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[Oct. 6th, 2009|10:58 pm] |
Who: Greg House, Raymond Wood, Reina and Sofia Wood
What: Diagnosing Reina
Where/When: Ray's Studio/The other night (backdated)
Warnings: None
He put the girls in front to the television, watching some silly cartoon. They knew some functional words in English, but not a whole lot. Ray had read that music and television shows were a great aid in teaching foreign languages. He tended to play a lot of Spanish music, so the television was strictly English.
He paced by the woor, waiting for House to show. He really hoped the guy wasn't going to stand him up. He was genuinely worried about Reina, but he didn't want to go to some random clinic or hospital if he didn't have to. He'd rather deal with someone he knew.
Sofia's laughter echoed into the empty studio. Ray knew it was Sofia, because Reina hadn't made a sound, since the girls came to the studio several days earlier. Ray glanced into the office, to see Sofia pointing at the TV, and Reina seemed to respond more to her sister than the events on the screen. Ray frowned, and went back to the door, trying to will House to show up right then. |
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[Jun. 6th, 2009|12:34 pm] |
Who: Greg and Charlie
What: Meeting
Where: Street corner in LA
When: Today
Warnings: Drugs. Possibly language. Will update.
( An hour gave him plenty of time... ) |
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[Nov. 8th, 2008|12:50 am] |
Who: House and Cam
What: I don't know. Snarking at each other. Talking about babies maybe.
When: Tonight
Where: Kent Memorial
Warnings: I dunno; doubtful
Cameron had been putting up Thanksgiving decorations. Not Christmas ones, she wasn't that bad off. But she had put comical turkeys here and there. It had been a long day, and what she really wanted was a bath and a good night's rest, but instead she was heading down to House's office and knocking on the door. Though she didn't know why she was knocking when he could see through the door. Go figure. But she didn't want to disturb him if he was busy. |
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[Oct. 31st, 2008|01:42 pm] |
Who: House and Cameron
When: Soon after this
Where: New York
Why: House has to beg her not to leave and make up for screwing up royally.
Rating: Makeup sex maybe?
House had drank his fair share of the wine, but it wasn't enough to screw up his driving. He'd made it to Cameron's apartment in one piece though he popped another Vicodin because he seriously had no idea how this was going to pan out. He really did expect her to tell him to get the hell out and never speak to her again, but she was giving him a chance to apologize when she didn't.
He took the elevator upstairs and hobbled down to her apartment, knocking on the door with the head of his cane, bracing himself to be punched when she saw him. |
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[Oct. 30th, 2008|02:03 pm] |
Who: House and Cuddy
Where: New York
When: Forwarded to Friday night
Why: They have a long talk they need to have
Rating: PG-13 at most for swearing. Wow. No sex.
There was still a pang of guilt running through him at how Cameron was angry with him for deserting her for Cuddy, but she had every right to be. House, despite his normal chaotic behavior, felt extremely guilty for what he done and he couldn't turn it off. Even if he was standing next to his bike at the portkey waiting to take Cuddy out on a date. The last time he'd even been on a date was with Cameron. But maybe Cuddy was right. He might care for her and even love her, but did it mean they could even function in a relationship? Both were so different here. Cuddy was not the one he remembered, and maybe seeing that, really talking about that instead of demeaning her like always would make him realize things and figure out just what needed to be done. |
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[Oct. 27th, 2008|02:16 am] |
Who: House and Cameron
What: Getting drunk, whining about Cuddy
When: Tonight
Where: His place
Warnings: Numerous ones
Cameron had stopped by the liquor store and picked up several types of liquor, and one or two things to mix it with just in case they decided for some reason not to drink straight from the bottle though she was sure they would. After she paid for it all, she drove over to where House lives and parked the car. She knew he was upset about Cuddy, though she didn't know the details of what happened.
Sure she could ask Cuddy, but she figured to get both sides of the story. She'd start with his because she was worried. So Cameron knocked on the door and waited for him to answer. |
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[Oct. 19th, 2008|09:37 pm] |
Who: House and Cuddy
What: Trying to get her out of his system
Where: At the hospital
When: Last night
Warnings: Yeah.. lots.
