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citynet2024-01-17 10:53 pm
bitchndiagnosis) wrote in citynet2024-01-17 10:53 pm
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[ The video feed opens on a medium shot inside of an apartment. Straight down the barrel of the lens shows the middle of the living room. There is a brown suede couch that sits at the back of the wall. A mahogany coffee that stands right in front of it. On top of said coffee table is a paper cup with a plastic top lid.
There is silence for about two beats before someone’s voice speaks out from behind the camera. ]
Has anyone seen The Matrix?
[ An audible thump of a rubber stump, hitting against wooden flooring before it reveals a walking cane, then the source of the voice. Dr. House enters the shot, gripping the head of the cane in one hand, and a scrap of paper in the other. ]
“Denial is the most predictable of all human responses!” Or something like that. I was in it more for the guns and tight leather!
[ He wiggles his brows, settling himself on the couch. His cane leans against the arm of the seat. ]
And here I was hoping my delusions would’ve at least upgraded my television to HD. Too much fuzz around Keanu Reeve’s bee-hind.
[ Ah, well. C’est la vie. You might ask yourself, “Who is this man?” or “What’s his deal?” Well, let’s get on to brass tax — ]
Which brings me to my next question: How does a medical doctor find themself in an unnamed city with no hospital in sight? [ A beat. Brows raised. ] Now I really know my psyche is messing with me. Wished for my clinic hours to go away, but they’ve taken all the fun stuff away? That doesn’t sound like me at all.
[ He shakes his head while donning the fakest wry smile. ]
Ah, well. Really hope no one gets seriously injured. That’d be a darn shame.
[ With that, he grabs the head of his cane and jabs the device. The feed doesn’t go off. Rather, the device falls back with the camera lens facing the ceiling. ]
Oh, you’re going in the dumpster first thing in the morning.
There is silence for about two beats before someone’s voice speaks out from behind the camera. ]
Has anyone seen The Matrix?
[ An audible thump of a rubber stump, hitting against wooden flooring before it reveals a walking cane, then the source of the voice. Dr. House enters the shot, gripping the head of the cane in one hand, and a scrap of paper in the other. ]
“Denial is the most predictable of all human responses!” Or something like that. I was in it more for the guns and tight leather!
[ He wiggles his brows, settling himself on the couch. His cane leans against the arm of the seat. ]
And here I was hoping my delusions would’ve at least upgraded my television to HD. Too much fuzz around Keanu Reeve’s bee-hind.
[ Ah, well. C’est la vie. You might ask yourself, “Who is this man?” or “What’s his deal?” Well, let’s get on to brass tax — ]
Which brings me to my next question: How does a medical doctor find themself in an unnamed city with no hospital in sight? [ A beat. Brows raised. ] Now I really know my psyche is messing with me. Wished for my clinic hours to go away, but they’ve taken all the fun stuff away? That doesn’t sound like me at all.
[ He shakes his head while donning the fakest wry smile. ]
Ah, well. Really hope no one gets seriously injured. That’d be a darn shame.
[ With that, he grabs the head of his cane and jabs the device. The feed doesn’t go off. Rather, the device falls back with the camera lens facing the ceiling. ]
Oh, you’re going in the dumpster first thing in the morning.
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Anyway, if someone dies here, they just come back to life, so better healthcare than what you'd get in most places, unless your name happens to be Lazarus.
Dunno what happens with anything that doesn't fall under the 'lethal' category though, so it looks like you might have your work cut out for you, doc.
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[ Beat. ]
Gee. Maybe I am hallucinating after all. One too many whacky shrooms and now I've got Bugs Bunny phoning in.
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[ BOOM. ROASTED. ]
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So, juvenile banter aside, I take it you're new to our lovely little city?
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[ There's something about stumbling into an unknown city that kicks his curiosity into high gear, but also his rebellious streak. Being told that he's here for an indeterminate amount of time rubs House the wrong way. Not without a reason. ]
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So you might want to brace yourself for the inevitable disappointment.
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You can copy and paste that to the Great Old Oz.
[ The latter is more for the "people upstairs" if/when they're monitoring their messages. ]
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Unless, of course, you have a plan? In which case, by all means, share with the class.
Well, not here, on the network, that's probably being monitored.