[Wilson squints as he watches House's charades explanation.]
So not only do you magically rise from the dead here, but your body also magically heals itself? How is that...? [He stops himself. He should know by now that asking how things are possible around here is just a waste of time.
Four? You're kidding. Just because the typical rules of death don't apply here... [Wilson sighs. There's no point in lecturing him.]
You've gotten lucky. Really, really lucky. From what I've heard, revival after death isn't all that likely and it's a far cry from a guarantee. [Thanks for the tip, Alfie.]
Do me a favor and quit getting yourself killed, alright? The last thing I need is for you to wind up permanently dead. At least stick around for my sake.
[House bristles. And this is why he doesn't tell Wilson things. There's a part of him that's already been thinking he's going to have to be less reckless - if only moderately so - with Wilson turning up. 'For my sake,' hits particularly hard. For his sake. When House has already seen anomalies that look like Wilson. When he's the one House had seen in that thing underground.
He looks away and makes a dismissive waving gesture. This is too complicated a conversation to have when he can't actually speak or write.
And there's the matter of the Joker... House knows he's probably not going to come out of that alive, but maybe he'll have his Vicodin.]
[Wilson sighs. It's tough to remember that this version of House isn't the one that made his life hell over a pissing contest with Tritter, or that got Amber killed. How that's possible, he's got no clue, but that's how it is. Wilson can't even remember where their relationship was at back before that second Stacy disaster, and on top of that, House has apparently been here for months. It's a lot to navigate.
He pinches the bridge of his nose and goes quiet for a moment.] Sorry. Sorry. I'm sure dying isn't exactly fun. Just. Be careful, please? I doubt the rest of us have a chance of getting out of this mess without you, O Great King of Puzzles.
[House sighs and rubs the back of his neck. He pulls his pill bottle out of his pocket and shakes it before pointing to himself and making a walking motion with is fingers.
Wilson had asked, before he died, what he was doing. Technically this is true. He's going to get his meds. They just happen to be in the possession of a psychopath.]
[The name gets House's attention. He points just off to the side of Wilson and then mimes taking notes, taking pictures. His infogolem, Wilson. Is she collecting info?]
[House rolls his eyes. Ugh! No speaking or writing is incredibly inconvenient. He thinks for a moment, then grabs his notepad. It's about half a minute later that House is showing Wilson a very sketchy version of Ecks' face. She's wearing a very vacant expression. He taps that, then sets the notepad aside before pointing to himself. Next, he goes through a series of mimes that would probably only make sense to Wilson... if Wilson still remembers House's original team well.
He puts on a disinterested expression before mock tossing his hair like a super model. He moves straight into clasping his hands up close to his neck and fluttering his eyes before looking so concerned and sighing. And he'll round it off with brows furrowing into an incredulous look, mock-shouting and throwing his hands up.
Chase, Cameron, Foreman.
House picks up his notepad again and flips to another page that shows a fairly accurate drawing of the outline of Alaska. And then he flips back to the picture of Ecks.
[It takes Wilson a moment, but then he remembers that House would've still had Foreman, Chase, and Cameron around if teaching that class is the last thing he remembers.]
So you've somehow recruited her. That makes sense, I suppose. She's an interesting one. Seems useful, too.
[He makes a so-so motion regarding her 'usefulness.' House picks up his pad again and shows Wilson his map with the tunnels to the east filled with question marks. He flips back to Ecks' picture. She's the info source that ran off before. The one he was complaining about.
Aha, she's supposed to be gathering intel for you. She did keep talking as if she had instructions to be here. You know, this may be a revolutionary idea but, you could always join the expedition if you're so eager to know what's in here.
[House purses his lips, reaches for his pills and rattles the bottle again. Drugs are more important when he can get info from afar and join up later, Wilson. Do you know nothing about him?]
[Well, that's better than nothing, at least. Anyway, he knows he's just being pissy because he's still adjusting to this madness. Having a goal of some sort would help, but "explore" is a little too vague to take the edge off his anxiety.]
Okay. I guess I'll see you when I see you, then. Be careful, please? [He does his best not to sound condescending.]
[House just rolls his eyes, gives a mock-enthusiastic thumbs up, and shuts off his tablet. He's not planning on dying for at least a few weeks, and that's only if it's unavoidable.]
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So not only do you magically rise from the dead here, but your body also magically heals itself? How is that...? [He stops himself. He should know by now that asking how things are possible around here is just a waste of time.
He sighs.]
So this is your second time dying, then?
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Uh huh, sure. How many times, House?
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He holds up four fingers.]
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You've gotten lucky. Really, really lucky. From what I've heard, revival after death isn't all that likely and it's a far cry from a guarantee. [Thanks for the tip, Alfie.]
Do me a favor and quit getting yourself killed, alright? The last thing I need is for you to wind up permanently dead. At least stick around for my sake.
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He looks away and makes a dismissive waving gesture. This is too complicated a conversation to have when he can't actually speak or write.
And there's the matter of the Joker... House knows he's probably not going to come out of that alive, but maybe he'll have his Vicodin.]
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He pinches the bridge of his nose and goes quiet for a moment.] Sorry. Sorry. I'm sure dying isn't exactly fun. Just. Be careful, please? I doubt the rest of us have a chance of getting out of this mess without you, O Great King of Puzzles.
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Wilson had asked, before he died, what he was doing. Technically this is true. He's going to get his meds. They just happen to be in the possession of a psychopath.]
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He puts on a disinterested expression before mock tossing his hair like a super model. He moves straight into clasping his hands up close to his neck and fluttering his eyes before looking so concerned and sighing. And he'll round it off with brows furrowing into an incredulous look, mock-shouting and throwing his hands up.
Chase, Cameron, Foreman.
House picks up his notepad again and flips to another page that shows a fairly accurate drawing of the outline of Alaska. And then he flips back to the picture of Ecks.
She's part of his team here.]
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So you've somehow recruited her. That makes sense, I suppose. She's an interesting one. Seems useful, too.
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Make sure she does her job this time, Wilson.]
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Okay. I guess I'll see you when I see you, then. Be careful, please? [He does his best not to sound condescending.]
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