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

[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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Yeah, the fantasy French connection didn't escape me, pal. [But you have pleased him with your applause, elf-man. You are worthy enough for some moderate interest.] So, how do you say 'these are words that go together well,' in Elezen, then?

Well, mayhap I should have said "dialect" of my people. The true language of the Elezen has been lost with time but I do like to believe it helped to shape the national language.

In Eorzean 'twould be

[He clears his throat]

[That comes out sounding a little French and a little British and a lot fantastical]

Golly, that's pretty. Silver fox and you talk like that. Maybe you should go after Jane. She and Epps had to split. Dying vampire to watch over.

Or living vampire. He seems confused about which is better.

Oh, I would never dream to step in on another relationship. That would be-

Dying vampire, you say?

[He sighs.]

Oh no, I fear I know of whom you speak. He does not seem entirely aware of how a living body operates.

Yeah. Guy's hacking up a mold-filled lung. It's actually kinda cool. Especially when he's saying having a pulse is a symptom of his problems.

Don't worry, Dr. Carebear has him. I'm sure he'll pat his head and wipe away his sniffles and maybe even get him back to that no pulse thing if he's annoying enough.

Trust me, though, romances are like a whirlwind here. I'm pretty sure they're not exclusive.

My, how kind of you to worry for my romantic wellbeing. But I fear I barely know anyone here!

[There is a note of worry in his voice now. That poor vampire...]

[House isn't worried. Mainly because there's nothing they can actually do for Beckett at the moment. They don't have the right antibiotics. At least, he doesn't.]

What better way to get to know a gal than flirting with her? Go turn on the charm at her. Then broadcast it if you can break her. She's a total ice queen to most guys.

I am well used to ice and the melting thereof, but I know nothing of this woman, not even enough to strike up a simple conversation.

[His lilting voice takes on a teasing note]

Besides, it sounds as if you may carry a torch for her yourself, the way you speak. Oh, you should let her know!

She has a genetically perfect ass and likes long walks away from cybernetic zombies in the night. Also, she lights up like a glow worm if you get the drop on her. She can't climb ice walls for shit with knives. Aaaaand, she's using a fake name. Probably. Also probably daddy issues. Or mommy issues. I'm guessing she has to have one or the other. Daddy seems more likely, though.

And believe me, after spending a couple nights alone with her, any torch I have is chilling at the bottom of a frozen lake.

And knowing these things you thought mayhap an elezen knight would be to her liking.

[He thinks House doth protest too much.]

[He doth protest just the right amount, thank you very much, Elrond.]

Totally. You seem like you're good for tough cases. Melting hearts of ice or stone, or whatever.

You understand all it truly takes is an open heart; understanding and patience and whatnot.

The world is full of so many fascinating people. Why shut one's self off from them? Any one of them could walk through your door during a storm and grow to become a near and dear friend...

[He hums. Is he daydreaming? He might be. He does manage to pull himself back to earth this time.]

What I am saying, my friend, is that your torch could yet be retrieved. 'Tis never too late to at least try!

Dude, I'm trying to hook you up with a nasty hot chick. Are you gay? She's a complete bitch, but some guys like that. You seem like you would.

Funnily enough, I don't.

But you go out and tame the beast.

It is nice of you to concern yourself with my happiness.

[That's how he interprets "Are you gay?" What other meaning could it have?]

I doubt she is as bad as you say.

[Because, really, Ser Quinn is pretty difficult himself.]

Tell you what, if I see her about I shall speak to her. You've let this horse out of the stable and I am curious now where it may take us.

Speaking of curiosity...

You say challenging types are not to your liking. What, I wonder, is? Or do you simply enjoy playing Menphina with strangers?

[What other meaning, indeed. And Haurchefant is right. House is being generous in that description, as far as he's concerned.]

If Menphina is a funny Elezen name for Cupid, that's me. Gosh, I just love seeing people in love!

[Haurchefant laughs. Somehow he doubts this is actually true, but like he said, he is willing to see where this metaphorical horse takes him.]

Oh, how splendid! I am glad you think so, my friend!

Love is a glorious thing. It is the very engine that moves the universe. 'Tis the best part of being alive, certainly...

Wherever would we be without love?

[He genuinely believes all of that but he does say it with a gently teasing note to his voice.]

I have no idea. And one last song for all the lovers out there because somebody isn't getting enough love and keeps telling me we need to leave.

[And here's another song for Haurchefant with House's piano cover version along with singing the lyrics. As you do.]

And that, Sir Haurchefant, is how you make the chicks dig you. I'll catch you later, though. Sir Pornstache just looks pissed.

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