[House sounds like he has an incredibly bad cold when he replies.]
There are monsters banging on the windows, I've had to listen to Hale sobbing about her sister all day, and I haven't had my meds for more than 48 hours. Make this quick and interesting or I'm hanging up.
I've been talking to Rydia about her experience overnight in the funeral home morgue. I'd like to hear about yours, fir comparison. And yes, it needs to be now.
[Quick and to the point. If House is ill, Beckett, strangely enough, can sympathise.]
[Direct he can do. It's easier to fall into a monotone of reciting fact, anyway, rather than actually letting himself relive the emotions.]
Felt like I kept needing to get out until lockdown. Things cooled off after that. No idea when exactly, but hours passed. Some sort of noise started, a mechanical humming. Lights came on about five minutes later, the body lockers opened and the bodies pulled out. A panel in the wall opened and some sort of giant mechanical worm monster thing popped out. Something was moving around it. Lights were too bright to see well.
[And he'd been bleeding out of his eyes, but he'll leave that out for now.]
Bunch of guys wearing plague doctor masks - the ones with the beaks - turned up. Passed out after that.
[And died. Probably choking on his own blood. Again, that goes unsaid.]
You've got the whole picture now. Anyone else asks, I'm sending them to you.
[Because that's easier than dealing with them, himself.]
[That puts them on the same page. Isn't repression great?]
Plague doctors? [That certainly stands out.] Rydia hasn't mentioned those. The light and the body lockers opening must be real, I've seen that myself. But what came after must have been at least part hallucination. A little bit of vindication for you there, I suppose...
[It isn't likely to give House any satisfaction right now and he knows it. Better not to try maybe.]
I need more details on the monster. You say it was a machine?
[Beckett is absolutely right. There's no satisfaction in it. There's nothing but the taste of copper in his mouth, screeching mechanics bursting his eardrums, nausea, pain, some of it remembered, some of it real.]
Probably a machine. Who the hell knows? Big, ugly, pushed out of the wall. That's all I've got. Like I said, the lights were too bright. The noise picked up, too. Enough to break Greystone and Epps' audio feed.
[Please try to imagine what that must have been like for the person in the room who couldn't get that relief, Beckett. Now please don't ask him anymore questions he doesn't have answers for.]
[Oh, he doesn't need to imagine. He was as close to being there as possible without dying. He's heard. The screaming, the sound of someone being broken. And if he stops asking questions now, he'd not have gotten nearly enough out of it.]
It did the same to my tablet - the audio feed and the screen. White, then red, then nothing. [It doesn't even occur to him that House may not be aware at this point of his and Rydia's little adventure. He's too focused on what he needs. What he needs.]
What makes you think it was a machine? There must be a reason it made that impression.
What do you want me to say? [House finally snaps.] I saw the gears turning and the wires sparking? I don't know. It just looked like a machine. Everything here is a goddamn machine.
[There's a brief pause.]
If I didn't see the same thing as the chick, then it was probably a hallucination. I saw a machine - I was expecting to see one. She saw whatever she saw - probably what she was expecting.
[Yeah, he heard from Steve and went to check the archives. And that realization means they both died for extremely minimal real information. Wonderful.]
[He can snap all he wants, Beckett refuses to be daunted. If they have little information, they need to squeeze it for all its worth.] I want you to say as much as you can. Anything. Rydia also described what she saw as mechanical, even if the other elements were different. My theory -
[He pauses himself, a little abruptly. He wasn't ready to share his and Angel's theory with anyone who wasn't directly involved, but - well, House is as directly involved at they come now.]
My theory is that the people of this town have discovered something that was beyond them and attempted to use it, only to lose control. I thought it was a supernatural entity. If it is a machine, that changes my entire thinking.
Jesus Christ! Have you been following along with any of the information so far? MN poisoning. It's a medical thing. NIMA. Medical thing. Spiders and Sasquatch. Robots.
Aren't you some sort of urban fantasy vampire? It's a freaking sci-fi show we're trapped in, not fantasy.
I'm ever so sorry to break this to you, doctor, but this is not a show. In the real world - welcome to it - medical and supernatural are not mutually exclusive. A machine might still have some magickal elements. I don't know. I won't know until I know more about what you saw, if you decide to put down your episode guide and tell me.
The real world that's closer to my world than yours. We don't have magic, Beckett. We have science and technology. No magical elements. Drugs? Chemicals? Sure. Monsters from the depths? No.
