Cameron was the first to arrive that morning, a smiling playing against her lips at the realization. The days she arrived first were always her favorite; it gave her time to get comfortable and relaxed, even if it was just for a few minutes, before the others shuffled in. Most days she was the second to get in, Foreman usually beating her by a few minutes, so it really was a rare treat to get there first.
Another perk to being the first one to arrive; she got to see what was on the white board first. Entering the conference room, Cameron set her things on the table and moved to the board, reading out loud, what was written.
"So, which one of you is up for clinic duty?"
A small part of her wondered how House managed to get the message up on the board before anyone else even had a change to protest. Sometimes she thought that maybe he'd write it the night before but if that were the case, she was sure someone (probably Cuddy) would come by and erase it. Shrugging, Cameron decided it was just one more little mystery.
Picking up her green marker, Cameron scrawled out something underneath House's writing, then left the conference room to see if she could get some breakfast.
Foreman raised an eyebrow when he saw Cameron's things already settled in the conference room. It wasn't a big thing that she had gotten there before him, in fact it was probably a good thing, but he just liked the satisfaction of knowing that he was the first one in.
At first, he hadn't noticed that a single thing was on the white board, instead choosing to get himself settled and comfortable before things got riled up as the normally do. Foreman was in oddly good spirits that morning, although he couldn't place why. However, a flicker of frustration passed through him when he finally /did/ glance over.
"So, which one of you is up for clinic duty?"
And underneath.
"I was here first, not my job."
Rolling his eyes, Foreman snatched up the black marker (Of course he was given the black marker, House wouldn't have it any other way), and quickly wrote something before quickly walking out.
Chase hated being in a rush, he was the type of person who liked to start off his mornings slow; lay in bed for a few minutes, then a warm shower and breakfast before he went out the door. Today was turning out to /not/ be one of those slow-paced days that Chase held so dear. After oversleeping, misplacing his shoes, spilling coffee on his shirt and nearly falling out his front door, he was already prepared for the day to be over.
Getting to the hospital proved to not be as difficult of getting out of his house though, and soon Chase was thinking that maybe, just maybe, things weren't going to be as bad as he anticipated. Entering the conference room, it took him a moment to notice that Cameron and Foreman had both arrived already. It took him even longer to notice the white board.
"So, which one of you is up for clinic duty?"
And underneath.
"I was here first, not my job."
"Not doing it, plain and simple."
With an annoyed sigh, Chase grabbed the orange marker, scribbling out his response before leaving as soon as possible.
"I obviously don't have a choice in the matter, so someone just tell me when the damn hours are."
Wilson watched as the last duckling trekked away from the conference room, chuckling lightly at his expression. One day he'll have to tell House that he needs to write his own damn messages on the board.