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Vas Captio Mods (vas_captio_mod) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-12 09:23:00

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!complete, day 15, experiment, gregory house, rose tyler

Experiment: House and Rose Tyler
Who : Doctor Gregory House and Rose Tyler
What: Minding the shadows
Where: An undisclosed location
When : 8:34 AM, Day 15
Rating: PG-13

Status: Active

Look what you have here, Doctor House! We've given you your own cheeky, curvy, blonde Londoner to oggle. And you, Miss Tyler? Well, we've given you another doctor! Unfortunately, there are other things you both should concern yourself with, yes? The room our pair wake up in is lit by a single, flickering bulb from the ceiling. The walls appear to be wet, as does the periphery of the floor before whatever is dripping down the walls flows very neatly down the drain. See, we do care about you!

The pair are leaned very neatly against one another on a single folding chair. From where they are, they'd have to take a minium of four steps to get to the wall. At various points against the walls are a smattering of mirrors. Some as small as a compact, others full length, others more ornate and decorative. Some are smashed, some are cracked, while some are fully intact. Mind those mirrors, darlings.

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jeopardysfriend
2009-07-12 02:30 pm UTC (link)

Rose had it in her head that she had to get back to Satellite 5. She couldn't sit back and wait, not knowing, ever, what happened there after she left. By the time that year reached her own time, she'd be long dead. He'd done too much for her, for the entire world, for her to just abandon him when he needed her most.

But how to get back there was beyond her. And her mum and Mickey were tired of hearing about it, she knew. She'd only been back for two days and already she was going mad. And she knew, if she sat back and did nothing, she'd go mad quite literally, too. She had to get out of that house. What Rose hadn't planned on was stepping out the door of her flat and everything going black. No one heard her scream because there simply wasn't time.

The first thing she saw on waking from her foggy haze was herself. She jumped with a start, but discovered at that moment that she was very much not alone. And not only the thousands of reflections of her blurry-eyed, fuzzy self that she saw. An older man was at her side, tired-looking and just as reflected as she was. He was, however, a complete stranger and Rose would've jumped away had she not been so close to a fragmented piece of glass ready to shatter at the slightest touch. "Oh hell, oh hell, oh hell," she mumbled, curling her arms around herself. Her mind worked a thousand miles a minute trying to think of what to do next. What would the Doctor do? Dammit, he should've been there. He never should've sent her away, even! She couldn't call to him, not with him thousands of years away and in a life or death situation. Not that she could call to him anyway. One pat of her hooded-jacket showed her that her pockets were empty, including her beloved Super Phone.

Hesitantly, she glanced at the men beside her. It was too strange being curled up with someone she'd never seen before, and she got to her feet. She couldn't move around much, but she could at least not be brushing shoulders with a complete stranger.

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vicodin_snark
2009-07-13 06:44 pm UTC (link)

After a long moment, House finally opened his eyes, lifting a hand to shield his eyes from the flickering bulb. It was bad enough waking up on what felt like an exam table but it was worse to be on one that felt like it was about to induce a seizure of some sort. No, no exam table, just a hard folding chair. that was even worse. Yes, House had been drinking the night before but that was nothing new. And he'd taken a dose of vicodin before bed, with a scotch chaser. Also nothing new.

So why the hell did his head hurt like this and where the hell was he?

Slowly House pulled himself into a more comfortable sitting position (if that was possible), rubbing his aching leg and elbowing the girl beside him in the side. While marginally better than his makeshift cot, sleeping on something this hard was not the best thing in the world for him either. Fucking hell. Where was this place!?

"So who are you?" he asked unceremoniously when she stood.

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jeopardysfriend
2009-07-13 07:09 pm UTC (link)

"Ought to ask you the same thing," Rose sputtered, tightening the hold she had on herself. First she'd blacked out or whatever had just happened, then she woke up in something that looked like a Fun House gone wrong, and then she'd been unceremoniously elbowed by her oh so kind companion who couldn't even utter a proper greeting. Men. All the same.

Then she'd noticed his accent.

"You're American." It was much more a statement than a question. Though Rose supposed he might've been some other nationality with a strong emphasis on short vowel sounds and annoying tugs at the ends of words. Still, he wasn't from London, that was for sure, and seeing as that's the last place she remembered being, he didn't belong there.

Wincing, she turned her eyes back to him when she realized how disturbing it was looking into those endless mirrors in the eerily red room. "Name's Rose, since you so kindly asked. Wouldn't a better question be, where the hell are we?"

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vicodin_snark
2009-07-14 05:45 am UTC (link)

"You can ask, doesn't mean you're getting an answer," House shot back, past the point of being amused where things were considered. No, he wasn't going to be helpful and no he wasn't going to be nice just because the girl was cute and speaking with an English accent. House wasn't so easily swayed by things.

"You're British," he retorted. "Yes, American. Because picking out someone's nationality through their accent is one hell of a piece of detective work blondie."

Well, she gave him her name, may as well be a bit civil. "Doctor Gregory House. Don't bother asking where we are. Not like any of us know. Though the surroundings are new."

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jeopardysfriend
2009-07-14 06:12 am UTC (link)

Rose rolled her eyes, attempting to glance around the room once more. Was that a shadow behind her? No, no, these awful lights were just playing with her head. Right? Oh, God. She shouldn't have left Satellite 5. Might've been better to die than to ride this out with Mr. Personality.

