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vicodin_snark (vicodin_snark) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-03 22:21:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, day 09, glados, gregory house, location: post office

WHO: Greg House, GLaDOS
WHAT: The doctor... doctors.
WHEN: mid-afternoon
WHERE: Post-Office
RATING: TBA.
STATUS: Active

Thank god for the pharmacy. He now know had a place to get his supplies and yes, he'd hidden things away so that he could find them whenever he wanted. True, he shouldn't be hiding drugs but he needed them and there weren't enough to satisfy his habit. Which was, soon, going to be a problem.

But for the time being, he'd just carry on. Always did and always would. He still had avoided the other Doctors, not wanting to get roped into anything. Yes, he would assist when necessary but this wasn't his thing. Cases around here weren't interesting. Nothing was the type that would draw his attention.

He hobbled through town as best as he could, passing what could have -- at one time -- passed as a post office. Then he saw... well. This was certainly going to fall under his definition of interesting.

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vicodin_snark
2009-06-18 09:31 pm UTC (link)

Oh come on, that had to get some sort of a reaction. House glanced behind him, as if expecting to see Cuddy or Wilson behind him and chuckling. House was firmly convinced this was nothing more than some vast conspiracy against him, trying to get him to swear off Vicodin completely.

Fat chance of that happening.

Curiosity got the better of House, however, and he headed over to the woman, crouching down as best as he could. This would be a bitch trying to stand later. But still, he couldn't resist looking at the legs and the gaping holes at the knees. "Outside of the fact that you have a hole, what seems to be the issue? There's nothing defective here holes notwithstanding."

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sarcasmquotes
2009-06-18 09:52 pm UTC (link)

GLaDOS blinked.

"The holes are the defects."

Her voice was plain. She was trying to decide if the subject would be worthwhile in engaging in one of her trials. She decided against it. It wouldn't do her any good to go and experiment on the first person who might be proficient in repairing her legs.

"Would you be able to fix them?" Her inquiry was bland, but she blinked, as if that might manage to make it seem a bit more heart felt.

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