Open RP: Wherein Potion accidents result in... happiness?

[canes-can-kill.livejournal.com]

When you're stuck in a castle with hardly any interesting medical cases and a slight tendency to be self-destructive when you're bored, trying to make advanced potions ends up being a really good idea. Especially when you've never tried to make a simple potion, because everything is that much more dangerous and unpredictable.

He'd tried to make some kind of pain relief potion, which he thought had turned out okay. So, it was an obscenely bright orange when it was supposed to be dark blue. That didn't matter. In the end, taking some of it sounded like a good idea, at the time.

Except for the fact that he'd mixed up one of the ingredients. Instead of fluxweed, he'd used Ipomoea violecea (more commonly known as the "beach moonflower"). To House, it didn't seem all that weird when the walls suddenly turned blue and a giant elephant started dancing with an anteater on top of the tables. It was pretty funny, actually. And naturally, the only reaction when the anteater walked out of the room was to follow it.

With a giggle that could only be termed as 'explosive', House started wandering the hallways to follow the anteater - caneless, and it was kinda weird that he couldn't walk properly. But these things matter not to a man when he is following a purple anteater. Life was great! And he had a mission, here, after all.

((Be warned; you may get hugged or talked at a lot.))

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[jewboy-wonder.livejournal.com]

Was that... giggling?

This school got stranger by the moment, Wilson swore. Whenever he ventured around it, he seemed to meet strange people. There'd been that Jilly girl, drunk after some party (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1076926.html?thread=53900734#t53900734), there'd been some strange woman, giving him Ben and Jerry's ice cream (http://jewboy-wonder.livejournal.com/643.html#cutid1) and... well, pushing him towards switch-hitting, and... now giggling? Probably some drunk person, out of Ravenclaw. Or something. Possibly not drunk, and on something else. This place was a practical frat house - it was infectious - he wouldn't be surprised.

He rounded the corner, ready to size up whomever said inebriated person was and... "House?" ...Without a cane. ...Giggling. ...It was like seeing a dog walk on its hind legs. What? This was... strange. Very strange. "Greg... what are you doing?"

[canes-can-kill.livejournal.com]

He'd been having to clutch onto the wall to actually walk, which was proving harder than expected. House had no idea why he didn't seem to be able to walk like normal people did. The anteater had temporarily vanished from sight, but the beaver was providing enough entertainment. Who knew that beavers could wear hats? But, hey, it was Wilson!

"Jimmy!" House cried gleefully with a loopy grin, limping forward and throwing his arms around Wilson, making the poor guy hold up most of his weight. Wilson's sweater was changing colors, but he didn't care. "Jimmy makes me happy," he announced to nobody in particular, but maybe it was worth a mention to that flying pig hovering outside of the window. House glared at it from over Wilson's shoulder. "Shut up, flying pig, I can too be happy," he slurred.

[jewboy-wonder.livejournal.com]

What.

The bloody.

Hell?

Okay, first of all, he was being hugged. Hugged. By Gregory House. He didn't think those words could even GO into the same SENTENCE, let alone occur towards Wilson. Honestly. House was giggling and clinging to him like the was the answer to the universe and... Wilson was just confused. So, so very confused. Just... and... What?

"Flying pigs?" he asked in a voice that couldn't be described as anything but a plain-out squeak, just out of pure shock towards this whole situation. He staggered about under the onslaught of weight House had just thrown onto him, but didn't fall over or anything. Yet. "Are you... on something? What the hell are you... talking about?" Did Lily's pain meds go screwy? Or did he just flat-out take some really good LSD or something?

[canes-can-kill.livejournal.com]

Tightening his arms around Wilson, House glared once again at the flying pig. It wasn't going to steal Jimmy from him, not if he had anything to say about it. He didn't care if it did have a mean looking rope sort of thing. "You're not getting Jimmy, flying pig!" He warned, briefly pointing menacingly at the pig and then going back to tightly gripping the shirt at Wilson's back.

"I... didn't take anything," he continued, squinting in thought. "I don't... think. But that doesn't matter!" He grinned, resting his chin on Wilson's neck. Bah, was he over-heating? Maybe it was the fire on the wall next to them, but Wilson didn't seem to mind it, so maybe it was that magical fire stuff. "Nothing matters when Jimmy's here!"

