Owls to House and Santa

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( The envelope is covered in chalk )

( Dear St. Nicholas, Santa, Santa Clause, Father Christmas or whatever alias you are using now--unwarded owl )

Talk of Lobster; Closed RP and Owls

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( You'll be the thing/You'll be the pain/You'll be the star/You'll be the road, rolling below/The wheels of a car/And all of the thoughts, oh god/Don't know if I'm strong enough now/You'll be the thing/You'll be the pain/You'll be the/Catalyst )

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( Duck to Perry )

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( Duck to Sirius )

Dr. House goes on 'vacation'

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((OOC: I'm going to be away in London/Paris/Bangkok until the 12th of January, and I'm not going to be able to get a lot of internet access, so my pup's taking off for the unknown!))

House hated the holidays. He hated the sudden cheerfulness that everybody seemed to adopt, hated that all sins seemed to be forgiven for a week or so, hated the ridiculous commercialized Santa and all the schemes to squeeze money out of everyone from the rich to the single-mother surviving on a diet of Spaghetti-O's and crack.

He especially hated the present giving. Not that anybody actually tried to give him things, really, but it took too much effort to grouch at the few people that expected something from him. House had no idea why they expected anything from him, it wasn't as if he radiated holiday joy and the spirit of giving.

Which is why he decided to up and leave for three weeks, to a place that he knew would be a lot less festive at this time of year. House didn't send out any owls to inform anybody that he was leaving, no notes, he didn't tell anybody in person, and he'd timed his escape very carefully so that he wouldn't run into somebody in the halls.

And with surprising silence and stealth for a man with a cane, House was gone.

Ambassador Kosh Naranek, "Babylon 5"

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A strange, imposing figure glides into the Sorting room and glances around incuriously. When it speaks, its voice is deep and sonorous, its words accompanied by a strange babble of fainter, incomprehensible voices.

( The avalanche has already started. It is too late for the pebbles to vote. )

I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. K.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. K.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers encounter suit in a bunch. K.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Yes.