[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.]

Comments

[jumpthegun]

[He's really not a singer, Alfie. But he'll give it a go just to shut the man up.]

There were three drunken maidens
Come from the Isle of Wight
They drunk from Monday morning
Nor stopped till Saturday night
When Saturday night would come, me boys,
They wouldn’t then go out
And these three drunken maidens,
They pushed the jug about.

[plundering]

[They're probably in the same room together, because they're nerds, but Fiona's totally laughing.]

What is that song? Nice voice, though.

[jumpthegun]

It's a pub song!

[plundering]

You go around singing at a lot of pubs? Is that how you get your drinks?

[jumpthegun]

Go around singing? Look, you get a group of lads pissed enough after winning a footy match, they'll start singing anything that comes to mind. That's a classic. Solomons might even know it.

[plundering]

What the hell is a footy match? You playing footsies with your "lads"?

[jumpthegun]

Football. Y'know with a... soccer?

[Please don't be so American that that one registers instead, Fiona.]

[plundering]

[Watson, please stop making her laugh, her ribs are killing her.]

With a soccer. Relax, I know what football is. Just not footy.

[jumpthegun]

Well, now you know. I'm a teacher, really, Fiona.

[plundering]

I'm never calling it "footy". Ever.

[jumpthegun]

Oh, c'mon! It's not that bad. People'll know what you're talking about if you're with the right crew. [The British crew.]

[devoutish]

I've heard it. I don't go to pubs much.

[devoutish]

And how drunk are you when you're singing this one?

[jumpthegun]

Drunk enough. It's either that or pop songs. I like the traditional stuff well enough when i'm into the cups. Don't you?

[devoutish]

What's a pop song?

[jumpthegun]

Popular music. It's a genre like jazz or folk. It's sort of... upbeat? Probably what you'd think of as like theater music in your time?

[devoutish]

Give us one of those, then.

[If you dare.]

[jumpthegun]

[John snorts.]

You owe me a lot of drinks to cover me actually being drunk enough to sing these, mate.

[But there's one he thinks Alfie might enjoy.]

It was bad, called obscene
And the rich were so mean
Stately homes for the Lords
Golden lawns, village green
Victoria was my queen

Victoria, Victoria, Victoria
I was born, lucky me
In the land that I love
Though I'm poor, I am free
When I go I shall fight
For this land I will die
Let her sun never set on

Victoria, Victoria, Victoria
Canada to India
Australia to Cornwall
Singapore to Hong Kong
From the West to the East
From the rich to the poor
Victoria loved them all

Victoria, Victoria, Victoria

[devoutish]

Very patriotic.

[jumpthegun]

Figured you'd like patriotic. Better than the one that goes 'if you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,' yeah?

[devoutish]

["Get with"? Is this a song about an orgy?]

Fiona, you know these songs, yeah? I know some of 'em are still around in your time. Should he sing that one?

[plundering]

God, if he doesn't sing it, I'm leaving tomorrow morning and never talking to him again.

[Watson please.]

@SceptredIsle; voice

[keepscalm]

Excellent choice.

[There's a lot here that England recognises, of course, but he feels a little strange dropping a word in edgewise on the more sombre songs. No need to make it awkward...]

[jumpthegun]

[Oh, it's... it's England. This is a little awkward, but that's okay.]

D'you like the Kinks, then? Any favorite bands?

[keepscalm]

Naturally! I'm rather fond of rock.

[There's genuine enthusiasm in his voice, which is rare and even a little weird when it comes to England.] You could probably guess a few of my favourites. They didn't call it the British Invasion for nothing, after all.