[network] @hotstud_xxx; voice; Morning 047; Musical Interlude [open]

[rubikscomplex]

[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.

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[phaseshifter]

It's-- wait, how. You know I'm from Hera?

[ Because what other Hera could he be talking about than the place Angel spent the first few years of her life before that whole "locked in a bunker" thing? ]

Have you been talking to Jack? About me?

[rubikscomplex]

[ Well, sure. That wasn't the point of this, but he can run with the lie. ]

Oh, yeah. Me'n Jack are tight now. Total pals. And by pals, I mean he's probably going to cut my face up horribly in my sleep if we run into each other. Or something like that. Who knows? He's seems like a capricious dude, and there can only be one most handsome in the land.

Probably thinks I'm stealing his thunder.

[phaseshifter]

Don't joke about that. Assuming... that you are.

[ Because, you know.

Jack. ]

If he told you to check up on me you can tell him I'm fine. You won't get anything else.

[rubikscomplex]

I never joke. Don't worry. I know he's a psychopath. It's our secret. [ He's mildly intrigued that she's that worried.]

Also, check up on you? You're the one who responded to my post, Trin. [He will never call her Angel. Probably.] Are you sure you're not stalking me?

[phaseshifter]

[ Just. The most worried look. ]

It's Angel.

[ She can't confirm Jack's a psychopath without putting people in danger. But denying it would be just as dangerous, right? And Mr. Hotstud might be a jerk, but he's not enough of a jerk to deserve a strangling.

Plus if he gets strangled then HOW WILL HE SEDUCE DR. EPPS??? ]

[rubikscomplex]

Angel, huh?

[Well, all right, Angel. Have a song, rendered in piano with other instruments joining in in the background. House will even sing for you because his trolling has proved less than effective with you people absent the lyrics.]

[phaseshifter]

[ Oh. House gets to watch her face go from worried, to curious, to dubious, to horrified. ]

Oh my god why would you do that.

[rubikscomplex]

I'm singing songs for people. That seemed like a good one for you. Worried about romance and all.

[phaseshifter]

I'm not worried about romance! And that wasn't about romance, it was just really inappropriate.

[rubikscomplex]

Oh, you seem pretty worried about romance. Don't worry. I'm sure you dad won't murder your boyfriends and anyone who hits on you. Probably. Or will he?

[phaseshifter]

Of course he wouldn't. Only - only a dangerous, insane person that you should not antagonise would do that! And my dad is - um, he's very reasonable.

[ s w e a t s ]

[rubikscomplex]

So, he won't mind me saying inappropriate things and hitting on you? Because I've still got a thing for hacker chicks, let me tell you.

[phaseshifter]

I mind it. I'm asking you to stop, and it isn't going to get you anywhere, so if you could just - not?

[rubikscomplex]

Sorry. I've seen way too many romcoms. The obnoxious, pushy jerk almost always ends up with the girl at the end if he keeps trying. And movies reflect reality. I'm socially programmed to never give up on you, Trin. It's out of my hands.

[phaseshifter]

I... think I should hang up now, shouldn't I.

[rubikscomplex]

That's probably how most of our conversations are going to go, kid.