[network] @hotstud_xxx, Late Night 190, audio [open]

[rubikscomplex]

[It's almost midnight when House's message goes out. He sounds honestly terrified. His hands are shaking too much to type, and he's too frantic to think of voice-to-text. There's also the music. He can hear it. He can't tell where it's coming from, but it's there and it's fading in and out with the static and a whisper that he can just make out.

It would probably be better to see to his wounds first, but that's secondary at the moment.]

The music. Who's hearing the music and the static? Have anyone's eyes changed? Who can hear it?

[He sings the first few lines.]

Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green...

It's Andromeda's song for Winter. It's the song in the apartment with the knives. The Jedi heard it, too. His eyes or his hand set it off.

Who can hear it?

Comments

private

[rubikscomplex]

Mussels. Or anything you have to crack into. Nuts or an eggs.

private

[redrooms]

Correct. Should I keep going?

private

[rubikscomplex]

[There's a pause.]

No. Later, maybe.

[He's going to look like a freaking idiot if nothing comes from any of this. House is aware he should have waited on this for the morning. Now, anyway.]

Thank you.

private

[redrooms]

You're welcome. Are you sure you don't want to tell me what happened?

private

[rubikscomplex]

Why do you want to know?

[Paranoia strikes deep...]

private

[redrooms]

That whole annoying Avengers business, remember? I want to know if you need help.

private

[rubikscomplex]

You can't help me. It's personal. It's not going to change.

private

[redrooms]

Personal, hm? If you decide you want help, let me know.

private

[rubikscomplex]

I won't. Later.