"Well, Doctor House, the name, in case you missed it? Is Rose. Not Blondie. Let's work to remember that, yes?" Bad mood? Rose? Perhaps a little. She was used to near death experiences. Being driven insane was another story entirely. She was also used to crotchety old men, but the Doctor at least helped people. This...well, doctor, didn't seem the least bit helpful.

Shaking her head, she flinched as the hundreds or thousands of mirrored Roses shook theirs, too. "Any of us? Who would 'any of us' be?" That meant there were more people there. But it was only the two of them in the room. Two of them and several fragmented reflections.

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vicodin_snark
2009-07-14 06:32 am UTC (link)

It wasn't in House's job description to be either nice or helpful. He was an ass and he knew it and there wasn't a damn thing anyone could do to change him. Maybe if he got off the vicodin he'd be a tad more personable.

Naaaaah.

"Rose. Blondie. Whichever," he said with a shrug. Not that he really cared. House turned, catching sight of something in the mirror behind himself, but when he looked there was nothing there. Now that was just odd. House shook himself and resumed rubbing his leg.

"Any of us. Those of us here in this place. Hell-hole, really," House said, though he was sure he wasn't making much sense to her. "Place is known as Vas Captio. But all I know is they like to fuck with us here. Whole group of people all trapped. But like I said -- rooms like this are certainly new to me."

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jeopardysfriend
2009-07-14 06:06 pm UTC (link)

Smartass. That's what he was, Dr. Smartass. She figured she'd commit that one to memory. In fact, she rather liked that, and if she ever got the hell out of there, she'd have to tell Mickey. He'd get a kick out of it, too.

"When I'm getting fucked, I like a little more pleasure for myself out of it," Rose retorted, looking the stranger square in his bright blue eyes. He'd probably be pretty hot for an old guy if he'd shut up for a minute or two. Or at least smiled.

She took careful steps around the room, trying desperately not to touch anything with any part of her body that wasn't her feet. This was too weird. "How did they...we all get here, then? I mean, I don't even remember being dragged off anywhere or anything." That was probably obvious to the man near her, but she refused to accept that. This couldn't be considered normal, not to anyone.

Then, a moment later, she noticed his repetitive action. And Rose, being Rose and the compassionate type, couldn't exactly ignore it. "Are you alright?" she asked, nodding down to his leg.

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vicodin_snark
2009-07-14 06:58 pm UTC (link)

Smartass was only one of House's many irredeemable qualities. He also answered to jackass, pain-in-the-ass and any other combination of nouns and adjectives that could be combined with 'ass'. Wasn't his fault, it was just the way he was and when one was as brilliant as he was, he could certainly afford to be a pain. People would always come to him no matter if he was kind or a bastard.

"Clearly you've never been to Vegas," House replied dryly in response to the getting fucked bit. He gave her a look that said he knew exactly what he was talking about even if he hadn't ever done that scene himself. As he said: everybody lies -- including Gregory House.

At that, House shook his head. "No one knows. One moment you're one place, the next another. I was in the middle of staring at Cuddy's breasts and the next minute I was here." Which was a damn shame. They had been particularly perky that day too.

House rolled his eyes skyward. "Let's see how good your powers of deduction are. I'm groaning, and rubbing my leg. Let's see......." He let the word hang in the air for a time. "Yep. Perfect. Just fine. Couldn't ever be better!"

Gregory House was an asshole.

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jeopardysfriend
2009-07-14 07:17 pm UTC (link)

For a moment, Rose wasn't sure whether to laugh or to slap him, or perhaps to take one of those shards of mirror and slash his eyes out. Christ, if she had to get kidnapped on a day like today, couldn't they have at least stranded her with someone relatively pleasant? "This is so not my best day ever," she grumbled, more to herself than Groucho over there.

"Guess that'll teach you to be a chauvenist pig, won't it?" Rose scoffed, annoyance evident in her voice. "No woman needs to be stared at. At least, I'm assuming Cuddy is a woman, or else you're into manboobs. Don't get me wrong, if you're into guys, that's totally okay, but no one ought to be staring down manboobs."

Ah, she was definitely back on her game. Her experiences from the last couple of days hadn't entirely killed her good humor. Well...sense of good humor, maybe.

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vas_captio_mod
2009-07-16 04:55 pm UTC (link)

You wouldn't need to blink or twitch or look away. Because everywhere Rose and House looked they'd see it.

Right there, right behind your shoulder, standing on the other side of the room, an almost impossible to identify figure. Were they hanging in the shadows? Was that even possible. Go ahead, peek over your shoulder, nobody there; but, when you see the mirrors on the other side, you'd see that they were still there, lingering, and watching. Too bad you can't see their face because they're smiling a very toothy grin, right at you, Rose Tyler!

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jeopardysfriend
2009-07-16 05:48 pm UTC (link)

Rose was the first to notice the figure. Possibly because she was doing everything in her power not to look at the smarmy bloke sitting beside her. What she'd thought was a shadow previously seemed to creep back up, but this time she could make an outline. Male, she thought, but what if it wasn't? She'd seen plenty of things that looked like something they actually weren't. Slitheen, for instance.

Slowly, so as not to disturb the figure, Rose turned around. And nothing. "What?" she whispered in shock, then glanced back at Dr. Smartass. She held up a finger, the international sign for 'give me a minute'. At least, she hoped it was international, as she was going to have to use her multi-lingual skills with this one. She took several slow, cautious steps along the wall, breathing slowly, attempting to channel every ounce of courage she had. Most of it had been left there, on Satellite 5, but Rose was certainly no chicken. She reached out a tentative hand, touching the mirrors, trying to find a door.

There was, of course, none to be found.

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