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The Unlikely Adventures of Geoffrey Chaucer

Geoff Chaucer

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May 27th, 2006

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Geoff turned the folded packet of paper over and over in his hands. It held his name on one side, written in a clear but decorative script. On the other side was a wax seal, one he'd seen countless times before.

It was a summons. He was being called home.

Bowing his head, the poet ran one hand through his short hair, mussing it even more than usual. Things had been going so well, and after only a few weeks House was feeling so much better. The treatment was working, albeit slowly, and even if the other man didn't always express his optimism about getting better, Geoff could see in his eyes that something was working.

And now this. He couldn't ignore a summons, not if he ever planned to return to his own time. And he had to, didn't he? Eventually. Besides, he had a duty, and he took that duty seriously.

Geoff stood, still gripping the papers in his hand, and went to find House.


[ooc: House has been modded like crazy! *g* Anything you want changed, please let me know, and I'll happily do it.]

April 18th, 2006

[ooc: Locked to brothers_three.]


Geoff had met up with Yazoo at the brothers' shop first thing in the morning, his journal and a copy of Lysistrata tucked under his arm. After a breakfast at a nearby handwavey eating establishment, they'd headed over to Hyde Park, and settled on the ground under a large oak tree to being their discussion.

"So, Yazoo, welcome to the smallest literature class in Tropolis. Did you have any ideas as to how you wanted to go about this? Because I can treat it like I did my independent study classes, or we can just start with questions and observations on the text and see where it takes us."

April 12th, 2006

[For royal_majesty.]

Geoff may have had worse days, he decided, but not recently. Not since that wretched time in the French prison. Not since the prince had paid his ransom, bought him back from French nobles. He'd broken a heart, drunk with a demon, fought with and been struck by the man he was committing himself to, and spent the night sleeping on a park bench. Only the fact that it wasn't the first time he'd slept drunken and under the stars had kept him from wearing his morning misery for all to see. Talking with Chihaya and meeting Freya Tuesday morning had helped his mood, but as midday rolled around Geoff realized that he had nowhere to go. He wasn't ready to go back to House, not after what had happened, not until he got some serious thinking done. And he wasn't about to distress Shane while she was still dealing with the effects of what had happened to her. And the only other person he'd have felt comfortable going to was Loz, and that certainly was no longer an option.

He sat on the bench, the one he'd slept on, for a long while, wondering if he was going to have to end up swallowing his pride and calling someone he barely knew, or Shane and Tara after all, when it hit him.

The person who'd helped him last time. The person who had almost a duty to help him, and would take that duty seriously. Edward.

Pulling his cell phone from his pocket, and the crumpled piece of paper with the prince's number, Geoff did something he'd hoped he would never have to do again. He asked Prince Edward for help.

April 10th, 2006

[ooc: Locked to geoff_chaucer and gotcanewillpoke.]

He'd gotten drunk, very drunk, and had to give in and take a taxi home. It was well into the early hours of the morning when he finally did, and although he did his best to be quiet, inebriated people very rarely realize how much noise they're really making. He had it in mind just to crash on the couch, and deal with everything in the morning. Not a very good plan, but neither was getting plastered and missing your boyfriend's best friend's birthday party.

April 9th, 2006

[ooc: Preplayed between geoff_chaucer and royal_majesty. Follow the link to the actual post below. Interaction no, popcorn yes.]


It was Sunday, the day after Geoff and House returned from Michigan. They'd slept in a little, then Geoff had returned a phone call from Shane and written out the promised copies of the poem he'd written. House had ensconced himself on the couch with Cash for a quiet afternoon in front of the television, but the poet was feeling a little restless, and he decided to hit the streets, wandering around town a bit in hopes of scoping out potential employment. He still had it in the back of his mind to try City Hall, but...he wasn't sure about that yet, and he didn't want to put the burden on CJ of feeling like she should hire him if she didn't have a real need for his work.

