Lisa returns from New Jersey, where she has been for most of the past few weeks off and on, and she sighs when she enters Room 112.

She looks around with a look that is already bordering on nostalgia, and drops the cardboard boxes she is carrying out from under her arm.

She finds it funny that after everything she's been through in Fandom, there's really no one, big catalyst for her move back to Jersey. The strain on her mother, running PPTH with a few very obviously missing department heads, and her father, trying to cover Diagnostic Medicine as well as his own department, is one obvious reason. She knows that at home, she can help them not only at the hospital, but help mediate between them before they stop speaking to each other entirely.

So many of her friends have left, and it's not fair to Alanna and Allie to cling to them as lifelines. Ironic, considering she may miss DEATH most of all. The Clinic, from what she hears, is doing well, and fully-staffed. She wonders if they'll keep her bulletin boards up, and makes a note to give Susan her key to the candy drawer. And she needs to crack down on her college preparedness, study for her SATs, acquire some references she can use in the real world.

So she grabs her phone, dials up her teachers, and begins to pack. She'll fill out her paperwork on her way out.

[OOC: Lisa's last post. *sigh* She's being withdrawn from the game. Thank you to everyone who ever played with her, I truly had a blast. Feel free to stop by this post if you want to say goodbye, or even need something from her before she goes, or are just bored, that too. It will be slow-played to catch everybody, specifically Alanna and Allie. Thanks again!]

I am a moron.

Yes, folks. It is true. I had the wrong e-mail in Lisa's notification spot for, well, a long time without noticing.

So who knows how many pings I've missed for how long.

I'm so sorry! Oy. If you needed Lisa and I ignored you, please drop me an e-mail and I will try to rectify the situation.

OH, and randomly, Lisa will be celebrating Hanukkah in the dorms. So if there are any other Jewish characters (ahhh, Wilson, kind of?) who want to celebrate with her, or any other characters period who would like to join her for whatever reason (curiosity, peculiar fetish for latkes, etc.), you're more than welcome to join in the posts. I'll put them in the dorms in the first floor common room so they're out in the open.

Lisa comes home after detention and grabbing some pizza in town. She throws her stuff down behind the door and closes it behind her expecting her room to be silent, considering the lights were shut off and she didn't see Alanna at first glance.

Instead, she hears a faint rustling noise under the bed.

"Faithful, is that you?"

She gets down on her knees and throws up the comforter from where it obscures her view.

"Oh holy shit!"

Between her box of old medical journals, and her craft box, is...



"Hey lady, my name is Steve," the rat says in surprisingly deep-pitched voice.

"Ummm... I'm Lisa. Nice to meet you, I think," Lisa replies, backing up just another inch...



[This thread will contain adult language between a human and a rat who in no way is respectful like other rats you may have the pleasure to know. Steve McQueen is no Master Splinter. Mmmm, Saturday night is a good night for crack.]

Lisa sighs when she sees that she has mail today - her address scrawled onto the front of the pristine white envelope in her mother's handwriting, the Princeton-Plainsboro logo stamped in the left hand corner. She sits down on her bed, and rubs her neck a few times before tearing it open.

Dear Lisa,

I hope you're having fun at school. Can you believe how fast the time has gone by this year? You must be knee-deep in finals. Your father and I wish you the very best for your studies. You've always made us proud.

We also hope you had a nice Thanksgiving. Your father got a nasty sunburn that weekend that's only really disappeared in the past few days. You'd like the Dominican, I think. The weather was lovely and the resort was right on the beach. When you get to college, you should consider taking Spring Break there.

I'm writing you this letter to let you know that unfortunately, your father and I are both attending a conference in France at the end of the month. It begins on the 26th, so we're flying out on the 23rd. With your finals schedule we're going to miss you completely on your break and for Hanukkah. You father transferred some money into your account this afternoon, why don't you buy yourself something nice for the holidays? We should be back right after the first of the year, maybe you could take a daytrip and come visit your friends in New Jersey. Everyone at the hospital asks after you, and we tell them how well you're doing.

Say hello to Dr. Wilson for us, and wish him a happy holiday as well. And if Greg House gives you any trouble, give us a call right away dear and we'll speak to him for you.

All my love,
Mom XO

Lisa stares at the letter for a moment, and then tosses it in the garbage, flopping back onto her bed and biting her lip. She looks at her phone with the urge to call her mother and tell her off, but she decided to not raise her voice all week as her Ethics assignment, and there is no way she can call her mother without eventually yelling. Frustrated, she grabs a textbook and tries to study, but ends up mostly staring at the pages listlessly.