[ostianespionage.livejournal.com]

*Well, will you look at that. It's the grumpy doctor whose name I never did find out. Matthew sneaks up behind House.* Boo.

[canes-can-kill.livejournal.com]

Fortunately, when you're so high out of your mind, nothing scares you. Not even the threat of giant cats devouring your face - which, thankfully, House had not experienced yet. He hadn't quite gone into the realm of bad trip yet.

So he turned around and tried to frown at Matthew, but it came out looking more confused. "Just because the Bull told you that you have great hair, it doesn't mean that he's right!" House looked at the green bull that was lurking next to him. "Stop doing that, you'll make everyone start putting butter in their hair," he frowned.

[ostianespionage.livejournal.com]

What's wrong with my hair? Butter?

*Matthew appears to address the ceiling at this point.* Dear St. Elmine, the man's a loony. *He smiles wryly.* And I'm not sure it's an improvement, frankly.

[canes-can-kill.livejournal.com]

"It's all..." House made a vague gesture with his hand, though what it was meant to convey, it wasn't entirely clear, "...Upwards. And backwards." He wasn't actually hallucinating anything on top of Matthew's head right now, so his description may have just come from... well, who knows, really.

[ofelia-moanna.livejournal.com]

After settling in with Chance in Ravenclaw, Ofelia decided that since she was Sorted into Gryffindor, she should find out where it actually is. Plus, exploring the castle is an added bonus. It's not like it matters if she gets lost, or anything, she can just draw herself a door back to Ravenclaw if she gets desperate.

She expected the castle to be odd. She expected strange people to be wandering the corridors. What she didn't expect was to see a man limping along, clinging to the walls and giggling insanely.

"Hola? Senor?" she asks cautiously. "Are you alright?"

[canes-can-kill.livejournal.com]

Stopping in his tracks, House looked down with very wide eyes, clutching onto the wall for support. Man, his leg really wasn't working. Weird!

"You're very short," he commented, looking somewhere over her shoulder. "And that crocodile on your head doesn't make you look any taller. Crocodiles don't add to height," House nodded decisively.

[ofelia-moanna.livejournal.com]

"I'm a child," Ofelia says. "Children are always shorter than adults."

At the talk of a crocodile on her head, she looks up, patting her head. Stranger things have happened, after all. "I can't see a crocodile anywhere..."

[canes-can-kill.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Wow, that was a bit much for House to take in right now. Even though he was, you know, a doctor and he should have known that. The hallucinogen had definitely taken most, if not all, of the higher levels of knowledge from his brain right now.

But she couldn't see the crocodile? Huh, strange. It was fairly clear to House, even though it was warping a bit and shrinking in size. "Maybe it's a magic crocodile," he confided in a stage-whisper.

[lilypotter60.livejournal.com]

((I...literally cannot resist this. *dies*))

Lily was thinking about Sirius heading towards the Library to daydream about Sirius to get some studying done before she went to see Sirius went to put in some hours in the Hospital Wing. As such, her mind was on Sirius absorbed with her research; one thing Lily was not expecting was to run across a stumbling, giggling House.

Blinking, Lily stared for a moment. "House?"

[canes-can-kill.livejournal.com]

((Wilson will be tagging in after this :D))

House was happy right now, even if the floor was currently bubbling and making it very hard to stand on. He could remain standing by clinging to Jimmy, which is what he was currently doing (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1210120.html?thread=61725704#t61725704). And then Lily turned up! He knew, because he could see her over Wilson's shoulder, and he didn't think she was a hallucination. If she was, she was doing a pretty good job of it.

So he let go of Wilson long enough to swing him around to face Lily, and then promptly plastered himself to Wilson's back, arms around his stomach and chin on his shoulder again. "Look, Jimmy, it's Lily!" He announced happily. "Lily. Lil. Eee." Heh, words sounded funny, especially when they made colors in the air. "Lily. Ylil. Can I call you Ylil?"

[jewboy-wonder.livejournal.com]

Wait. What?

