[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

[headjacked]

I don't have any war songs on hand, but I can do depressing! Ish!

[ It's not a timeless classic by any means, but he found it floating around the ECHOnet ages ago. Saved it. Learned the lyrics.

That Troy Baker sure was a talented fella! ]

[plundering]

Hey, you can actually sing. Who knew?

[headjacked]

I'm a man of many talents.

[plundering]

Uh-huh. Don't get ahead of yourself.

[She's obviously teasing, though.]

[headjacked]

Singing! Programming! Leadership! Do I really need to go on?

[plundering]

Leadership? Were you our leader? I missed it.