PARABOLICAL, A PAN-FANDOM RPG

Who: House, Heidi Petrelli [Open]
What: Collecting data on the silence epidemic
Where: Random places about the city
When: Afternoon
Rating: PG-13 [Because it's House]

.....
( Step One: Define the Question )

WHO: Cordelia, Nathan, and House
WHAT: A rescue of not-quite-epic proportions.
WHEN: Right after Cordelia's vision.
WHERE: Random street, to start with.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

( It wasn't the demon that Cordelia needed help dealing with. It was the victim. )

Who: Gaia Moore, Greggory House
Where: Whatever hospital House works at
When: Friday sometime after dark
Rating: Mature for probable language


( is there a doctor in the house )

WHO: Cordelia Chase and Greg House
WHAT: A meeting, surreptitiously set-up by the PTB.
WHEN: Mid-afternoon
WHERE: A random park to start with
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

( Cordelia and House. The anti-OTP... )

Who: House, Addison Montgomery
What: Drink, drink, drink
Where: Blue Banana Bar
When: 10:13 p.m.
Rating: PG13

.....

The funny thing about drugs is that eventually they wear off.

Except for House's stash of Vicodin, which seemed to be infinite. He always had some of those lovely little pills in his pockets. Stashed away at home. Hidden in boxes under his bed. In his underwear drawer. His book on lupus. It's never lupus.

But hallucinogens? Acid? That wears off after some time. Eventually. And by his third night at the Motel 6, House felt reasonably reassured that he was no longer imagining all of this business about Los Angeles. Even he couldn't remain in a drug induced state that long. He wished he could, but he wasn't that fortunate.
( Never thought I'd miss being in Jersey. )

WHO: Dr. Isley, Dr. House
WHAT: Doctor bonding time! Will House be extra snarky? Will Isley use plant catch phrases? Find out!
WHERE: Motel 6. That's not shady at all.
WHEN: Tuesday Evening
RATED: PG
STATUS: In progress

( Let's watch him solve this one... )

Who: House, Sir Integral Hellsing [Open to All]
What: Arrives unexpectedly in the LA area
Where: La Brea Tar Pits Tourist Center
When: 12:27 p.m.
Rating: PG13 -- Drugs and Language, or, the Epitome of House

.....

"I'm sorry? Did you say something? I was distracted by your low-cut blouse. It reminded me of the melon stand at the county fair," House said as he limped into the elevator, his cane clutched in one hand and his red coffee mug in the other.

"You can't leave. You still owe me three clinic hours today!"

Cuddy was exasperating. But that was no different than any other day. Except that today her blouse seemed to be a little bit lower than usual. Or maybe that was just House imagining that it was a little lower than usual. She obviously wanted him. Nothing like cleavage at lunch time to get a man going! And Cuddy was so good at cleavage. Even when she wasn't trying to be. Was it her secret talent? Maybe it was a superhero power. Albeit a lame one. Flying would be cooler. Or turning your own flesh into a Capri Sun state ala Alex Mack. But poor Cuddy. Her only super endowment was her -- well, super endowment.

The elevator door began to close and House leaned to the side to catch the last glimpse of her disgruntled face before he headed upstairs.

"Does anyone actually buy that line? Seriously. How many times must I say? I won't have sex with you! Not at work!"
( Good god! Is that woman wearing a fanny pack?! )