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[Network] @hotstud_xxx; video | Day 52, evening [open]

[The video feed will show the inside of a tool shed where a small, flying robot is moving around in the dim light cast by the tablet.]

Hey, Trinity! Wibblelips! Look what I found. It flies, it screams, it's alive. It also happens to be the reason I'm stuck in a shed for the night. Now, I got a screwdriver.

[The screwdriver is held up into view in a pink-gloved hand.]

And I got a hammer.

[The screwdriver is set down and the hammer is picked up to show.]

It's a hammer of justice. It's a hammer of warning. And it's going to be the hammer I take to that freaking thing unless you tell me how to get it to stop screaming in my face. Hiro, you needed some robot parts, right? Might be able to get you some.

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As long as it isn't Nisha, I don't really mind. The only reason I wanted your name was because I refuse to use your username!

I've got half a dozen others. All you need to do is ask. Let's go alphabetical just for you.

Beauregard
Cameron
Chase
Cuddy
Foreman
Wilson

Pick the one you like best. I'll answer to it.

Whoa. What's so wrong with using your real name? The admin already knows it, and unless you're trying to hide from someone you knew back home I don't see the need to... Iunno. Obfuscate your identity. Other than being an as-- a butt.

Because I hate my name. Because I'm on the run from the mob. Because it's embarrassing. Because I get a kick out of it. Pick whichever reason fits with the psych profile you've been pulling together. That's it.

[ Because I'm paranoid and don't want people here who find my pills to know what I'm on... doesn't make the list there. ]

Oh, I think the last one plays its part in why you're so blatant in maintaining a host of fake names! You don't just like knowing more than other people, you like other people being aware of that. It's all part of the thing where you want people to dislike you so you don't have to worry about being likable, right?

None of those are why you started faking your name in the first place, though, but I don't suppose I'll ever get an answer about that.

Wow. I sound like I need a therapist. Go back to filling in your dating chart, Trinity. You're more fun when you're being wrong about that.

[ Sorry, Doctor Totallygreg, because Angel is laughing. It isn't mocking or malicious, just delighted. Which probably makes it worse but shut up. ]

Haha, sounds to me like I got you! You're not as inscrutable as you'd like to believe you are. Anyone who's done enough people-watching can see what's up!

And you've done a lot of people watching, huh? Trapped on Hera, was it? Or did Dad trap you on Pandora? Because I'm guessing he trapped you somewhere where he could watch you. Maybe keep you 'safe' from those nasty bandits who murdered you, just let you watch from your cage.

[ It's blatantly defensive and wild grasping based on very limited information, but if she wants to play, he'll bring out his claws and see which ones he can manage to sink into her until Captain Killjoy Epps swings by. ]

Or maybe let's talk about your name. Daddy's little Angel. So what happened to Mommy? Daddy get her killed, too?

[ Angel is evidently not the only one who can hit their mark. Still, she's about to say something teasing about using deflection as a tactic until he mentions her mother.

Oh. Her face falls immediately. ]

No. Mom-- no. He didn't. If - if you wanted me to stop, you could just say so, you know. You don't have to lash out. Please.

[ Oh, no. She started this... and has given him a nice target now. ]

What happened to her, then? Dead? Or ran off and left you with him?

She's dead. Listen, I know you feel like you have to teach me a lesson because you feel attacked, but I've stopped. Please. That's enough!

Aww... y'see, I would, but there's this chick who thinks I want people to dislike me. It'd be a dick move to prove her wrong, like, not even a minute after she said that. Which means I'm basically obligated to make you hang up and/or cry. Should piss off a bunch of other people.

Did Mommy die of the space consumption? That'd be real romantic. Or murdered protecting you from something. Might be why you're so forgiving when it comes to parents dying to save your sorry ass.

[ Okay. Okay, no. She's not going to give him the satisfaction. Especially not the satisfaction of making her cry. She'll just have to pick up her cold, clinical AI act again. Fine. ]

I'm sorry, Greg, but you're still way off the mark. And still projecting. And my a- my ass isn't sorry.

[ Calling him Greg's not going to help. ]

Wanna prove that? Go on and show us that tight little asset your parents gave you. Otherwise, I'm seriously not convinced. Also, projecting? Well, golly. My parents are both alive and living a few hours away. I mean, that sounds a lot like them both dying, though. You must be right.

No. And I meant that you are still projecting your parental issues onto me, is all. The thing about you lying, Greg, is that it makes me immediately reconsider my belief in everything you've said to me. And since the father issues I theorised about would fit with the stuff about you being determined to push everyone away due to a fear of rejection, I'm - I'm putting those issues back on the metaphorical table.

[ See, she can do this! For SURE. ]

[ He would answer... except he's now dealing with a screaming robot that is going at a pitch that feels like it's driving nails into his ears. You get the last word, Angel. ]

[ There's only so much he can take, especially with Angel's double dead digital ghost dead haunting his brain. And it's not even just that. This all goes waaaaay beyong low blows.

There'll be no point in screaming at the guy, though. Better leave that to the expert. ]

Hey! Dumpy! I don't think the nice man you're with can really hear you! Increase that pitch, wouldya?

[ Dumpy, being the loyal idiot that he is, obliges. ]

Edited 2015-11-04 01:40 (UTC)

[ After sneering a little more at Angel, House flips over to this message. And immediately regrets it. ]

Screw you, bastard!

[ Snarled before switching off his tablet and covering his ears. ]

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