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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.))
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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Date: 2007-03-11 06:33 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2007-03-11 06:42 am (UTC)She scratches her head. "Maybe we should get a house elf to get a blanket for when he falls asleep...?"
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Date: 2007-03-11 07:32 am (UTC)"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?"
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Date: 2007-03-11 07:58 am (UTC)"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."
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Date: 2007-03-11 08:09 am (UTC)The other three players, if you count the nonexistent anteater.
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Date: 2007-03-11 08:13 am (UTC)"It looks like a rainbow vomited," he said solemnly. Reaching out and swatting at the anteater, he then snapped, "Don't EAT the board, Hitler!" Yes, he'd christened the anteater Hitler. It might have been because of the stylish square mustache.
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Date: 2007-03-11 08:22 am (UTC)The doctor was now apparently seeing Hitler. Hmmm. Looked like this medicine was giving him waking nightmares as well as waking dreams, though the idea of swatting Hitler like that was certainly entertaining. Whenever grown-ups read about Hitler in the paper they weren't happy at all.
Picking up a card, Ofelia moved her piece along the board, then sat back and waited for the others to have their turns.
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