[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]

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.

[plundering]

Kind of a reach, John.

[jumpthegun]

So you have tried it?

[plundering]

Sure. I ate plenty of terrible food when I was broke.

[She is perpetually broke, let's be honest.]

[jumpthegun]

Well, you either got the toast wrong or the beans wrong. That's really the only explanation.

[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!!!]

[plundering]

What the hell is a Space American? I'm Pandoran. America doesn't exist anymore.

[devoutish]

You've got an American voice. Watson does a good impression of it.

[plundering]

Watson does a terrible impression of it. His accent is too fancy anyway.

[devoutish]

Better than my attempt.

[plundering]

Let's hear it. Don't insult me.

[devoutish]

I've done it before. You missed it.

[jumpthegun]

Sorry, my American accent or my English accent is too fancy? Because if you think this is posh, Fi, I really need to get you talking to some public school boys. That is fancy.

[He puts on a somewhat exaggerated - but not by much - posh accent.]

They're the ones who sound like they going for high tea with the Queen.

[plundering]

You've never had high tea with the Queen? Wow, John. That's embarrassing.