Build-a-Prompt Game

[geekygecko.livejournal.com]

You know the board game Clue, where you try to figure out who killed Mr. Boddy, with which weapon, and in which room?  Well, we've adapted that idea for a little sick!Wilson fun.

Of course, it goes without saying that Wilson is going to be our victim.  But in this version of the game, he doesn't necessarily have to meet a tragic and untimely demise.  It's perfectly okay if Wilson just wants to die of embarrassment. ;)

The objective is to select a word from each category in the table below and create a sick!Wilson prompt.  The person who submits the most prompts wins the game.  Then again, when Wilson gets hurt, we all win.

And if you feel inspired to take this a bit further and write a drabble or a fic based on a prompt, we'd be totally cool with that.

Happy torturing!


ETA:  We'll officially keep the game going through Thursday, April 22nd at 6 p.m. CST, and announce the winner on Friday in the next weekly update.  Unofficially, you're welcome to keep torturing poor Wilson as long as you want. ;)

BODY PART (can use plural form)	OBJECT (the "weapon")	ROOM (or other location/area)
Abdomen Ankle Aorta Arm Back Blood vessel Brain Buttock Cartilage Cheek Chest Chin Collar bone Disk Ear Elbow Esophagus Eye Face Finger Foot Forehead Groin Hand Head Heart Hip Jaw Kidney Knee Kneecap Leg Lip Liver Lung Muscle Neck Nerve Nose Penis Ribs Shin Shoulder Skull Spinal cord Spine Spleen Stomach Tailbone Tendon Testicle Thigh Throat Thumb Toe Tongue Tooth Urethra Vertebrae Wrist	Ball of wool Beer bottle Cactus Candlestick Carbon dioxide Cat Cherry chocolate bonbon Chicken fingers with plum sauce Chicken soup Class ring Crochet hook Crystal ball Cyanide Dictionary Dirty socks Earplugs Electric piano Empty wine bottle Flamingo feather Folding chair Glass wall Grandfather clock Guinea pig Guitar Hand-held fan Hot chocolate Hot water bottle Ibuprofen bottle Ice cube Infrared light Kumquat Lunchbox Mauled squeaky toy Mechanical pencil Mirror Moldy cheese Nail clippers Necktie Open checkbook Orchid Painted ceramic rabbit Pair of 3 lb. dumbbells Pair of cleats Plastic skeleton Potato peeler Quartz-halogen light bulb Seashell Softball bat Spare tire Stopped clock Swarovski crystal butterfly Talking parrot Tambourine Taxi Tea bag Turkey baster Umbrella Unopened bottle of Sriracha hot sauce Urn Xerox machine	CONDO Bathroom Bathtub Bedroom Closet Dining room Fireplace Foyer Hallway Kitchen Living room Shower PPTH Auditorium Balcony Boardroom Cafeteria Chapel Clean room Clinic Coma Guy's room Conference room CT room Cuddy's office Doctors' lounge Elevator Emergency room Exam room Gift shop House's office ICU Janitor's closet Lab Lobby Locker room Men's room Morgue MRI room Nurses station Observation room Oncology wing OR Parking lot Patient's room Patio Pharmacy Physical therapy Procedure room Radiology light box viewing room Records room Roof Scrub area Sidewalk Sleep lab Stairs Vending machine area Waiting room Wilson's office

 
 

Comments

[srsly-yes.livejournal.com]

That ball of wool on top of the list #2 is just so enticing...

A ball of wool was removed from Wilson's stomach in the OR.

... Chase exclaimed from behind his surgical mask, "Oh my God! It's the other half of Wilson's sweater vest!"

***
On a more serious note...

House struck Wilson's lip with a kumquat in the cafeteria.

There I'm done.

[geekygecko.livejournal.com]

"Oh my God! It's the other half of Wilson's sweater vest!"

Bwahahahahaha!

[taiga13.livejournal.com]

Wilson was stabbed in the spinal cord with a potato peeler by a crazed clinic patient. It hurt a lot. The end.

[geekygecko.livejournal.com]

*wild applause*

I ♥ clinic patients. :D

[barefootpuddles.livejournal.com]

House found Wilson sitting on the sidewalk, balancing an empty wine bottle on his knee.

"What happened this time?" he asked, finally noticing the blood on the bottle's label.

[srsly-yes.livejournal.com]

OH! Very intriguing.

[3rdgal12.livejournal.com]

House stood in the clinic and looked at Wilson, his bloodied open checkbook, and the large paper cut on his friend's finger. He barely contained his laughter as he teased, "You do realize 'blood money' is just an expression, right?"

[srsly-yes.livejournal.com]

*cackles* Great punchline!

[rslworks.livejournal.com]

Oh come on now, this is too easy...let's see, turkey baster, pair of shapely buttocks that belong to J.W., in the janitor's closet?

'House encountered Wilson outside the 4th floor janitor's closet, standing with a turkey baster and eyeing him lewdly.
"You dog," said House, grinning from ear to ear. Wilson waggled his expansive eyebrows in silent reply.'

[srsly-yes.livejournal.com]

Thanks for not passing on the turkey baster. We can all have wicked dreams tonight and safely pin the blame you. ;)

[3rdgal12.livejournal.com]

I love this! :D

[3rdgal12.livejournal.com]

Cuddy stood in her office and stared back and forth between her Xerox machine and the photocopy on her desk. She didn't know how or why he'd done it, but she did have to admit that Wilson's buttocks were rather attractive.

[geekygecko.livejournal.com]

Hee!

Uh, you wouldn't happen to know where I could get a copy of that, would you? ;)

[3rdgal12.livejournal.com]

I'll be selling copies on ebay. *bg*

[yasibaba.livejournal.com]

best. idea. EVAR.

Is there a time limit? I'm a flighty writer. ]:

[geekygecko.livejournal.com]

Oopsie. Guess a deadline would be helpful. *blushes furiously*

Okey-dokey. We've just edited our post to include a deadline of Thursday, April 22nd. So you have plenty of time to inflict all sorts of woe upon our favorite oncologist. :)

[yasibaba.livejournal.com]

You don't *have* to have a deadline *suggestive grin, eyebrow wiggle*

[geekygecko.livejournal.com]

True dat. *g*

But as the saying goes, sometimes there's nothing like the specter of the hangman's noose to focus the mind. Inspiration under pressure, or something like that. ;)