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

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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Chance's eyes narrow. Later, remembering ('I'm Dr. Greg House, and I'm completely high!'), she'll laugh, but right now she doesn't see anything funny at all. A protective hand on Ofelia's shoulder, she says, "The hallway's its same old self. Dr House means he's taken something that makes him feel funny. A drug, probably."

"The hallway is not flat," House replies, sounding rather insulted. And indeed it's not, to his eyes, because there are some rather interesting mountain ranges growing just a little bit down the hallway. "I took a potion, I think," he slurs, swaying and bracing himself against the wall with his shoulder. "And it was orange. And it's raining! Indoors!"

"Oooooh!" A medicine, then. Ofelia nods sagely, feeling like she understands now. "Doctor House was feeling sick, and so he took some medicine. And it must have been on of the medicines that makes you see things as well as making you feel better."

She looks up at House again. "What was the potion for, Doctor House?"

Impressed by the little girl's levelheaded reasoning, Chance is nonetheless unconvinced by Ofelia's faith that House must have had a good reason for getting high. "He may not be able to give a coherent answer," she cautions Ofelia.

Had he been sober, House might have been able to give a decent answer. Something about how he was experimenting with pain relief potions and ended up putting something he probably shouldn't in there. Or he would have lied, which was more likely.

"I can't walk!" He declares instead, sounding inappropriately happy about this fact. "And I think I have a peg-leg. But I'm not sure. I don't think I'm a pirate."

Ofelia tilts her head to one side. "I don't think you have a peg leg," she says seriously. "Because you're wearing shoes. I don't think a shoe would fit on a peg leg. And pirates wear eyepatches and go 'Aaaarh!' so you mustn't be a pirate."

Yeah. Definitely incapable of a coherent answer. "He could have a prosthetic leg," Chance points out, "but I really don't think that's what's going on here." She looks up at House. "Dr House, did you get high intentionally, or is this an unforeseen side effect?" Not that she expects a coherent answer to that, either, but maybe he'll say something she can half-decipher, and if he needs help she might consider doing something about it.

Oh, wow, maybe he wasn't a pirate! He didn't have the eyepatch, so he must not be! That was a relief - somehow. House wasn't exactly sure why.

And now the older woman was asking him questions about whether he intended to get high or not. Ironically, this was the one time he hadn't been trying. "Nope!" He answered, popping the 'p' sound in an exaggerated fashion, inadvertently giving a negative to both answers. "The plants all look alike." There was her answer; it was just a mix-up. He might have provided more, if he hadn't looked at the to his left and seen an enticing looking door. Mumbling, "Oooo, pretty," he promptly turned around and tried to walk through the door, and ended up just walking into the wall.

"Are you alright?" Ofelia asks, somewhat concerned. The doctor just walked into a wall, that can't be good. "There's not a door there, but I could make you one," she adds helpfully.

"He's seeing things that aren't there," Chance reminds Ofelia. "Like the crocodile. If you made him a door, where would it lead?" She's not entirely certain Ofelia has control over these doors she makes with the magic chalk. She imagines House blithely stumbling into the Pale Man's lair, and shivers a little.

Rubbing at his forehead, House scowled at the door. "Doors are hard," he complained loudly, placing his hands flat on the wall and attempting to push open the door. "It's taunting me!" He looked very sad at this fact, and then turned to Ofelia. "You can make it open? I want to go to Candyland!"

"If I draw and open the door, it goes where I want it to go," Ofelia explains to Chance, then looks at House with wide eyes. "Candyland...? I don't know any place called Candyland. How about I make a door to Ravenclaw?"

"Do you live in Ravenclaw, Dr House?" It was a fair guess. Most doctors wound up in Ravenclaw. If Ofelia could draw a door that would get this guy safely into his own room, so much the better.

"No Candyland?" House asked woefully. If he'd had a nice, regular childhood, all his childhood notions would have just been shattered. "And noooo," he grins stupidly as he elongates the word, "Not Ravenclaw!"

These people are trying to take him somewhere! But House is having fun right where he is, thank you very much, so he begins to slide along the wall, hollering "The rain has stopped! I must make it shine! For the people!" as he does so.

Ofelia just stares at House in bemusement as he sidles along the wall. "But it wasn't raining."

She scratches her head. "Maybe we should get a house elf to get a blanket for when he falls asleep...?"

"That's a good idea." Chance approves. "Maybe the house elf can kind of keep an eye on him."

"I don't like the Elephant Man!" House suddenly proclaimed, staring at them wildly. Anybody that knows him would understand this, in his habit of calling the house elves miniature Elephant Men. His mood shifted again, and he grinned brightly at them both. "The cows don't say moo anymore! That's a good thing!"

"Elephant Man?" Ofelia is getting more and more confused. "What's an Elephant Man? Why is it good if cows don't say moo? Aren't they supposed to say moo?"

Chance thinks she may be developing a bit of a headache. "Honey, the Elephant Man was a famous person with a very serious disease. We can find a book about it in the library." She looks around and snaps her fingers for a house elf. "A blanket for the good doctor, please." Inspiration strikes: "Oh, and a game of Candyland, if you can find one."

"Augh! The Elephant Man!" House plastered himself up against the wall when the house elf arrived, looking almost comically horrified of it. "It wants to steal my clothes and clean them and eat my cane and take all my pens! My PENS!" Speaking of, where was his cane? ...And why did he have a cane in the first place? House was so confused.

Ofelia couldn't help it, she giggled at House's reaction to the house elf.

"That was what he meant -- the house elf," she says. "It isn't such a good idea to have them keep an eye on him, then." She looks up at Chance. "What is Candyland?"

"It's a board game," Chance replies, pointing at the box the house elf left just before said elf beat a very hasty retreat. "Have you played board games before?"

Breathing an over-dramatic sigh of relief once the house elf had left, House squinted at the board game that had suddenly appeared. He'd never played Candyland, so he had no idea what the board game even was - all he knew was that it had fantastic colors. Better than the ones he'd been seeing in the hallways!

"Can the anteater play?" He asked, pointing to the anteater on the floor. "I don't know if he likes board games, but he's an ace at dart throwing."

"Of course he can," Ofelia says absently, sitting on the floor and opening the box. Taking out the board, she set it up on the floor and began unpacking the cards and playing pieces. "How is this game played?"

"I haven't played it in a very long time," says Chance, also sitting on the floor. She'll be damned if she's going to leave a little girl alone with a drugged guy who walks into walls and thinks he sees invisible anteaters. Unfolding the instruction booklet (http://www.hasbro.com/common/instruct/Candy_Land__(2004).pdf), she reads the basic rules to the other two players.

The other three players, if you count the nonexistent anteater.

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