Being at the hospital, Cuddy had told House to come over so that they could get this stupid thing out of their system. Or his system really because he kept bugging her about having sex with him. Maybe for once he'd get over it if she just said yes. That was the plan anyway. She was at the new hospital and it was relatively quiet and they didn't actually have any patients yet. That would come maybe tomorrow or the next day.
Since he didn't know his way around, she met him at the lobby. |
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[Jul. 18th, 2008|10:21 pm] |
Who: Mark House, Greg House
What: Not-quite-Father/Son bonding
When: Right the hell now!
Warnings: Drug use. Swearing. S for Snark!
Mark was waiting on the floor of his room, cigar box in his lap, papers laid out next to him. Sure, it was a little odd to be rolling joints for his dad. But the opportunity to see him not much older than Mark was worth the weed, if it meant fulfilling his curiousity.
Finishing the first joint, he lit it up and took a hit, moving over to turn his radio up- more to help Greg find the place, and warn his neighbors to stay away, than for the music itself. |
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[Jul. 13th, 2008|06:24 pm] |
Who: Greg House and Allison Cameron
Where: Kent Memorial Hospital
When:
Why: House is bored and he likes messing with Cameron
Rating: TBD
There was a small triumphant cheer going on in House's head when he saw that Cameron was here now. Someone new and pretty to annoy. Someone he knew and not these bunch of strangers around here. Something familiar. Truth be told, he missed the old gang, the witty banter and the constant challenges they presented to him. He'd almost felt idle being here, well, aside from his handful of conversations with Cuddy and his one run-in with Thirteen. Even that made him smile a little.
He pulled up to the front of the hospital on his bike and slid in to his usual handicapped parking and tugged off the helmet. Once he'd frred his cane from the holster on his bike, House hobbled off in search of Cameron. |
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[Jun. 28th, 2008|02:50 am] |
Who: Greg and Rebecca House :O
What: Drinks!
Where: A bar
When: Early Saturday morning
Warnings: Well, it's House and his Daughter...
( Here it goes again ) |
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[Jun. 15th, 2008|07:13 pm] |
Who: Greg House and Remy Hadley
Where: House's bachelor pad of DOOM on the beach
When: Last night
Why: Remy is having marital problems and the love doctor is in.
Rating: R for language probably. No hanky panky.
There was nothing like a pitcher of blended daquiri mix and lot of vodka to make dealing with heat so much easier on the California coast. He'd always known buying beach front property for dirt cheap would pay off in the long run and here he was escaping the shitstorm of New York. Ghosts running around attacking and making more? Yeah, screw that. There wasn't anyone here he gave a crap about. Except Wilson. But that was enough story entirely.
House lounged on a beach chair on the deck of his house, a jumbo drink in hand and boardshorts and a t-shirt on, his cane propped against the side table. He'd already mixed up the promised Mojito for Thirteen for when she arrived, and he really wondered what was so screwed up that she was willing to hang out with him, drinking herself into oblivion on the beach. He couldn't wait to hear this. |
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[Mar. 15th, 2008|10:13 pm] |
Who: Greg, Ray, and the twins
What: Explaining the circle of life within the vortex
When: Tonight
Where: Their home
Ray had shut off the television and the video games. He'd brought the girls into the living room. They knew something was up, and the looks between them nearly broke Ray's heart. he was in for a long night, once he and Greg told the girls the news. It wasn't going to be easy, and they weren't going to take it well, but it had to be done. The girls needed to know,a nd they deserved to be told before they found out on the message boards.
"Daddy? What's wrong?" Sofia asked. Reina had hold of her hand. They definitely knew something was wrong. Ray reached for Sofia's hand, and Greg's, leaving Greg to take Reina's free hand. He had a vague notion of how corny it was, but their family was effectively reduced to just the four of them now, and they needed to stick together. Ray glanced at Greg, though he knew Greg was leaving it up to him to explain, because Greg wouldn't have the words to say what needed to be said. |
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[Mar. 14th, 2008|07:34 pm] |
Who: Shawn Spencer and Greg House
What: Dickin around watchin movies. Guy stuff
Where: Shawn's big empty place
Warnings: NC-17! Totally joshin ya. Um prolly just language. They're foul mouthed.
