House: The Musical Strikes Back
...and I landed on metafandom again, for the complaint about a lack of meta. I was really wondering for a minute there why on earth this only seems to happen when I'm bitching, but then I remembered the show and main character we're talking about, went, "Ah, yes. Right."
Admittedly, it would help if I finished more meta that wasn't bitching, but I keep getting distracted by shiny, shiny crack. Like this. For some reason, which I cannot disclose because I'm still kind of hoping to write fic for it, while in a chat I plotbunnied Wilson telling House, "Keep pushing your luck and you'll find out when you're standing in the clinic waiting room in your boxer shorts singing show tunes."
The chat, of course, found this delightful. And then bad, or at least weird, things happened.
Cristin: ...now that's a mental image.
MB: I try.
Maire: It would be showtunes
Aurelia: "Oh why can't you behaaaaaaaaave..."
Maire: Yes!!!
Cristin: Really, it should be something very, very embarrassing. Like "I'm Gonna Wash This Man Right Outta My Hair". Or possibly "Memory", because Memory is just evil.
MB: um
MB: help
Cristin: ?
MB: in my head he's now singing "I Will Survive" to Stacy being backed up by assorted random doctors and nurses.
Cristin: ...the Cake version?
MB: Yes. Because it has cursing.
Cristin: Somehow, the most disturbing part of this mental image is the fact that I'm picturing the doctors and nurses as background dancers.
MB: YES
MB: and he finishes and she and Cuddy and the Ducklings are just standing there going o.o
MB: and Wilson pokes his head in and goes, "What'd I miss?"
MB: and... commercial
Cristin: Hee! Yes!
MB: Cameron: "Something very wrong is going on here."
MB: House: "Tell me about it. Worst of all, it's not even on the level of Buffy the Musical. We seem to be doing Moulin Rouge."
MB: *Everyone pauses to consider this*
MB: Chase: "Who's dying then? It's not me, is it?"
MB: House: "Well, you are the pretty one."
MB: (And at some point, someone will sing "I Feel Pretty". I just can't decide who gets the dubious honor.)
Aurelia: Wilson. >_>
Cristin: Foreman.
Maire: Chase and Wilson could make it a duet
MB: Cuddy: "I've quarantined the hospital."
MB: House: *appalled face* "What?! Why? It's just singing!"
MB: Cuddy: "It's unnatural."
Cristin: The children might get ideas.
MB: House: "I'm not going to argue with that, but is it really necessary to--"
MB: Cuddy: "YES!"
MB: Cuddy: "You're the... weird and freaky things expert. Go find out what's causing this and how we fix it and you can go home."
MB: House: "Diseases, I can do. Harmonizing, not really my field."
MB: Cuddy: "I don't care! Do you have any idea how many love songs I've heard today?"
MB: House: "...too many?"
MB: Cuddy: "Just... go!"
MB: House: *stomps off, opens outer door of office, stares a moment, and hastily closes it and comes back*
MB: Cuddy: *tiredly*"What?"
MB: House: "They're doing Marvin Gaye's 'Sexual Healing'. I think I'm going to wait this one out in here."
MB: Cameron: *singing Disney songs on the balcony, surrounded by birds*
MB: Chase, watching her from inside with Foreman: "It's like I'm in some terrible nightmare and I can't wake up."
MB: House: *stomps in* "I have just found out Dr Peevy is both the walrus and the eggman. How are you guys doing?"
MB: Foreman: "Still not singing."
MB: Chase: *mutters* "I'm trying to figure out where the alcohol is so I can drink myself into oblivion."
MB: House: "Nice plan, but Cuddy seems to expect us to solve this, and--" *sees Cameron* ".... How long has that been going on?"
MB: Chase: "Too long."
MB: Foreman: "About fifteen minutes."
MB: Wilson: *pokes his head in* "You know, it was entertaining for the first three songs, but could someone stop the immunologist from singing "Someday my Prince Will Come" outside my window any longer?"
MB: Chase, darkly: "Just wait. It'll happen to you soon, too. And I bet you'll get showtunes."
(Performance Key: The part of MB was sung, of course, by your hostess. The part of Cristin was sung by ladysorka, the part of Aurelia was sung by aureliapriscus, but not for very long because she had to go to bed, and the part of Maire was sung by writingrose, when she wasn't being distracted by jewelry and/or porn.)
