007 ~ One hospital is like another [Action/Dictated]

[atadiscoverer]

[So, it's time for work!

And, after a long and complicated Métro ride into the centre of Paris, and a bus to the banks of the Seine, Dr. Carson Beckett finally finds Saint-Pierre Infirmerie, where he was supposed to be working as a locum A&E doctor. He flops in behind his desk, making sure his pager is easily viewable, should he be called to an emergency, and takes out his journal.]

So, who else is starting their first day in Paris without being able to read or speak a bloody word of French?

Aye, everyone here speaks English, but I swear they're bloody talking about me behind my back... And all the labels are in French, too.

((OOC: Feel free to come into A&E with some odd injuries, or to just bug him. Open for voice over journal, or action at the hospital. Also, happy to forward-date, if wanted. Carson is also on-call, so happy to accept random calls in the middle of the night, either by journal or phone!))

Comments

[atadiscoverer]

I don't bloody know...

[He goes back to staring at his pager for a few moments in silence, trying to remember Sixth Form French...]

It might be. All I know is how to order tea.

[stateofatrophy.livejournal.com]

[More trashing of Carson in French. The nurse jokes back, smacking House playfully on the shoulder as she leaves. House stares after her.]

She wants me.

[atadiscoverer]

[SUSPICIOUS EYEING]

If you say so.

[stateofatrophy.livejournal.com]

[Turning to face Carson.]

Why are you still in my office?

[atadiscoverer]

[Considering he's sitting behind a desk, that should be fairly obvious]

Apparently, we're sharing.

[stateofatrophy.livejournal.com]

I missed that lesson in kindergarten.

[atadiscoverer]

Oh, it's fairly easy to learn, I wouldnae worry too much about it. Keep to myself mostly.

[stateofatrophy.livejournal.com]

Good. You can keep to yourself in the janitor's closet down the hall.

[atadiscoverer]

Oh, I hardly think so. Besides, I'm down as on-call. I'll be out of the office most of the time.

[not budging, House.]

[stateofatrophy.livejournal.com]

[This means war. He looks up the number of an instrument shop nearby and dials it on his cell phone. One French conversation later, he's put an order in for an electric guitar.]

You allergic to shellfish?

[atadiscoverer]

No, I'm not.

[Carson's just going to be busying himself with some paperwork here. Quietly.]

[stateofatrophy.livejournal.com]

[He wraps up the details and bullies the teenager on the other end into delivering the purchases. Then he calmly hangs up.]

Ordered Chinese. I think.

[atadiscoverer]

Mhm.

[Nope, just going to sit here quietly and work. :|]

[stateofatrophy.livejournal.com]

[Go right ahead. House will set his chin on his clasped hands and just...watch.]

[atadiscoverer]

[Carson is fine with this. He's used to people gawking. And, then, his pager buzzes]

...There's a Msr Dogbite with a bad case of Maine Syndrome...

...What?

[stateofatrophy.livejournal.com]

Mr. Maine suffered a dog bite.

[atadiscoverer]

Probably him, then. I've got to take this.

[He gathers up the paperwork he was doing, before moving out to the door]

[stateofatrophy.livejournal.com]

[When you return, House will have an electric guitar. Which he's playing very well if very, very loudly.]

[atadiscoverer]

[That's fine. Carson's used to ignoring loud, obnoxious people. He just sits there at the desk, filling out more forms, occasionally digging out a French > English dictionary to help with the translation.

Not giving you the satisfaction, House]