"One medium with everything on it and one medium Hawaiian. Nah, I don't need drinks. That much? Kay. Thanks." Shawn hung up the phone, tossing it to the side of him on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table. Grabbing the remote, he idlely began flipping through channels, looking for anything that might be vagely entertaining enough to distract him until his guest arrived. No point in starting a movie that would probably get veto'd as soon as 'Stein got here anyway. |
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[Mar. 14th, 2008|05:11 pm] |
Who Jack Dent and Greg House
What Shopping, chatting (Girl's day out? Shh)
Where Greg's place than onwards!
When Friday afternoon
Warning Oh, please, look at the who...Really.
( Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like Jack? ) |
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[Mar. 10th, 2008|10:12 pm] |
Who: Tony Stark, Thirteen, Cuddy, and House (if he wants to be a nuisance)
Where: New improved Kent Memorial Hospital
When: Monday afternoon
Why: Tony's got a heart problem, there's tests and stuff to be done
Rating: Maybe R for the language that is gonna pop up
Tony'd kept Sophie occupied down in his lab after they'd had their lunch of grilled cheese sandwiches so he could watch her while he tinkered with a part of her upcoming toy. He'd almost gotten the hovering capabilities stablized enough for them to pay Mommy a flying visit. When it got close to time for the appointment, he took them upstairs, bathed and dressed her in a nice little t-shirt and overalls and they were on their way to Kent. Sophie'd been asking where Mommy was during the day, with Tony promising they were going to see her.
When they arrived, he asked to be shown where Remy's office was so that she could take them down to see Cuddy since she wanted to see them both. Didn't take long before he was climbing off an elevator and knocking on an office door with both him and Sophie pressing their faces to the glass in strange silly ways. |
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[Mar. 10th, 2008|09:24 pm] |
Who: Greg and Ray
What: Bedroom fun!
When: The other night. Backdated. Cause we fail.
Warnings: It's Greg and Ray. Female!Greg, I should add. Be warned.
Ray hummed a little as he nudged the bedroom door open with a hip. Tri and Schro were both out, presumably for the night. The girls were with Mark. Allw as well in Ray's world, as he glanced over at Greg with a wicked smile. He set the chocolate sauce down and flexed his fingers, cracking his knuckles. "You really would be a beautiful bride," he smirked and dropped onto the bed next to Greg. |
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[Mar. 1st, 2008|09:54 pm] |
Who: Tesla and House
Where: Wherever they allow visits, but with House being a doctor, I bet he could get them anywhere he wants.
When: Earlier today
Warnings: Nada, they is well behaved, ok?
Being led to see a visitor had become the same thing, a nurse holding her wist guiding her to the same, bland, empty room to sit down with Shawn or Gus, or both, talk about what the doctors wanted her to talk to them about, hug Shawn (bst as she could) smile at Gus and go back to her room toglare at the peppy cheerleader who still gagged herself and wondered why she'd been in there for six months. Six months, please, God, don't let them keep me in here for six months.
She was surprised to walk into the room and see House, an then a bit of dry worry plagued her, so instead of saying 'Hello', the first thing to pop ot of her mouth was. . ."He's not dead, is he?" |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|11:45 pm] |
Who: Greg and Ray
What: A needed discussion
When: Tonight, late-night
Warnings: Swearing, possibly/probably angry make-up sex. What do you expect?
It was later that night, after Greg and Ray had the girls in bed, that they once again went their separate ways. Greg stopped paying attention to what exactly Ray had been doing to occupy his nights; for his part, he'd taken to working on his music, tonight parked on the couch with the guitar Jack had bought him for Valentine's, strumming away at a sad, melancholy song. A cigarette hung from his lips, and he was obviously in thought; this had been going on for the better part of a week, neither speaking past what they had to, to keep up appearances for the girls. No affection, and even the sex was different, stunted, verging on sickeningly domestic They were going to have to fight it out, soon; but once again, Greg had himself waiting on one more cigarette, one more verse. Anything to keep from having to concede to anything. |
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[Feb. 25th, 2008|01:24 pm] |
Who: Karen and House
Where: Some random bar in NY.
