[Shun appears on the Plane dressed in long flowing black robes trimmed in gold. He's shaking very badly and appears to be scared. Very, very scared and highly unnerved.

This can't be happening, it isn't possible! I'm not him...why do they think..?

[ooc:Experiment Start ]

{House is sitting at his fairly cluttered desk, flipping a tennis ball in the hook of his cane idly with his feet propped up. Of notice on his desk are bone marrow biopsy tests, which are negative, and a blue folder labeled "TYLER" with just a few notes inside, it looks like.}

Female, 26, tonic clonic seizure. History of fatigue and a retinal vein occlusion two years ago. Took ecstasy about five hours before the seizure, according to Thirteen, placing two women, one of them my employees, together at about 3 A.M.. The patient rates Thirteen a seven, which is much more interesting than the probable cause of, unsurprisingly, drugs.

{He almost misses catching the ball, but an excellent save}

Thirteen thinks that the patient is a hypochondriac, but it's probably more like Thirteen doesn't want me asking this patient more about Thirteen than I really wanted to know. Maybe I should hire this girl to grab Thirteen's Huntington's test results next time Thirteen is feeling frisky. Lucas is too busy investigating Wilson's carbohydrate intake.

So, just in case it's not drugs, who wants to do some simple roleplaying for my team? Don't worry, no thinking involved, just stand there and look pretty. One of you disagree with everything I say, one of you agree, and the other one, don't decide on anything. It should be pretty easy.

{And as an afterthought, like he would forget,} Oh, and I need something from my crazy coma patient. You know who you are, so I don't really need to say much more than that.

[Isako's sitting a top an abandoned building, legs dangling on some left over construction as she sits with a wrapped, half-eaten bun in her hands and a drink by her side.]

That was too close of a call, that little girl almost got hurt. Perfect proof that people should stay out of my way.

I don't want her friendship.

...besides. She doesn't have what I'm looking for.

[There is never really a ‘good’ moment to arrive on the Plane for the first time, but some appearances are more inconvenient than others. The girl who has just appeared is carrying a picnic basket in one hand and a broad-brimmed sun hat – which doesn’t quite fit with the black and white stripes of the rest of her outfit – in the other. She has the air of a person who has been disturbed while packing for a holiday. She doesn’t, however, have the air of someone who is surprised by such a strange occurrence.]

Oh, I should have known that a holiday was too much to hope for!

[She looks around curiously. A little nervously too, perhaps, but at least she isn’t terrified.]

Grandfather? Grandfather, are you there?

Zoe?

[She pauses before calling out the third and final name, as if she is somewhat reluctant to use it.]

Jamie?

Hello?