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To the freaking janitor of Jersey,

In answer to your posed questions: there are no limits to how oft or much it can be used, save for its wielder yielding to strain; it cannot act upon the same target as another instance in any way. The attempt feels fruitless opposed to merely ineffectual. As such, I judge it impossible to combine or enhance with its own like.

May knowing serve our greater purpose,
Sir Galahad

[ A sheet of papyrus is shoved under the door of House's room. Will has already tapped Mary to help spread some ideas, so House gets the call up for information spreading.

Avoid being sociable for the win. ]

Notes from the street.

Can confirm that the natives have no knowledge or experience of the deadly bird attack our Complex suffered. When I inquired if they had seen or heard anything they looked at me as if I'd fallen and hit my head.

Additionally, when I described the creatures, the natives appeared to be ignorant of any knowledge of them. Again, I got more than a few looks that suggested my sanity was in question.

This was something localized to us.

W.Graham.

PS: This papyrus is expensive. Use it for any return messages.

Edited 2018-06-28 01:56 (UTC)

[Delivered to the clinic, with no name for the recipient or the sender, will be two sheets of parchment.

On the first is a drawing of the compound with the notes they'd discussed plus several other suggestions.

The second one has a drawing of a covered pully design.

Both of them have a scale measurement on them considering they're drawn large enough that even someone without his reading glasses can make them out.]

Will had booze and a guilty conscience. The former was carried along in an attempt to address the latter.

He had been saving up his small share of the clear brandy being made by the distillery for awhile now. It was a stash he used at night to help him get to sleep, but after wrestling with his conscience, he picked up the container, along with a couple of clean mugs and headed down the hallway.

He owed House an apology.

Perhaps not for having yelled at him after the fact, but for dragging the man across rough ground in the first place. It had been done without thought, and Will recognized that it had been a bad decision.

Stopping just outside the door, he took a couple of breaths and tried to sort his words, before eventually reaching up and knocking awkwardly on the door frame.

"House?"

"Okay, but what I really want is you telling me that I will get some fierce badass battlescars from this."

Ezekiel strolls into the clinic and flops down on one of the stretchers, working to get the top of his tunic out of the way to reveal the various injuries from his near-disastrous encounter with the creepazoid zombie Bambis. Just your regular check-up to make sure you, well, didn't literally die from a stupid scratch.

He sits, cross-legged, giving House one of his patented shit-eating grins.

"Summer's almost here. And I bet the next party is just around the corner? I need something to show off!"

[Outside of the Complex, there's no screaming, there's no shutters slamming, no voices of the dead whispering. At least not unless he heads over to that damn bridge. But the Baths of Titus? They're quiet. In so much as any public building is going to be quiet. It's late, close to closing time, and there aren't many people still there. Non in the bath he's secluded himself in. House is lounging in one of the hot baths, just letting his aching muscles soak, when he hears the telltale clack of wooden sandals over to the heated floor.

The doctor opens one eye and glances over to see Olivier making her way through the bathhouse. He calls out to her.]

Hey, Major General, heading my way?

[House still doesn't know quite what to make of that scene in the infirmary, but he knows that they're still on for sex, and that's... really all that matters. Probably.

Maybe.]

((Continued from here!))

[It's getting harder to focus with her riding him, but House heard a challenge in there.

He's aware that if he goes too rough, he'll leave marks and get yelled at for that. But if she's urging him on, that means she approves of a little bit rougher, at least. House sits up, sliding one hand around her back so that he can use Olivier as a grip and haul himself halfway up. He keeps one hand on her breast, pressing down and massaging with more vigor. He brings his mouth to her other breast, teeth going to her nipple this time and biting down. It's already red. No one's going to notice a mark there.

Probably.]

letter, left by the acta diruna;

Post Strix Attack - Letter

a few days after their "introduction"

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For Olivier

Continuation for Olivier