When: Around 3 P.M.
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption.
Karen decided to wrap up her last hour before meeting House by spending half checking Landon's vitals, and spending a little time with him before heading home to change and run a brush through her hair, taking care of a few mascara smudges and obvious skin flaws before heading out to the bar she'd suggested to House. She still felt like a major ass, knowing he'd even pinpointed it before it had happened, post pregnancy hormones, post partum depression. Not a serious case, and she was already on something for it, she'd just been careless and forgotten the pill that morning. After seeing the baby tho, she felt a lot better.
Parking and going inside she went straight to the bar, ordering a glass of Chivas Regal on the rocks. She'd never been a fruity drink girl, but she reserved any Scotch drinking for when her nerves were really worked up. Reaching over she grabbed a peanut from the tray nearest, shelled it and popped it into her mouth, making a face and deciding, wisely, to leave the peanuts and just drink. |
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[Feb. 16th, 2008|04:19 pm] |
Who: Reina and Sofia Wood, Andrew Del Mar Twist,and varying adults
What: Valentine's Day Visiting
When: Thursday, Feb 14. Duh.
Warnings: Cuteness, I'm sure.
The girls were thrilled to be on their way to visit their valentine; Drew wasn't icky like other boys, he was nice to them and polite, and Papi seemed to like him. Besides, they like new friends, and Drew had ponies!
Hopping right up after the portkey, they shot out to the end of the alley, in search of Drew and his family. Greg lumbered to his feet behind them, knowing it wouldn't do any good to try and get them to stop, instead following them off down the road. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2008|11:26 pm] |
Who: Greg and Jack
What: A little bit of harmless phone sex. No, really.
When: Um. Valentine's Day, sometime when Greg isn't busy making Ray his Valentine...
Warnings: Um, see the what, people.
Greg looked over with a smirk as his phone rang, sliding across the couch to grab it up.
"Just in time, Jacky... I was afraid I was going to have to start without you." Not the Elvis impression he'd been wanting, but that would be a pretty strange way to answer the phone.
Moreso than answering with innuendo, to Greg. Go figure. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2008|09:02 pm] |
Who: Greg and Ray
What:Valentine's Day.
When: ... Valentine's Day. Duh.
Warnings: NSFW. Candy underthings. Lapdances. I really shouldn't have to go into this.
Greg was waiting, draped over the couch, for Ray to 'prepare' as he had promised, so they could head to their Valentine's Day gift. His half was already waiting at their destination, save Jack's contribution, which he was wearing- rather uncomfortably, he might add.
"You know, if we're late, they're going to give up our table!" Greg mumbled, doing a good little missus impression as he hung his head over the back of the couch, huffing a sigh. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2008|03:05 am] |
Who: Karen Davis, Caleb Angel and anyone who wants to be there.
Where: The hospital Karen's been at.
When: Starting at around 9:30 A,M, today.
What: The birth of Landon.
Warnings: Tense situation?
Pete sat with Karen as nurses busily buzzed around him, prepping for her to go to surgery in the next half hour. Her bed was surrounded, now, by balloons, including some he'd brought earlier in the morning, blue and white with silvery ones that read 'It's a boy!'. There were cards on the tables by her juvenile patients, some of which containing picutres of her with them over the years and weeks before this day. He looked at those, sighed, stroking her hand between his. Caleb was "scrubbing up", and he already had his scrubs on, it was just a matter of time.
A nurse said something about them being ready, awaiting Dr. Chase to take her down to the OR. He nodded, glancing at his daughter, brushing some of the blonde strands from her pale face, which was visibly thinner. He glanced over to the bathroom door when he heard Caleb come out, and worked up a smile. "We're just waiting on Dr. Chase."
