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House has a hospital now.

If you want him, he'll be inside, limping around inspecting things. Any expired meds get thrown in the trash. He's also got a list of machines that need looking-at. Wherever Fluffy Teleportation Guy got this place, he's impressed. The building is small but well equipped.

And he's already got an eye on the great big administrator's office. There is a wheely chair.

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There may be a sleepyShay wandering into the hospital.

"Hey, Grumps." He waves as he passes. "Everything got here okay?"

"Yep. I have a wheely chair and everything."

Shay looks considerably more alert.
"A wheely chair? Are there any more?"

"I might be able to hook you up with one or two."

"And if we had wooden swords we could play Chair Wars." Thoughtfully.

Random factoid: Shay's thoughtful face about Chair Wars is very similar to Long's thoughtful face about ruling the universe with an iron fist.

"And if we had a pony, we could... well, around here, chop it up and cook it for dinner."

"Not as fun as Chair Wars."

"Pff. I can't play Chair Wars, I'm a cripple."

"You can sit down and use your stick to propel you along."

"Or I can sit down and use my stick to beat up my opponents in this war of the wheely chairs."

Long-suffering sigh. "That's what the wooden swords are for."

"Yes, but I like my cane. It has fiery decals on it. They make me look like I'm going fast."

"But then what will you use to push yourself along?"

"I do have one working leg."

Shay looks unimpressed.

He leans against a wall and waves his cane in what is frankly an utterly pathetic threat.

Nope, Shay still looks unimpressed.

"Pff."

"Pff-ffft."

Okay, he has to laugh now.

"I'll go search for wooden swords." Gravely.

"Good luck with that."

"Thanks." Shay laughs, wandering out.

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