[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?

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[rubikscomplex]

You hid in my spot, asshole. I know how to hide when I need to.

[It's snapped and probably says more about him than he really means it to.]

[exequies]

[It does, and the next response is delayed by a few moments as he ponders over that very hard.]

Then why are you panicking?

[rubikscomplex]

Because. [Wait, no.] I'm not panicking. I'm looking for data and theorizing.