Admittedly, it would help if I finished more meta that wasn't bitching, but I keep getting distracted by shiny, shiny crack. Like this. For some reason, which I cannot disclose because I'm still kind of hoping to write fic for it, while in a chat I plotbunnied Wilson telling House, "Keep pushing your luck and you'll find out when you're standing in the clinic waiting room in your boxer shorts singing show tunes."
The chat, of course, found this delightful. And then bad, or at least weird, things happened.
Cristin: ...now that's a mental image.
MB: I try.
Maire: It would be showtunes
Aurelia: "Oh why can't you behaaaaaaaaave..."
Maire: Yes!!!
Cristin: Really, it should be something very, very embarrassing. Like "I'm Gonna Wash This Man Right Outta My Hair". Or possibly "Memory", because Memory is just evil.
MB: um
MB: help
Cristin: ?
MB: in my head he's now singing "I Will Survive" to Stacy being backed up by assorted random doctors and nurses.
Cristin: ...the Cake version?
MB: Yes. Because it has cursing.
Cristin: Somehow, the most disturbing part of this mental image is the fact that I'm picturing the doctors and nurses as background dancers.
MB: YES
MB: and he finishes and she and Cuddy and the Ducklings are just standing there going o.o
MB: and Wilson pokes his head in and goes, "What'd I miss?"
MB: and... commercial
Cristin: Hee! Yes!
MB: Cameron: "Something very wrong is going on here."
MB: House: "Tell me about it. Worst of all, it's not even on the level of Buffy the Musical. We seem to be doing Moulin Rouge."
MB: *Everyone pauses to consider this*
MB: Chase: "Who's dying then? It's not me, is it?"
MB: House: "Well, you are the pretty one."
MB: (And at some point, someone will sing "I Feel Pretty". I just can't decide who gets the dubious honor.)
Aurelia: Wilson. >_>
Cristin: Foreman.
Maire: Chase and Wilson could make it a duet
MB: Cuddy: "I've quarantined the hospital."
MB: House: *appalled face* "What?! Why? It's just singing!"
MB: Cuddy: "It's unnatural."
Cristin: The children might get ideas.
MB: House: "I'm not going to argue with that, but is it really necessary to--"
MB: Cuddy: "YES!"
MB: Cuddy: "You're the... weird and freaky things expert. Go find out what's causing this and how we fix it and you can go home."
MB: House: "Diseases, I can do. Harmonizing, not really my field."
MB: Cuddy: "I don't care! Do you have any idea how many love songs I've heard today?"
MB: House: "...too many?"
MB: Cuddy: "Just... go!"
MB: House: *stomps off, opens outer door of office, stares a moment, and hastily closes it and comes back*
MB: Cuddy: *tiredly*"What?"
MB: House: "They're doing Marvin Gaye's 'Sexual Healing'. I think I'm going to wait this one out in here."
MB: Cameron: *singing Disney songs on the balcony, surrounded by birds*
MB: Chase, watching her from inside with Foreman: "It's like I'm in some terrible nightmare and I can't wake up."
MB: House: *stomps in* "I have just found out Dr Peevy is both the walrus and the eggman. How are you guys doing?"
MB: Foreman: "Still not singing."
MB: Chase: *mutters* "I'm trying to figure out where the alcohol is so I can drink myself into oblivion."
MB: House: "Nice plan, but Cuddy seems to expect us to solve this, and--" *sees Cameron* ".... How long has that been going on?"
MB: Chase: "Too long."
MB: Foreman: "About fifteen minutes."
MB: Wilson: *pokes his head in* "You know, it was entertaining for the first three songs, but could someone stop the immunologist from singing "Someday my Prince Will Come" outside my window any longer?"
MB: Chase, darkly: "Just wait. It'll happen to you soon, too. And I bet you'll get showtunes."
(Performance Key: The part of MB was sung, of course, by your hostess. The part of Cristin was sung by ladysorka, the part of Aurelia was sung by aureliapriscus, but not for very long because she had to go to bed, and the part of Maire was sung by writingrose, when she wasn't being distracted by jewelry and/or porn.)