[texting, email, camera, video capabilities]

You've reached a number that has been disconnected and is no longer in service. If you feel you've reached this recording in error, go with it. Hang up. On three: One, two...

[if anyone actually knows what phone he has in the series let me know :] Leave the method of communication in the subject~]

So House was bored and a bit twitchy, not epileptic twitchy but more a finger twitch. He swung his feet over onto his desk, pulling out his cell phone and clicking in a text for Sylar.

where u at

[filtered from Sylar]

Giselle, I think there's something only you could help Sylar with. He really always wanted to go to a ball, a real ball, but he just can't admit it out loud. It took me a while to get him to admit it but I think you can help him.

I'm counting on you.

[Private to Sylar]

Giselle wants to see you.

When Gregory House woke up that morning he had to pause, shaking his head against the sudden feeling of... but it was gone. His usually obsessive mind didn't even give the feeling a second thought as he limped into the kitchen, cane swung over his shoulder as he settled himself against a counter.

"No don't worry." He called out to the apparently empty room, opening the refrigerator for the milk. "Wheaties, breakfast of champions and doctors who spend their days saving lives from the impossible." He took a drink from the milk only when he was sure he was alone before turning to seek out a bowl. "No need for warm human food."

Yes, it was a normal morning.

[a sudden start to a very cut off view of House, head mostly cut off, standing in his office. His guitar is hooked up and in his hands, already in the middle of a song.

He begins the solo (about 5:01), eyes closed, obviously into the music and pretty good at that. He turns his torso and suddenly his fingers fumble over the strings, a loud screech of sound as he leans forward, hand at his leg. For some reason he stares at the trash can for a very long moment before settling back onto his desk, pulling out a pill bottle and popping off the top.

A dart of his hand and he swallows a pill, expression resolute but with a certain bitter edge as he shuts the bottle.]

[ooc; right after the end of ep 5.16]

It was a quaint neighborhood, suburbia USA with a few white picket fences and a satellite dish to boot. The rather gruff man with a cane and his teenage companion stuck out like sore thumbs, which didn't help matters when the disagreeable looking cripple began dragging the kid to one of the friendly porches.

Worse still was when the man pulled out what appeared to be a paperclip and began working on the door's lock.

With the scrape and clink of metal and cheap office supply House worked, a man with a mission, brow furrowed in concentration.

Cuddy we're going shopping. Meet me at Wilson's car.

Thirteen, I have a new job for you- [whatever he was going to continue with is disrupted by the irritated growl of a cat. There's a shuffling and the sound of a zipper being closed up.]

Wilson, I said that wasn't cute. Cuddy will get jealous.

[loudly] Wilson! I'm taking bets. Who would win in a wrestling match, 13 or Cuddy? [cue some very annoyed sighing in the background and maybe a muffled 'can we focus on the case?']

13 has the spunk but Cuddy's used to slowly choking the life and dignity out of men - I imagine 13's close enough depending on what mood she's in that night.

[cue another muffled comment from a male voice and then more irritated comments before House's voice sounds again, more distant.] You guys are so unprofessional.

In the end it really wasn't House's fault. He had been doing his clinic duty, like a good boy, and it just so happened the cabinet was out of a rubber gloves. Now, he couldn't go spreading his germs around could he? Who knew where he had been. And the nurses were probably too busy filing their nails and reading Cosmo to be bothered. So he grabbed up his cane and went out, intent to get some more.

It also wasn't his fault he had found something much more interesting on the way.

About forty minutes, a mall pretzel and a copy of 'Soaps Weekly' (he read and then left dog eared) later he had returned, the package secure under his arm. An elevator ride and he was on the balcony overlooking the clinic reception desk. He laid himself stiffly on the floor, laying on his stomach and pointing his new toy, a nerf sniper gun of some sort, at the back of some big wig board member leaving the hospital's head.

Aim, fire.

House rolled away as the man turned to look around, stopping to stare at the nerf dart with a perplexed look as House himself got equally perplexed looks from people walking by. He went back into position after the man left, this time aiming to find Cuddy and shoot one into the front of her shirt. He was a hunter in wait.

[the video clicks on with his cell phone falling to the floor and opening. Why video you ask? Because I'm spicing things up. Everyone gets to see House hobbling down a hallway where several groups of people getting ready to leave as clinic hours close before stopping.]

Who here has been using the pens by the desk? [Nearly all the clinic patients raise their hands, looking around at each other nervously as House turns enough for the camera to catch his grim expression. One woman speaks up.] Is everything ok?

[House turns again so his face isn't seen but whatever is on it makes everyone begin to squirm uncomfortable.]

Oh it's nothing really, one of the interns just got admitted for blennus and we think he dropped one of his pe- never mind, it's probably nothing.

[This causes a mass outburst from the people questioning him while the nurses look at each other, trying to remember what 'blennus' is but too proud or scared to ask in case they should just know.

House turns, beginning to hobble away as he addresses one of the nurses.] Oh don't worry, it's normally characterized by excessive sweating and overheating in early stages.

[The clinic bursts into movement as there is a mad swarm to the desk, House from the video's view from the floor walking off with a smug look on his face. He stops and turns to notice the phone, picking it up and shutting it off without a thought.]

[ooc; this is so cuddy doesn't go to Tony's drunken parties :|b looking out for you bb. Also 'blennus' is the latin word for idiot :| ]