but dogs can look up

[dr_conscience]

When; The afternoon into the evening of January 2nd... spanning sundown >:]
Rating; Rated G for Ghouls. Wait no. Let's say PG-13, maybe even R.
Characters; Anyone. EVERYONE. Get up in here!
Summary; A normal evening at one of the City's bars turns into Shaun of the Dead a ghoul attack.
Log;

[ While many of the City's denizens may have been growing gradually more anxious since the new year struck, a certain ominous paranoia closing in around them, life does not stop or even slow down for nerves. And without any tangible evidence of something amiss, it's easy for those who have been more actively occupied to bury themselves, all but missing the early warning signs of whatever may be closing in.

And so it is that one may find oneself out this evening, in the last hours of dusk before darkness falls over the City, unwinding over an after-work drink or grabbing an easy dinner. Of course, if one were to linger too long... | ]


[ Momentarily posting time divided threads, to indicate before and after sundown. Feel free to mingle before dark, or have your characters' ghoulish guests arrive after the sun goes down... ]

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MY HEART IS ALWAYS OPEN FOR YOU

[vicodincrutch]

The proof is in the taste.

[Which he is taking right now. Chew. Chew.]

Mmm. Wings. Beer. No game on?

[He's looking, really. Because as always these are pieces to a puzzle. It's a symptom. Wing between two fingers he uses it as a wand to point at Wilson.]

Why did you want to be alone?

[...because House was not invited. And it's not a date. So far the signs point to it not being a date.]

<33333

[dr_conscience]

[There's something about House following him and dissecting his actions that's... honestly kind of comforting. That knowledge that, no matter what crazy dimension they wind up in, some things really do never change.

Ever.

What also doesn't change is that he doesn't really offer a direct answer.]

I didn't actually plan on being alone. I just didn't feel like going home - here home - so I decided to stop in.

[He's a little more comfortable saying "I just didn't feel like going home" than he would be saying "I want to be in a populated public place because I feel paranoid for no apparent reason"]

<3 <3 <3

[vicodincrutch]

[Comforting and normal. What else is he to do? After all of these years the badgering and analyzing keep the jerk grounded. There's no logic or direction, no real sense of gravity. It's like tripping balls in Wonderland.]

The company of strangers.

[House talks with a mouth full of wing as he takes a gander around the bar. No person completely looks like Wilson bait. And no set of legs to solidify the date thing.]

I don't think you were going to bring me any of these.

[Wings again. So House waves at the bartender to get a drink of his own.]

Beer. Not shots. So you're not that depressed.

[dr_conscience]

[It's better than the company of his own paranoia?]

The ones I ordered for myself? No, I had been planning on eating those.

[Pause as he takes a sip of his own beer.]

I'm not depressed. I'm...

[A sigh, and he shakes his head.]

Something just feels off.

[vicodincrutch]

Are you eating enough fiber?

[That's his way of asking Wilson to be more specific. He already knows that his cheery, personable sidekick is having a sort of emotional crisis. What is yet to be seen because there aren't any clues.

He has been snooping though.]

[dr_conscience]

[The liniest of linefaces. He knows what the question is. It doesn't change that you get a lineface.]

Yes, thanks for the concern.

[So he puts the beer down, and he leans back.]

I don't know what it is, I just can't shake this feeling that something is wrong. It's an entirely irrational anxiety.