[network][Day 138|video|@hotstud_xxx] You Get What You Need [open]

[rubikscomplex]

[There's no pithy commentary from House as is more common for the introductions to one of his piano sessions. It's also on video at the moment because House... can't figure out how to change it to just audio. He really hates this particular effect. So, anyone in Snowhell who has yet to actually see Dr. Hotstud House will get a view of him. He's a haggard, middle-aged man who's looking closer to just plain 'aged' after more than three months in Norfinbury. He has the tablet propped up where the sheet music would usually go, and keeps his eyes down or closed as he begins to play. He mouths some of the words, brows furrowed and body swaying to the music.

He runs through that. And then, because he's not going to be able to play and 'talk' to people at the same time, he moves into another tune before stopping and checking for responses.]

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[devoutish]

[Yup. Very familiar.]

Last night as I lay on my pillow
Last night as I lay on my bed
I dreamt our old sergeant was dying
I dreamt that the old sod was dead
Send him, oh, send him
Oh, send our old sergeant to hell, to hell
Oh, keep him, oh, keep him
Oh, keep the old bastard in hell

@jwatson; audio

[jumpthegun]

[Okay, he's trying not to snicker at some of these, but he should probably be a responsible adult.]

Think you might like to take it to private for the kids, lads?

[devoutish]

They'd have to listen past the warning to get to it.

[Which, okay, a kid would totally do.]

[jumpthegun]

Mmhmm... and how likely d'you think that warning is to keep them from not listening?

[They've both been children. Come on, Alfie. you know better.]

[devoutish]

Frisk has got her mum to shield her from such things.

[And Quark is a boy, and Kesara is... okay, not someone who he thinks should be exposed to "Do Your Balls Hang Low?". But she's weirdly self-sufficient, and smart and worldly enough to back out if she doesn't think she can handle it.]

Here, you must have some of your own, Doctor. Willing to share? You can take it to private if they're filthy enough.

video --> [private audio to John and Alfie]

[deus_ex_phs]

Right, sorry.

[Not too sorry. He's still amused as hell.]

I'll be good now.

[He switches over to a filter.]

Though I have to ask if you've got any of your own to share.

[jumpthegun]

It's not really much in the way of songs like you two've got. We've got a few traditional things, but everyone's got ipods and the like these days. Don't need to come up with your own music.

[deus_ex_phs]

[Thanks to Steve, Kunsel knows what an ipod is, so he doesn't have to ask about that.]

Really? No one feels the urge to come up with their own limericks to vent or express their real feelings?

[That's a little surprising to him. Even ready access to a library of music doesn't mean that music always has something appropriate for a given situation.]

[jumpthegun]

Well, sure, but it's nothing everybody'd sing along with, really. [John waves a hand vaguely that... no one can see.] I couldn't remember anything to tell you, mate. Sorry.

[deus_ex_phs]

Huh. That's too bad. I think sharing those kinds of songs is good for camaraderie and morale.

Ah well. I'm sure your army had their own way of doing that.

[jumpthegun]

We've got our ways, yeah. D'you know what a meme is? Few of the younger lads were really into sharing those around.

@enhance; audio; let's see if i can manage not to typo at you this time

[plundering]

You're not going to sing for us, John?

[devoutish]

That's three now asking for it, mate.

[plundering]

Practically unanimous, huh?

[devoutish]

I'd say so.

Up to your waist in water
Up to your eyes in slush
Using the kind of language
That makes the sergeant blush
"Who wouldn’t join the army?"
That’s what we all inquire
Don’t we pity the poor civilians?
Sitting at home by the fire

[plundering]

[Oh, no, she's laughing.]

Sounds like wishful thinking to me. Does it work?

[devoutish]

[Kind of. Sometimes. Not as well as they'd all pretended it did.]

Let's see - you tell me, eh?

Wading all day through the snow
Never melting to slush
Using the kind of language
That makes John Watson blush
"Who wouldn’t come to Norfin'bry?"
That’s what we all inquire
Don’t we pity our poor families?
Sitting at home by the fire

[video - filtered from the kids, but visible to everyone else]

[deus_ex_phs]

[Oh hell, that one definitely scores a grin from him. And now he switches back to video because this one needs it.]

When Sergeant Tom comes marching in,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We all stand up and sa-lute him,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
He turns and shouts and chews us out
And then the sergeant marches out
And we all sa-lute a-gain!

[The first time the song calls for a salute, he actually salutes, but the second time...

Well, the actual gesture might not be universal, but the rude nature definitely is.]

[video - filtered from the kids, but visible to everyone else]

[devoutish]

Nobody likes their sergeants, no matter the world.

In reality, ours wasn't bad.

[deus_ex_phs]

Yeah. I mean, looking back on it now, I can see how even the worst hardass serves a valuable function.

I'll still enjoy songs like that, though. Better way to vent than some options.

[devoutish]

Like murdering your sergeant, I suppose?

[deus_ex_phs]

That would be one of them, yes. Others include trying to sneak a Touch-Me into the sergeant's bunk.

[He is looking at you, Zack. He knows you're listening.]

[heroproceeding]

[ Oh, no way he's listening. Of course, he's not listening. He wasn't joining you on the other side of the room either, fainting singing under his breath, nope.

But the mention of the sergeant? Okay, man. That's just an invitation. ]

Come on! You know it was worth it to see the look on his face! [ Even if it had been pulling graveyard shift patrols for months after that. ] Speaking of TouchMes, you remember that one song? [ ..Never mind he's already grinning in anticipation. ]

[deus_ex_phs]

Was it worth it to feel like one massive bruise after he drilled you into the ground? Every day? For weeks? Along with the rest of us, too?

[It's a mild reminder, but those hadn't been fun weeks, Zack.]

And don't you dare. We're doing a cultural exchange, not torturing innocent ears!

[devoutish]

What's a Touch-Me?