[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

[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.]

[plundering]

Yeah, yeah. Definitely a crew I want to hang out with.

[jumpthegun]

We've got the better accents.

[plundering]

As opposed to who? Me?

[jumpthegun]

[He holds up a hand and puts on a mock-innocent expression.]

I'm not the one who said it.

[plundering]

[She snorts.]

Would you like me better if I talked like this all the time?

[She's mimicking his accent, going just a little over the top posh with it.]

[jumpthegun]

Not bad. Not a bad sound on you at all.

[John does his own impression of an American accent:]

Would it be easier for ya if I talked like this?

[plundering]

[She wrinkles her nose at him.]

I don't say "you" like that.

[jumpthegun]

[He returns to his own accent.]

You absolutely say it like that sometimes.

[plundering]

What? You're lying. When?

[jumpthegun]

Now and again. I haven't been keeping a tape recorder handy or keeping a tally. It's there, though. Keep an ear out for it.

[It might not be there, but he wants to tease her.]

[plundering]

[She rolls her eyes dramatically.]

Shut up. You love my accent.

[jumpthegun]

That's not the only thing, but sure. True enough.

[plundering]

Flatterer.

[jumpthegun]

I'll point out again: You're the one who said it. Just like to be agreeable, y'know?

[plundering]

Yeah? Okay. Beans on toast sucks.

[jumpthegun]

Well, now, that you've never tried. Can't just agree with that.

[plundering]

How do you know I've never tried it?

[jumpthegun]

You don't like it. Clear sign.

[devoutish]

I don't think we can speak anymore.

[plundering]

Man, England sucks. You two have no taste.

[devoutish]

You're a Space American.

[No taste is a given with you!!!]

[devoutish]

Yes.

[plundering]

Piss off, Solomons.