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[30th consult; voice / action]
Jan. 17th, 2010 11:48 am[The sound quality of Wilson's voice, makes it clear that he's speaking in a room from behind a closed door, the device on the other side.]
We're not friends anymore, House... I'm not sure we ever were.
[There's the sound of a latch, and then a door opening... followed by a splash.]
What--
[Cue quite a bit of sloshing as the familiar phenomenon of a disoriented individual liberating himself from the fountain takes place. For anyone in the square, there is now a completely bewildered and drenched oncologist pulling himself over the ledge of the fountain. Not actually a new arrival, of course, but for all intents and purposes today, he may as well be.]
How-- where am I? Oh god, this can't be real...
[He's looking around for something as he stands; maybe the box of things he was carrying until a moment ago, maybe the former best friend he just told off, maybe just the hospital hallway he expected to walk into, but it's obviously not here. All there is, is Dr. Wilson pulling himself to his feet, out in the cold in a wet suit.]
[ooc: Wilson has just fallen into the City all over again, from the beginning of season 5. Selective memory loss likely to occur as a result of this curse; will remember any new CR and speaking to people, but not specifics of conversations which involve things from his future. Going out shortly, tags here (and backtags on Ferris' intro) later <3]
We're not friends anymore, House... I'm not sure we ever were.
[There's the sound of a latch, and then a door opening... followed by a splash.]
What--
[Cue quite a bit of sloshing as the familiar phenomenon of a disoriented individual liberating himself from the fountain takes place. For anyone in the square, there is now a completely bewildered and drenched oncologist pulling himself over the ledge of the fountain. Not actually a new arrival, of course, but for all intents and purposes today, he may as well be.]
How-- where am I? Oh god, this can't be real...
[He's looking around for something as he stands; maybe the box of things he was carrying until a moment ago, maybe the former best friend he just told off, maybe just the hospital hallway he expected to walk into, but it's obviously not here. All there is, is Dr. Wilson pulling himself to his feet, out in the cold in a wet suit.]
[ooc: Wilson has just fallen into the City all over again, from the beginning of season 5. Selective memory loss likely to occur as a result of this curse; will remember any new CR and speaking to people, but not specifics of conversations which involve things from his future. Going out shortly, tags here (and backtags on Ferris' intro) later <3]
