[Have an actually chipper-sounding House on the network, everyone. Why, he's almost downright giddy. Someone has bounced back a bit from the says before. Music helps immeasurably with that. He's had a chance to play a little this morning and now discovered there's additional musical accompaniment playing from nowhere. Creepy as all hell, but who is he to deny the Six Feet Under Snow Band?]

Good morning, Snowhell. Or Vietnam. Whichever. Basically the same thing, but with cold instead of heat, right? With all this talk about people being eaten, rising from the dead, ghosts from the year 2050, and rousing pleas for camaraderie, I thought we could all use something to lighten the mood. So this one goes out to my darling Clementine. Unless your name's short for Clemydia or something. Then your parents suck.

[He begins to play the school piano, other phantom instruments joining in. House doesn't actually sing, but he's thinking the lyrics.]

Actually, that one goes out to most of the chicks here. You girls seriously need to simmer down. But here's a little something for my main man Hiro.

[This time something slightly less snarky.]

And last for this first round before I take requests from the listeners, two songs from Dr. Clayton Epps for his sweetie, Jane. Those crazy kids, getting up to all kinds of things! At least they must have been from the moaning I heard in the other room. Oh, cover your ears if you're under ten here. This is grown-up talk about romance.

[And there will be two more incredibly snarky instrumentals in honor of the pair of them.]

If you recognized none of those songs, you're a loser and need to be educated on Earthian musical history. Luckily, I'm here to take your questions and requests. Or make up requests for you.

Good evening, my friends!

[He seems cheerful enough but there is a pensive edge to his voice. Tonight he's more business-like than he was yesterday. He's in "commander mode".]

Though I would dearly love to spend some bells each day talking to you all I promise I shan't make a habit of this. Something occurred today that is relevant to our current conversation, and so I felt it necessary to mention....

While I was digging through rubble I was set upon by a horrible creature. 'Twas a beast of many hands that scuttled about in a most dreadful fashion. Being attacked by a blasphemy against Halone is, of course, not unheard of in this place. No...

What is interesting is what happened. As the beast lunged towards me I grabbed a piece of rubble and hurled it with all of my might and my attack landed!

[His voice pitches in excitement.]

Now the creature did not halt in its pursuit and I rather doubt it even felt the blow but the blow did land! The rubble struck it rather than passed through... So I have to wonder...

Whatever power it is the walls seem to possess persists even when they are torn down. Might the rubble here be used to bolster our defenses?

[A pause]

I know not, but I think we must pursue all avenues before us and this one at least shows a modicum of promise.

(ooc: Sorry for the double dose of Haurchefant. If the topic of walls is interesting to your character then by all means feel free to tag amongst yourselves.)