We got to... time after time [OPEN]
Characters: house_1_god_0 and YOU!!
Setting/Location: Streamdrab's saloon
Date & Time: Day 10, morning and not long after they've arrived
Warnings: ...It's House?
Summary: House is about a step away from destroying things in the Caravan to entertain himself, so he's off into the ghost town to find some musical instruments. f u doctor, there are instruments :|!!
House turned the ibuprofen bottle over in his hand in a rhythm. The pills clattered noisily against the plastic, but he didn't open it to take one. He had realized very quickly that his ibuprofen was a precious commodity that he needed to save. The sound of the pills was like a comfort, since he was chewing on some very bitter herbs that were supposed to do the same thing, but were only succeeding so far in making him retch. God, why did medicines have to taste so awful? Probably to make sure there wasn't more of an incentive for kids to eat all of mommy and daddy's pills, but still. House had no children in his vicinity to even think of eating his happy pills.
But when walking on cobblestone and uneven streets, he wanted to deliver a swift kick to the balls of Cid Amon even more. Hell, even just a thwack with the cane would make him feel better. For now, he was going to prove the Doctor wrong. Like hell there weren't instruments if there was communication. And in a ghost town, he knew just where to look.
He jerked the handle of the local saloon (it looked like a saloon anyways), but it didn't give. House gave it a few extra shakes for effort, but shrugged. But around in the back, there was an old, antique lock.
Too easy.
With the aid of his handy dandy paperclips, the lock fell off and House strode in. The dust was fairly heavy, but he saw what he needed right away. Piano and guitars in the corner.
...Wait, just how the hell was he going to get that piano out of here?
Setting/Location: Streamdrab's saloon
Date & Time: Day 10, morning and not long after they've arrived
Warnings: ...It's House?
Summary: House is about a step away from destroying things in the Caravan to entertain himself, so he's off into the ghost town to find some musical instruments. f u doctor, there are instruments :|!!
House turned the ibuprofen bottle over in his hand in a rhythm. The pills clattered noisily against the plastic, but he didn't open it to take one. He had realized very quickly that his ibuprofen was a precious commodity that he needed to save. The sound of the pills was like a comfort, since he was chewing on some very bitter herbs that were supposed to do the same thing, but were only succeeding so far in making him retch. God, why did medicines have to taste so awful? Probably to make sure there wasn't more of an incentive for kids to eat all of mommy and daddy's pills, but still. House had no children in his vicinity to even think of eating his happy pills.
But when walking on cobblestone and uneven streets, he wanted to deliver a swift kick to the balls of Cid Amon even more. Hell, even just a thwack with the cane would make him feel better. For now, he was going to prove the Doctor wrong. Like hell there weren't instruments if there was communication. And in a ghost town, he knew just where to look.
He jerked the handle of the local saloon (it looked like a saloon anyways), but it didn't give. House gave it a few extra shakes for effort, but shrugged. But around in the back, there was an old, antique lock.
Too easy.
With the aid of his handy dandy paperclips, the lock fell off and House strode in. The dust was fairly heavy, but he saw what he needed right away. Piano and guitars in the corner.
...Wait, just how the hell was he going to get that piano out of here?