muse_pens: Diary Entry

[PRIVATE DIARY ENTRY]

I've had a really shocking week at work, so to say I'm looking forward to my days off is a fucking understatement. We had multiple traumas come through the OR and then found myself shoved on the Clinic roster when a rampant gastro bug went through a lot of the staff. Thank fuck it seemed disinterested in me. I had being sick. I'm not built for it. The week was topped off by the typical aggravations from House, who still won't give me the result of the blood tests... blood, which he stole from me. The bastard.

I'm meeting Rogue halfway between Princeton and New York. I've booked a pretty decent little hotel for us that I ensured had room service before I handed over my credit card. I think it's exactly the sort of stress relief I'm looking for. The thing with Rogue took me completely by surprise (literally, we shagged the first time we flirted), but I find myself drawn to her. We just clicked and there is something about her that keeps me begging for more. We have loads of fun together, the sex is unbelievably hot, and she seems to just get me. I couldn't really ask for more and wouldn't want to.

If we manage to pull of our plans as we intened, it's going to be a very satisfying and relaxing weekend, indeed. Then we can seriously get to planning that trip to London... The London Eye and double decker buses. What more could a tourist ask for?

(Rogue used with annamarie_rogue mun's permission)

Muse | Dr Robert Chase
Fandom | House, M.D.
Words | 254

(ooc: I plan on writing regular diary entries for Chase from now on for muse_pens, revolving around any and all things going on in his muse life. If I want to reference your muse, I will ask permission first, of course.)

the_bigshow: LOL Macro

SECTION I: GIVE US A PICTURE

1. Do an LOL Macro of your muse, using netspeak.

( Chase haz srs bsns... )

Muse | Dr Robert Chase
Fandom | House, M.D.

Pinched from various

( 50 Questions Meme... )

makeyourlist: Hungover

makeyourlist: Make a list of things that make you feel better when you're hungover

- Promising to never drink a again
- A good spew or ten
- Complaining
- Moaning
- Cursing all alcoholic beverages
- Hiding in bed
- More complaining
- Whining to someone how either cares or doesn't (it doesn't matter, just so long as you can whine)
- The cold tiles on the bathroom floor and/or the cold rim of the toilet bowl
- Sticking my head under the cold tap
- Deciding dying is a good option

[ADULT] Halfway to New York (RP with annamarie_rogue)

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Another conference, this time Chicago (RP with r_vecchio)

Chase had found that his new position got him out of the hospital far more than he expected. When he took the surgical job, he figured he'd be stuck in the OR 24/7 and gradually fester away until it got too much and he wanted to jump back into something more in line with his speciality (or Diagnostics). But since he'd started, and now no longer under the umbrella of a fellowship, he'd discovered he was one of the only surgeons on staff not married or without kids. Meaning he tended to get thrown to the lions den when someone from Princeton Plainsboro had to be a representative at surgical conferences.

This was how he found himself in Chicago, literally sent on the spur of the moment with promises of double time pay for the time he was away. He didn't, however, intend the trip to go down the shitter at a rapid pace. He'd been driving his hire car back to the hotel when the car in front of him had suddenly slammed on his breaks, causing Chase to go up the car's arse and bang his head on the steering wheel. By the time he'd stopped, realised his head was bleeding, the car had in front of him had fucked off into the distance and it was only then that Chase realised someone was lying in the middle of the road.

He'd witnessed a hit and run.

He now found himself sitting in some interview room in some cop shop in Chicago with a fucking pounding headache, blood all over it shirt and harbouring a frankly extremely shitty mood. He scowled at the table top, wishing the cops would bloody get their arses into gear and come take his statement so he could go back to the hotel and pass out.