[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

[devoutish]

And she's welcome to travel with me, Dr. Watson.

[jumpthegun]

Blackmail? Really? You're gonna make me sing Spice Girls. You've got to sing it with me if I'm doing this, Fiona.

[If they go down, they go down together.]

[plundering]

Are you surprised?

[Come on, John.]

Sure, though. You start.

[jumpthegun]

[He really can't believe he's doing this. They need to get downtown and find the liquor store.]

You better join in.

If you want my future, forget my past
If you wanna get with me, better make it fast
Now don't go wasting my precious time
Get your act together we could be just fine

[plundering]

[She is absolutely not joining in, not yet, but she is giving him a shit-eating grin.]

[jumpthegun]

I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want

[And he's raising his brows at you, Fiona, because this is a call and response section. Get in on it. Girl.]

[plundering]

[It's so, so hard not to laugh at this. Okay, Watson, fine.]

So tell me what you want, what you really really want

[The things she does for him!]

[jumpthegun]

[You started this, Fiona.]

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna,
I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah

[plundering]

[Nope, she can't do it. She's laughing all over again. Her ribs.]

Ugh, God, I think I broke something else.

[devoutish]

[This is hysterical, but--]

What's that?

[You know, the only word in there that's not an actual word.]

[jumpthegun]

Not a bloody clue, mate. It's just something they said, like a catchphrase.

[devoutish]

Not much of a catchphrase if it hasn't got a meaning.

[jumpthegun]

I wasn't their publisher, but I'll let them know if I get transported back to the 90s after all this is over.

[devoutish]

Well, don't let me interrupt. Keep going.

[jumpthegun]

I think you got the gist, Solomons. And my duet partner's having a bit of trouble breathing.