[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.

Comments

[cloneprincess]

Ridiculous liabilities who bury their head in the sand and act like five-year-olds? No, I can't say you're my type, Greg.

That backfired spectacularly, though, I'm almost impressed.

[rubikscomplex]

Now who's off theme, Jane? [ God, he can't help it. He knows it's giving away too much, but he can't help the sneer. ] I think you'll find I've been burying my head in the snow.

So, what are you going to do when Sir Rivendell comes a'courtin'?

[cloneprincess]

That would explain how numb your skull is. [ This is why Miranda doesn't do jokes, that was awful. ]

I'm going to explain, gently, that the person he was speaking to was mocking him and encouraging him to make a fool of himself. Hope he doesn't come from a violent culture, don't you?

[rubikscomplex]

[House lets out a bark of disbelieving laughter. He's incredibly annoyed at her right now, but that's just... wow. Wow.]

Okay. I'm not even touching that joke except to say that you should be ashamed of yourself and your life choices. Don't quit your day job.

And are you serious? Have you talked to the guy for two minutes? Ra ra, camaraderie! That's his schtick.

[cloneprincess]

Warrior cultures are usually all about camaraderie, right up until you break the code of behavior. Think he values honesty and a woman's honor?

[rubikscomplex]

Considering he knows I'm bullshitting him about a handful of things and I called you a bitch and got no reaction out of him, I think he's okay with that.

[cloneprincess]

I'm sure you'll manage to piss him off somehow. I have a lot of faith in your abilities.

[rubikscomplex]

Aw, thanks Janey. And here's one last song just for you. Sir Pornstache says he need to leave soon.

[ And he'll play her off with a piano cover of a particular song. Gun is replaced with 'space gun' for effect, of course. ]

[cloneprincess]

Ah, you're singing just for me, Greg? Careful, someone might think you like me after all.

[rubikscomplex]

[ God damn it, Miranda. Stop calling him that. ]

Well, I figured it was close enough to being biographical.

[ There's a muffled shout over the audio. ]

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm coming. Sorry. Escort service is calling. Those boys are just so demanding, but I'm sure you know that. Later.