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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[ostianespionage.livejournal.com]

*Regardless of where the description came from, it is in fact entirely accurate, within its own vague terms.* I happen to like my hair like this, thank you.

Anyway, it occurs to me that this is the third time I've actually run into you, and I never did catch your name. I'm Matthew. *I'd hold out my hand, but I'm not sure what would happen to it if I did.*

[canes-can-kill.livejournal.com]

Squinting in heavy thought, House tried to remember his name. When you were high out of your skull, this was actually a fairly hard task. He watched as the hallway gave him a clue in sprouting a mini building from the floor. "I think my name is House?" He said, but it sounded more like a question.

[ostianespionage.livejournal.com]

I really hope that's your last name. So, now I know you and you know me. Or at least who we are.

[canes-can-kill.livejournal.com]

That was entirely too much for House to take in right now, sounding somewhat philosophical and abstract as that comment did. He looked completely blown away. "That's deep," he slurred, swaying heavily and coming to rest his shoulder against the wall.

[ostianespionage.livejournal.com]

*Matthew is beginning to suspect that something's wrong with House. Alright, that's not strictly correct, he's suspected something was wrong with the man since they met, and something more than usual since the start of the conversation.* You think I'm deep, you should hear some of the magic-users I know. Especially Canas; man thinks too much for his own good, and I say that as someone generally all for thinking.