[OOC:For those who want their pups to be in the waiting room, start a new thread in this log, so Caleb can come and greet y'all's kids in the waiting room ;).] |
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[Feb. 6th, 2008|09:51 pm] |
Who: House and Ray, and their new child
What: Christening a car.
When: Tonight-ish
Warnings: Definately NSFW. Mentions of crossdressing. The usual.
( Martins and garters and heels, oh my. ) |
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[Feb. 4th, 2008|08:49 pm] |
Who: House, Reina and Sofia, Jack Dent
What: Visiting Jack!
When: Today-ish. As we've demonstrated, time is not a fixed construct.
Warnings: Adorableness? Nothing high, considering there's childrens in the room.
Around 9:00 am- noon, eastern, in their defense- the trio appeared in Jack's room. The girls, usually full of energy, were sticking conspicuously close to their father. But once they reached the door and caught sight of Jack in the bed, they climbed out of the wheelchair Greg had opted for and rushed ahead, climbing on the chair near the bed, dragging a tote bag between them.
"HOWDY UNCLE JACK!" He wasn't facing them, so they weren't sure if he was awake. Regardless, he probably would be now. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|10:07 pm] |
Who Dame SIR Jack Dent, Julien and House
What Hauling Sir Jack's ass out of the mess he fell under
Where What used to be the grocery store down the street from Jules/Jack homestead
When After This
It was getting harder and harder to type and keep his eyes open and just focus for Jack and he was on the verge of giving up when he heard someone calling down his aisle and he looked up to see a bright light. Which really just pissed him off as he whimpered and flinched away from it, saying a raspy "Do fuck off with the lights, dear," as he felt dizzy from the efforts. A rustling followed, not helping his headache, and then there were the sounds of men and he blinked a bit. He was waiting for men. Greg and Jules.
"Jules?" He called, coughing slightly and whiping at his forehead, feeling very sweaty, though dismayed to find his sleeve come back with blood, "Oh, that stains," He muttered, laying back and looking at the ceiling, "Jules?" He called weakly, "Greg?"
Then the shelving unit that was on his arm shifted. Without warning. Jack was a screamer during films, and you could be damn sure he screamed when in pain. Letting out the loudest one he could imagine-and sadly, the girliest one in pitch, making his head throb-Jack finished it off with a pathetic sounding sob and a "Fuck off with the moving, too" before he curled up on himself and closed his eyes, trying to shut it all out and hope beyond hope Jules or Greg would arrive and save the day. |
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[Feb. 1st, 2008|12:05 am] |
Who: Karen, Reina and Sofia. (Later Tritter as well.)
Where: Kent and it's parking garage, or what'll be left of it.
When: Friday morning, about a quarter after seven.
Warnings: Scary situations, some mild cursing, I bet.
"Girls, I'm so sorry, I don't know how I forgot it." Karen was of course referring to her wallet, where her credit card was waiting to pay for them to get their hair done as she had promised. "This will only take a minute, come right into the office." She didn't care if that House gave her a hard time about showing up on her day off, today was about time with the twins.
Walking in, she moved to her desk and pulled her wallet from the drawer, where Robert had likely stuck it when he saw it on the desk, that dear. She smiled back at the girls and reached for both of their hands after saying and signing for Reina. "Ok, back to the car and off we go to get pampered." She took their hands, leading them down a series of halls until they reached the elevator, they had to go down two levels before entering the parking garage, just to get to the car quicker.
"So you girls excited? What do the dresses you brought look like?" |
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[Jan. 31st, 2008|09:55 am] |
Who: Shawn and Dr. Frilly Underpants Himself
What: An evening of fine wines and cheeses. Well, maybe the whine...
When: Last night before a certain mun fell asleep...
Warnings: Maybe language? Shawn has more sexual morals. Shocking I know.
Shawn sat at the far end of the bar nursing a drink while he waited for the Dragmeister to show up. A dive bar in LA suited his mood as of late pretty damn nicely. And it had to be LA cause even the dive bars in Santa Barbara were a tourists idea of heaven and anywhere else was a bit too far away to get home to teenage anchors in time. He liked Tess a lot... but boy was she some serious bad timing. And maybe a reminder of something that wasn't gonna happen now... |
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[Jan. 27th, 2008|09:06 pm] |
Who Jack, Jules, House and Ray (oh my!)
