3

[as_damaged]

Thought you might like some.

[She sets the mug on his desk, with a smile that's just a bit too warm. And then sets herself on the desk, sliding the cup in a bit further so as not to knock it over. This should be the point where rationality intervenes, but there's something in the air that keeps it from doing so. Crossing her legs, head slightly tilted, she watches him with far too much interest.]

audio:

[thenormalsquint]

[Anorexic, her ass. Angela's the first one at the dinner table. Besides, food would be a perfect explanation for Angela pushing herself into the office to take in more of whatever's caught her attention. You know, if House was a cheeseburger.

But he's obviously not, and for some other strange reason, Angela finds herself leaning into him, snuggling her nose into the spot where neck meets ear to breathe in deep. Whether it's a light shiver from curse-imbued attraction or some shudder from a deep down bit of disgust that runs down her spine will forever stay unknown.]

Oh my god. It's you. What cologne is that?

action <3<3<3

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

It's my second drug of choice.



What's in it?

[eiremagic]

This is me taking a solid interest in him not getting raped.

audio:

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Me.



The usual.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Did you try UPS?

[eiremagic]

But there's no winning. If it's a male carrier I'm fucked, and if it's a female one, he is.

action <3<3<3

[as_damaged]

It's cinnamon raspberry truffle.

[Luckily Cameron's brand of crazy doesn't run that way; and at the moment this is all curse. More or less. It's not like she's never made a pass at him, after all.]

Mnn... it smells good, doesn't it?

[She twists and leans in, ostensibly to take a deep breath of caffeinated goodness, but intentionally bringing herself even nearer to House. At this angle any blouse becomes a low-cut blouse.]

audio:

[thenormalsquint]

The usual.

[She replies in a hushed tone, like she's in awe. Or heat, depending on how one looks at it. Hard times have been happening lately and poor Angela... the curse caught her at a rough patch in her life. There's no resistance on her part as one arm snakes its way around House's neck, pulling him in closer.]

You should wear the usual more often. It turns me on.

[Tomorrow will be an awkward day. Oh yes, it will be.]

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Carrier pigeon? Robot?

[eiremagic]

Robot. There's a working suggestion.

[WAIT. A PAUSE]

Actually...

audio;

[dr_conscience]

I don't suppose you have any idea why the apartment reeks?

action <3<3<3

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Yeah.