Frankly, you don't know what you have. Humans in my world - perfectly capable and intelligent humans - have lived for thousands of years with no knowledge of my kind. And either way - [he takes a breath in through the nose. Calm down. Talk sense.]
Either way, I hardly think you know more about robots and whatever it is we have here than you know about the supernatural. So let's both try to get past our biases and look at what's there, not what we're used to seeing.
House has no shame. What is this concept you speak of?
What's there is a giant freaking machine that kills you and brings you back to life. Or at least the kills you part. Maybe he's got buddies that handle the 'back to life' part. It sucks. It hurts. I'm hanging up unless you have something to contribute here. I'll get back to you once I have my meds, R.L. Stein.
[House just grunts noncommittally before shutting off his tablet. It's probably more of an indication of how broken he is than he'd like. He doesn't have the energy to pretend at the moment.]
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There are monsters banging on the windows, I've had to listen to Hale sobbing about her sister all day, and I haven't had my meds for more than 48 hours. Make this quick and interesting or I'm hanging up.
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[Quick and to the point. If House is ill, Beckett, strangely enough, can sympathise.]
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Felt like I kept needing to get out until lockdown. Things cooled off after that. No idea when exactly, but hours passed. Some sort of noise started, a mechanical humming. Lights came on about five minutes later, the body lockers opened and the bodies pulled out. A panel in the wall opened and some sort of giant mechanical worm monster thing popped out. Something was moving around it. Lights were too bright to see well.
[And he'd been bleeding out of his eyes, but he'll leave that out for now.]
Bunch of guys wearing plague doctor masks - the ones with the beaks - turned up. Passed out after that.
[And died. Probably choking on his own blood. Again, that goes unsaid.]
You've got the whole picture now. Anyone else asks, I'm sending them to you.
[Because that's easier than dealing with them, himself.]
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Plague doctors? [That certainly stands out.] Rydia hasn't mentioned those. The light and the body lockers opening must be real, I've seen that myself. But what came after must have been at least part hallucination. A little bit of vindication for you there, I suppose...
[It isn't likely to give House any satisfaction right now and he knows it. Better not to try maybe.]
I need more details on the monster. You say it was a machine?
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[Beckett is absolutely right. There's no satisfaction in it. There's nothing but the taste of copper in his mouth, screeching mechanics bursting his eardrums, nausea, pain, some of it remembered, some of it real.]
Probably a machine. Who the hell knows? Big, ugly, pushed out of the wall. That's all I've got. Like I said, the lights were too bright. The noise picked up, too. Enough to break Greystone and Epps' audio feed.
[Please try to imagine what that must have been like for the person in the room who couldn't get that relief, Beckett. Now please don't ask him anymore questions he doesn't have answers for.]
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It did the same to my tablet - the audio feed and the screen. White, then red, then nothing. [It doesn't even occur to him that House may not be aware at this point of his and Rydia's little adventure. He's too focused on what he needs. What he needs.]
What makes you think it was a machine? There must be a reason it made that impression.
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[There's a brief pause.]
If I didn't see the same thing as the chick, then it was probably a hallucination. I saw a machine - I was expecting to see one. She saw whatever she saw - probably what she was expecting.
[Yeah, he heard from Steve and went to check the archives. And that realization means they both died for extremely minimal real information. Wonderful.]
NOW WITH THE RIGHT CHARACTER >_<
[He pauses himself, a little abruptly. He wasn't ready to share his and Angel's theory with anyone who wasn't directly involved, but - well, House is as directly involved at they come now.]
My theory is that the people of this town have discovered something that was beyond them and attempted to use it, only to lose control. I thought it was a supernatural entity. If it is a machine, that changes my entire thinking.
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Jesus Christ! Have you been following along with any of the information so far? MN poisoning. It's a medical thing. NIMA. Medical thing. Spiders and Sasquatch. Robots.
Aren't you some sort of urban fantasy vampire? It's a freaking sci-fi show we're trapped in, not fantasy.
omg House are you genreshaming him
He is TOTALLY genreshaming
FOR SHAME
Either way, I hardly think you know more about robots and whatever it is we have here than you know about the supernatural. So let's both try to get past our biases and look at what's there, not what we're used to seeing.
House has no shame. What is this concept you speak of?
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I'm going to speak with Angel about this. She has theories of her own. Would you like to be in the loop? I'm being exceptionally considerate here.
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[He'll even leave out calling Angel by a nasty name. Isn't he considerate?]
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I'll tell her you said so. I'm sure she'll be relieved.
[And after a moment, because hella broken actually:]
Thank you. Try not to die anytime soon.
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