taxonomites | 003 [Visual] [Location: PPTH]

House has kept himself out of trouble. More or less. He was more intent on figuring things out than pestering the other 'locals.' Even if this place is just an elaborate hallucination, that's not about to stop him from solving this grand puzzle brought before him. It wasn't long after his arrival that he found, that incredibly the Hospital was here too. Much to his joy, he found it empty(though he had to check Wilson's office just in case... not that he misses his ~~only~~ best friend or anything.).

Before long, the Visual function activates. He does his best thinking with an audience. The visual shows House in the conference room/2nd office. He has written a number of possibilities of what this place is on the white board. He's sitting back in a chair as he points with a cane to each item on th board as he says them, "Hallucination -- The most likely option I might add. The afterlife--" that part already has a line through it, "Ruled out due to lack of evidence of a mythical place full of love, peace, happiness and free hookers where we all go after we die," said in the most sarcastic and condescending way he could managed.

"So! Other possibilities. Go."

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"Hookers?" Giles looked at his tablet, then raised his eyes upwards briefly. His hopes of what heaven was certainly didn't include cheep meaningless sex.

"While hallucination is possible I lean in favor of an alternate dimension."

"Yes, free-hookers." Clearly, House has his own idea of Heaven, if it were to actually exist that is.

"Alternate dimension..." House doesn't seem to find that any more likely than Heaven. "Do you have some sort of.. I don't know, evidence to back that idiotic theory up?"

"Well that makes all the difference," Giles says dryly, of the free hookers. Of the people he would chose to meet on the other side... He shakes his head.

"Plenty of secondary evidence in the form of manuscripts and other documents that back up the theory of alternate dimensions. However I have no such proof that Toxon itself is an alternate dimension."

Brigitta has been watching all of that with a rather amused eye, the bit about the hookers even gets a chuckle from her... She doesn't mind, in her days a man was considered a wimp if he didn't go to at least one prostitute before the age of twenty.

"Your theory is that we're all hallucinating as a group?"

"No," said in an annoyed fashion, "That I am hallucinating."

"...Unfortunately I don't really feel like a hallucination" Brigitta rolls her eyes just slightly, it's probably not that noticeable if you aren't watching her really closely.

The blonde Jedi Knight peers at the middle aged man, offering, "Maybe not the afterlife, but perhaps another plane or state of existence."

House almost glares at the screen. Actually, scratch that, he is glaring. "In the land of impossibly and crazy, yeah. Maybe."

Never mind that this place is impossible and crazy.

"Kidnapped by aliens," Ianto replies without hesitation. It would be deadpan, but... well, it's the possibility he's been looking into since arriving in Taxon, and he's yet to give up on it.

"You did not just say that," it was enough to get House to sit up. "Seriously? Aliens?" He maybe disbelieving but he is interested... vaguely.

"I believe I just did," he responds evenly, though he does raise an eyebrow.

"So you've considered the afterlife, but not aliens? Given the arrival chamber, aliens does seem the more plausible of the two."

And have a fellow doctor, raising a brow here, just a little bit appealed. Even the old men, around here, have rights to act like space cooks, it seems.

"Dear god, man. What kind of case of megalomania does it take to think that this is all your elaborate hallucination?"

A none-too-chipper sigh and a roll of eyes, before he rattles off, "Unless your fever's through the roof, or you've been mixing your drug intake, or some kind of physiologic disorder, y'ev got the wrong diagnosis, there."

If House has the right to act like he does. It's a right he abuses to its up most. He gives a more amused look at other doctor, "Megalomaniac is one of my pet-names."

"Gee, you must be a doctor or something," he takes the opportunity to pop a pill or three. He rattled the bottle then set it on the table.

"Little long for a pet-name, doesn't really work for lovey-dovey small talk." Quipped back, snorting silently at the secondary statement.

"Or something. Judging by your dosage there, and the fact that you can swallow dry-- let me take this moment to exercise my medical expertise in saying, yeh' might just be hallucinating after all."

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