What A dinner party/meet and greet/'You dressed up as ladies and did what?'
Where The Jules/Jacky residence
When Sunday evening
Warnings So much Hugh, so little time. Mhm. Just reading the intro is raunchy. Or caesary. Or some other dressing...
In his arms were far too many bags and in his step was far too much bounce for a man lugging his weight and then some in groceries. However, Jack was in a marvelous mood; for not only had he had a lovely evening with Greg Friday night which had ended with a lovely morning with Jules after he stumbled in from the night with Greg, but he was having said Greg and said Jules finally meet one another and Jack would finally get to meet Ray. Since he was rather fond of Greg, he was looking forward to meeting the man that made Greg so very happy, or did in Jack's opinion at least.
Hopping to the door and placing down a few bags to unlock it, Jack sauntered into the flat with a loud and very Rickyesque "Juuuuulesy, I'm HoooOOoooome!" Before kicking the door shut and heading towards the kitchen, going on in his own voice, "And my Lord are my arms tired! Why did I buy so much? Trying to impress our new friends, I wager. How are you dear? Tell me a bit frisky because I know that doing the shopping always makes me a little bit keen for a spin," The groceries were on the counter with a thump as Jack sighed with relief, "Oh, that's heavenly." |
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[Jan. 26th, 2008|11:20 pm] |
Who: House and Ray. Imagine that.
What: Midnight Prayer.
When: Friday night, after his drag jaunt with Jack
Warnings: What does 2+2 equal? NC-17
"Please don't be up, please don't be up," Greg muttered a litany of the same to himself as he carefully shoved the door open, wincing when he heard the TV on in the front room. It had to be too late for Ray to have let the girls stay up. At least that would save them having to see him dressed like that.
Leave it to his 'new friend' to take the wrong bag of clothes with him when he was dropped off. 'Accidentally', he was sure.
Scrubbing a hand over his face, he gripped his cane and set a path for their bedroom, planning on not stopping until he was in their room, and blissfully naked. |
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[Jan. 25th, 2008|10:34 pm] |
Who: House the monolegged, and Jack Dent
What: Escapades; because they can, and House needs friends.
When: Now- so Friday Evening, California time.
Warnings: None yet, although with these two, copious flirting and questionable situations.
Greg had decided to err on the side of caution and take the Charger to Jack's apartment, revving the engine as he slid to a stop in front of his building, to try and get his attention. It was both showy, and prevented Greg from having to get out of the car and maneuver up the steps. Win/win. |
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[Jan. 20th, 2008|10:29 pm] |
Who: House, Ray, possibly Orlinda later?
What: Watching Paint dry- do you really have to ask?
When: Tonight, after Greg regains his mortal coil. Or something equally witty.
Warnings: Swearing. Smarm, and then likely smut.
After his rather rude awakening from his nap, once again one leg lighter, Greg had taken to lounging around in his- their- bed, playing away on his guitar. With no daughters around to disturb, he didn't bother turning the amp down, letting himself get lost in the music.
After a while, he got sick of answering messages, tossing his sidekick off to the side. If Ray wanted something, he'd have to do it the old fashioned way. |
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[Jan. 17th, 2008|01:09 am] |
Who Jack Dent And Greg House [The Mick And Keith of UTR, Y/Y? Aha.]
What Greg is blowing things up with his mind. Jack is naked. What CAN'T They do?!
Where Greg's place
When Wednesday evening
Rating/status Naked!Jack gets us up to pg-13 at least.../in progress!
( Dear Jules, went to Greg's to make sure he didn't blow up his face. ) |
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[Jan. 15th, 2008|10:58 pm] |
Who: Reina, Sofia, Greg, and Ray
What: Being rescued from the Naked
When: Tonight-ish
Warnings: The girls are nude. And if someone so much as looks at them, I have a feeling there will be violence.
( I'm cold, I'm naked, and I'm just plain scared! ) |
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