His feet eventually took him to Hyde Park, his favorite place for people-watching, and he strolled leisurely along one of the paths near the edge of the wooded area, hands stuffed into his coat pockets, whistling softly to himself and trying to figure out whether or not a couple seated on one of the benches was engaged in an illicit affair.

He didn't hear the hoofbeats until they were almost on top of him.

April 2nd, 2006

[ooc: Partially preplayed between geoff_chaucer and royal_majesty. Interaction no, popcorn yes.]


It was Sunday, the day after Geoff and House returned from Michigan. They'd slept in a little, then Geoff had returned a phone call from Shane and written out the promised copies of the poem he'd written. House had ensconced himself on the couch with Cash for a quiet afternoon in front of the television, but the poet was feeling a little restless, and he decided to hit the streets, wandering around town a bit in hopes of scoping out potential employment. He still had it in the back of his mind to try City Hall, but...he wasn't sure about that yet, and he didn't want to put the burden on CJ of feeling like she should hire him if she didn't have a real need for his work.

His feet eventually took him to Hyde Park, his favorite place for people-watching, and he strolled leisurely along one of the paths near the edge of the wooded area, hands stuffed into his coat pockets, whistling softly to himself and trying to figure out whether or not a couple seated on one of the benches was engaged in an illicit affair.

He didn't hear the hoofbeats until they were almost on top of him.

March 26th, 2006

Once he'd left Shane at her house, Geoff had taken the train back to Dover but he wasn't ready to go home. What she'd told him about her kidnapping, and the fact that others had been involved -- including Dr. Wilson -- was weighing heavy on Geoff's mind. The perpetrators had to be found, obviously, and revenge taken. But how? He hadn't wanted to grill Shane for more information, but he had to get it from someone. And the only person he could think of to talk to was Wilson.

So he wandered through the park for a while, and then headed over to Beau Jardin. They weren't at home, and he cursed his luck, but he stayed in the neighborhood for a bit just in case.

He was sitting on the curb opposite the Brownstone when the couple pulled into the driveway.


[ooc: Takes place after Geoff's visit with Shane and Michael's birthday party at Triangle, and before this NWS. For dr_jwilsonmd.]

March 5th, 2006

House had been called on another page to the hospital, except that this one actually appeared to be an emergency, so Geoff decided to take the time to do a little exploring. He'd told House not be concerned if he wasn't there when the doctor returned, and pulling on his coat headed out into town.

It was a big place, quite a lot bigger than he was used to, but it was intriguing, and full of interesting-looking people. Eventually coming across another park, Geoff decided to take a little time to settle on the ground with his back leaned against a tree, rest a while, and watch the world go by.


[OOC: Locked to shane_mcc.]

March 4th, 2006

It actually struck Geoff as rather amusing -- if not maybe just a bit sacreligious -- that his first stop in this new city was a place called Bethlehem. And it taken him a little work to find the place too, considering how large Tropolis was compared to his London. But several stops for directions to "the hospital" later (and he was taking a chance on Fate that this was even the right one), along with a lot of walking, Geoff wound up standing at the front door of a state-of-the-art medical facility, all glass and concrete and steel and pretty damn intimidating.

He was on a mission, though, and frankly he was also tired. He'd been walking for days, hadn't even expected to end up where he was, and it had been a long time since yesterday's supper. So through the doors he went, fixing a grin on his face he didn't feel inside and a saunter to his walk that belied his exhaustion, and approached the young woman at the desk.

"Good afternoon, my lady. Might you be so good as to direct me to the whereabouts of Dr. Greg House?"


[ooc: Geoff has arrived, although this is post is locked to gotcanewillpoke and dr_jwilsonmd for now.]

OOC: Separation Post

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This post is to mark the separation between the Fandom High Geoff Chaucer and the Fandom Tropolis Geoff Chaucer. Everything from this point forward in this journal will pertain to fandom_tropolis.

For reference, Geoff's voicemail/cell phone can be reached here.
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