Wilson was being turned around before he could protest, yanked hard against House again as arms wrapped tight around his frame again, and they were slowly working back into asphyxiating again. Well, less asphyxia now and more... Heimlich Maneuver. The slightly paranoid, extremely helpless look on Wilson's face looked... incredibly justified, at the moment.

"Uh. Yeah," he replied slowly, giving Lily a weak wave and looking so terribly awkward in House's arms. House was still giggly and cuddling and... had his chin on his shoulder as he tried to figure out how to pronounce Lily's name. The wide-eyes look Wilson shot Lily back could be seen as nothing other than, 'HELP ME.'

[lilypotter60.livejournal.com]

"Only if I can call you Sehou," she responded, grinning madly. Oh, this was hilarious. "Looks as if someone found a little bit of a happy potion, yeah?"

Moving forward, Lily considered the two. "What the bloody hell happened?" she murmured to Wilson, eyeing House. "Is he...giggling?"

[tomowildcat.livejournal.com]

((Collision approved by House-mun. The vodka made me do it.))

"WEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHA--" *CRASH*

Today's lesson: Some kind of magical(?) slippery floor wax + a bored Tomo = a noisy cheering blur literally bouncing off the walls like a pinball as it skids uncontrollably down the halls.

Said blur has no traction, no tact, and no brakes to speak of to keep it from crashing smack into the unsuspecting man with the cane at full speed.

[canes-can-kill.livejournal.com]

Well, being on the floor certainly made a change from staggering along the hallways and giggling. For one thing, House could totally see the roof from here, and it was rather cool. Who knew that you see the stars through the roof? Awesome.

"Ow," he slurred, trying to see what had knocked him over. "That better not be you, anteater. You made me believe I couldn't touch you!"

[tomowildcat.livejournal.com]

"I'm okay!" Tomo announces the second they crash. It's getting automatic at this rate.

Her head pops up at House's exclamation. "Anteater? What anteater? Is it a zombie anteater?" She tries to stand up, but slips and lands on her behind. Rinse and repeat about three more times, and then it occurs to her to take her wax-greased shoes off before getting up. "Whoa! That was AWESOME! Hey, you okay?"

[degeneratewolfe.livejournal.com]

Valentine, meandering about the halls, smiles blissfully at the limping, unkempt man. Clearly, this is either a madman (hopefully one of the interesting kinds) or someone who can't properly handle his drugs and/or alcohol. Either way, he's a bright spot of entertainment for the moment. "My dear man, you seem to be having a wonderful day."

[canes-can-kill.livejournal.com]

"I am having a wonderful day!" House agrees happily. It's probably a good thing he's hallucinating this guy a lot shorter than he actually is (which means he's staring somewhere around Valentine's knees), otherwise he might have started on a bad trip about vampires. "This is better than drugs!"

[degeneratewolfe.livejournal.com]

"Better than drugs? May I inquire as to what you're on, then? And if it's sufficiently amusing to me, would you mind sharing?" If it was anything less than undiluted atropine, Valentine is going to be very disappointed.

[coxinsox.livejournal.com]

Cox was walking along, minding his own business. Obviously, that was not going to last. In fact, it lasted about exactly as long as it took for him to spot House limping along the corridor, cane-less. Curious, he loped over to the other doctor. "Hey, baby," he cracked. "Someone finally do you a favor and steal that ugly piece of crap thing you've been gimping around with?"

[canes-can-kill.livejournal.com]

The length of time that House stared at Cox's hair would have been bordering on inappropriate if he weren't hallucinating. But when you were seeing the world through pinprick-pupils, and when said hair was currently a writhing mass of snakes, then it was perfectly justified.

"You're a Medusa Man," he slurred, clutching onto the wall for support. "I don't know if you should come near me. Are your hair-snakes poisonous?"

[coxinsox.livejournal.com]

Cox stopped immediately and stared at him, his eyes going wide with the infamous what in the hell did you just say to me? expression that his interns had come to know and fear. "What in the hell did you just say to me?" he snapped, then leaned in, squinting at House. "Are you high? Wait, wait." He pulled back, shaking his head exaggeratedly. "Nix that -- stupid question. What I should have said was, how high are you, and I~'m guessing the answer is very."