[ House is slowly returning to consciousness, groaning and reaching groggily for the bedside; he knocks the Tone off the table and onto the floor, where it activates. ] Hnhgh...

[ No one's seen him for over a month and now it might makes sense why; right in the middle of the street, there's a large rip right through the air and House falls through nothingness onto the cracked...to be a bad day. ] --- (( OOC: Guess who's baaaaack~ House was messing around with his guitar and pulled himself out of sync with reality. Or something. That's my reason why he was MIA for so long. )

[ Unaware the Tone is recording, House is air-guitaring a fairly good rendition of Break on Through by The Doors. He's moving slowly but without the aid of his cane; it can be seen leaning against the...you know. [ He sets the syringe -- now empty -- down on the table and the Tone is jarred a bit. It shifts position, allowing viewers to see the sleeves of a blue jacket with distinctive white piping. ]

[ The Tone has been placed upright, so House is visible in the screen with his tongue stuck in the corner of his mouth. He's working hard on... THIS ] Oh yeah ...

[ House has enabled the Tone to broadcast a very specific part of a conversation between he and Tony in order to troll a bit. This combined with the misunderstanding plot... ] --- TONY: "Would...that you've already considered the outcome means you've given it more than just a passing thought. You player you." --- [ and there the feed conveniently cuts back out -- TAKE IT AS YOU WILL ]

[ House is using his Tone to diagram some chemical compounds: After a while, he switches it to voice. He's been pretty cranky as of late, moreso than is typically House-like. ] Would one of...of you miscreants get mysteriously and violently ill so I can have something to do? Anything but Lupus, because it's never Lupus. ... what the hell, I'll even take a case of Lupus right now. Anything.

[ House doesn't carry the Tone around with him, has the habit of leaving it on tables or the bed or wherever it happens to fall when he's bored. Therefore it tries to be helpful by turning on at random...clawlike in the material of his pant leg and the other is clenched into a fist. ... bang... bang... House is thudding that fist against the wall, but other than that he's not making a sound. ]

[WHO] Some Assassin , A Doctor [WHERE] House's Room [ABOUT] Away from his Guild and in need of a checkup, Venom reluctantly goes to Dr. House. Discomfort ensues. [WARNINGS] None...be examined. He quietly wished he had his Guild's doctor on hand. At least that person was thorough and direct. No chatting, no nothing. Well, against his better judgment, Venom knocked on the door.

[ House is acting supremely unconcerned and playing on-screen with a paddleball (with some skill even) but he keeps glancing back at the Tone in a manner that belies him paying more attention to the incoming and posted messages ]

[he actually sounds quite annoyed] How am I supposed to autopsy feathers? It's not as though one of you brainless morons introduced yourself headfirst into a streetlamp, at least then there should be something worth picking apart.