Disclaimer: The info is the character Bible is OOC knowledge, unless you interact with Lisa, hear it from another character, or your character Googles "Lisa Cuddy".

I personally am not too concerned about most of this stuff. However, the story behind House's (gotcanewillpoke) leg is only known to Wilson (dr_jwilsonmd) and Lisa to begin with, or as the game goes on people they (and House obviously) inform. Cameron doesn't know about it in the game, as she is also a student, but not originally from PPTH.

( On to the Cuddy goodness )

Today was a pretty good day, all things considered. My horoscope (which I totally don't read) was even decent today.

Even when you can't immediately see a way to make things happen, your unconscious speedily sorts through options and finds a perfectly possible path. So avoid despair and trust yourself -- it's good practice for becoming an entrepreneur!

A total line of bullshit, but I'll take it.

I'm working in the clinic tonight with DEATH. I have to say I missed the place, in my own strange way. But I worked things out with House as much as we are capable of doing that, anyway, and my infection of doom is clearing up nicely.

Today was non-eventful. I didn't have any work for Egyptian Archeology, and Advanced Math is pretty quiet now that Archie's been kicked out and... well, Kitty's gone too, I guess. Some douchebag is using her murder as an excuse to throw a party. Way to put the ass in class. Although I can't pretend I'm surprised. I feel safe on campus though - even Vlad the Impaler wouldn't fuck with our Dean. I wonder if it was someone from town or if it was someone she knew. I should talk to Alanna and see what she knows.

Oh, speaking of, I now live with a talking cat. But a really friendly talking cat. So, that's cool.

Nothing much else to report, I do not have a crush on Jonathan Crane, I do not have a crush on my hottie Math teacher, I do not think it would be a good idea to tag-team said Professor with Chloe, I do not have dirty thoughts about Spy Dean on a regular basis.

Oh, and has anyone else been subjected to that new K-Fed rap online? I've been traumitized for life.

I need to order pizza now. I am definitely having it delivered.

Lisa sneaks into her room quietly, not seeing Alanna she tip-toes in and grabs some fresh clothes and a few books she needs.

She's been sleeping in the abandoned dark rooms at the end of the hall for the past few days, afraid her infection from the pond at the Halloween Party could be contagious.

She looks at the bed longingly, and decides a quick nap on her bed won't kill anyone, and she'll toss or burn the sheets anyway. She shucks off her sweater and falls asleep on top of her blankets in her jeans and a tank top.


[OOC: Come wake her up! Anyone for anything. I am bored. Boooooored.]

Lisa takes stupid quizzes online.

( Friendslist Halloween Costume Meme )

#1 - Do any of you want "office hours" with Grissom this weekend for bringing your parents/friends/etc. by to meet? If you do, COMMENT HERE, and I'll do a post tomorrow for that purpose. If not, he's racing cockroaches this weekend.

#2 - The following new, this weekend-only accounts are set up.

• e_gilmore
  
• pattychase and invisiblechase
  
• morgendorffers
  
• jaffa_jokes

To play with them, you must ping the character with a link. I'll often be playing several threads at once, and I can not keep track of where everyone is supposed to be. Check out their profile pages.

AIM account for all characters I will be playing (and you can dump Lisa/Grissom in there if you need them for anything, Bree will only be coming out to judge the costume contest. I will stop ignoring her some sweet day.)
= yourfandomfamily.

I will address you OOC on AIM, unless you specify otherwise when you ping me. Don't be shy, I'm friendly and I'll be drinking, so I'll be super friendly tonight. If you want to play out a scene quickly over AIM, I will keep a log and post it to their player journal for your reference.

My weekend schedule: I'm going out to dinner tomorrow evening (I'm on US EST) and I have plans for Sunday morning. I also sleep from time to time. And I need to go buy a rake this weekend apparently. (I've never needed my own rake before, eep!) So if I have an away message up, or don't respond to a ping right away, that's probably because I am watching infomercials and eating processed cheese products because I need a break temporarily unavailable. However, if you do see me around posting and I'm not responding to you, try to message me again and change the subject line. Gmail can eat things. I've seen it happen. But be patient - I may be waiting to wrap something else up real quick before I come find you.

#3 - Questions/Comments/Propositions? Please post them here. Please ping the characters in their individual threads after 7pm.

Woo-hoo! Let the games begin. And remember that I am here to fulfill your plots, etc. I will play almost anything (trying to keep it IC of course) and I'm not shy, just have out with it. If a thread goes off course, please make a comment that says "WTF? NO!" and I will delete the comment. My feelings won't be hurt, and I am not 100% up on all of your Fandom background so mistakes could happen.