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VERONICA: Good evening Fandom, this is Veronica and this is my last ever radio broadcast. *sounds of sniffling* No, I'm not crying. Shut up.

ARCHIE: And neither -- *sniff* -- am I. There's . . . a very strong smell of onions in here for some reason. Yes.

VERONICA: Exactly. We should start so we don't have to smell it for too long.

Cut for Veronica and Archie's last radio broadcast WOE )

VERONICA: And speaking of being mopey - *sniffles* - I think that's all the news for tonight.

ARCHIE: Suddenly I wish there was more. Strange, often indecipherable notes and all. *faint whimper* Veronica, I don't really want to sign off for the last time.

VERONICA: I don't either. We could just sit here all night and talk about random things.

ARCHIE: Oh! Like how to get to llama school!

VERONICA: Yes, or that dreadful song that everyone seems to love.

ARCHIE: I'd really rather not talk about that. Perhaps it's best to end the broadcast after all. You do know what they say about all good things. *sniffle*

VERONICA: *sniffle* Yes, I suppose you're right. We shouldn't be sad. Let's celebrate and remember a year in the life of friends.

ARCHIE: I'll never forget how many minutes are in a year now, either. So, for the last time, Fandom, this is former Lieutenant Archie Kennedy . . .

VERONICA: And Veronica Mars, signing off.

ARCHIE: Wishing you a fair wind, clear skies, and a very good night -- and a wonderful life -- indeed. We love you, Fandom. Take good care of yourselves.

VERONICA: And take good care of each other. We'll miss you all!

*muffled sniffling* Do you think they believed us about the onions . . .?

*mic cuts out*

[ooc: so much love to [livejournal.com profile] actingltcrumpet for co-writing tonight and for all the other nights. cookies to the radio staff for all their hard work. hugs to everyone else. WOE.]
[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
Ahoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy there, Fandom! This is Acting Private Lieutenanteer Archie Kennedy with you on this fine and oddly fuzzy night -- hard to starboard, look out for those rocks! Oh. That's just my microphone. *giggle* I had sake. It rhymes with hockey. I played hockey a little bit last fall! And there is news! Yes! That's why I'm here. And pretty blinking lights. They're more interesting than the news!

Incidentally, I'm wearing shorts. That's news!


Scuba-ing met today! They made faces! Out of what? Twinkies? Twinkies from outer space! That has to be it! And after the Twinkie-faces, Willow, Bridge, and Saku -- Sock -- Sake! I like that drink. They talked to Xander. The class about winning friends that doesn't really seem to do that too well pretended to care about each other's problems. There's this lovely Japanese rice wine that does a better job of that, you know. With much less effort!

First Aid practiced on computers. Computers can get sick! They get viruses! I learned about that! But not in First Aid.

And Writing wrote fanfic. I'm sure it was lovely! It really was! Please don't intimately introduce the microphone to any parts of my anatomy, Chloe!

And Rory opened the library today. Hello, Rory! She talked to Hermione about the art of defending against darkness, or some such, and found out from Dawn that Dean was missing. She and Sam, whom I've yet to meet but I hear is cute, did some research. She's green and glowy! Or so my notes say. I think. If I squint! Alec was there too.

In the clinics, Doctor Lambert watched The Denied, and Doctor Troy perused educational material. What sort of education? I'd like to know.

In the Crew Berths, Hopefully With Alcohol (But Probably Not)

In the gym this morning, Cameron was stretchy. Hello, Cameron! Did you ever give me my pillow back? He taught my girlfriend a lesson and told her about his date with Chloe. If there was intimate introduction of any sort I don't know about it. I can't read my notes very well tonight. He talked to Bel about their plans for after they leave, and Bel invited him to have sake with us. That's why he was there! Veronica told Bel about drinking games, and Pip and Cameron compared dates. Dates grow on treeeeeeeeeees! And the dance club that pays no attention to the laws of physics doesn't grow on trees! I think.

Anakin brought Coruscant culture to the lobby today. Did it put up a fight? He talked to Jaye about something called dricklefruit pie. Good Lord, that sounds smurfy. Willow was there but possibly not smurfy, though the food with surprise in its name that Anakin and Bridge were talking about could have been smurfy. Blair wanted Anakin to say hello to the . . . barber temple? Elizabeth Weir wanted to know what the occasion was. One doesn't need a particular occasion for culture! Or sake! Jude was cute with Setsuna and got a souvenir from Tim, who also had a souvenir for Ivanova and talked to Peter who talks a little bit like me. Hamlet wanted to know if the food bites. Food can bite! So can water, if it's been in a wooden barrel for six months! Even though Ivanova decided that food was better than moping, she might rethink that if the food was my old shipboard stores after six months in bad weather. Tim asked Anakin about the trip -- did you fall, Anakin? -- and Rory got candy suggestions. Hello, Rory! Oh, I said that already! And Jude had many, many questions.

In the third floor common room, Peter Parker who does not talk like me was watching the Gelmoore Gals and wondering if Jaye tastes like evil. I don't know what evil tastes like but it certainly can't taste like sake. Callisto mocked his taste, because maybe it was evil, and Marty was concerned about Callisto's health. I hope you didn't get too curious, Marty, or I'd be concerned about yours. I hear you're actually a Gelmoore Gals fan, though! Jamie wanted to be let in through the window. Windows have glass! Glass is clear! It's very easy to walk into if you're not careful! Not that I've done that tonight! Peter and Rory shared Gelmoore Gals gossip, Rory and Marty considered colleges, Rory and Angela contemplated Callisto, Marty and Angela discussed their day, and Angela permitted Peter to partake of -- damn, "jelly beans" doesn't start with a P. Parker's name does, though! She talked anniversaries with Angela and upcoming classes with Peter.

And . . . Callisto is pregnant with Bel's child. Or Angel's. Maybe both. That's what Jaye told Rory, apparently. My notes are very fuzzy.

The flu, which is what Seras has, is not fuzzy though. Neither is cheesecake, which Cameron and Molly shared while talking about their dates. Speaking of dates, Jack Harkness picked Sam Carter up for a picnic date. I don't think these are the kind of dates that grow on trees, though. Pippi was hanging out in her room. Maybe she was dangling from the ceiling by her toes! Willow fed the English Peter, which was probably fuzzy in the adorable way. John, whose one-man menagerie days are sadly behind him, has a defective shark, and apparently Dean has defective visibility, as he and his brother sought help from Alec today.

And there was sake in Bel's room tonight! Phoebe, Veronica, Nadia, Walter, Piper, Pipipipippi, Pip, Cameron, Chloe, Seras, Stark, Cally, Jude, Alphonse, Xander, Bridge, Demyx, and I were there! We played I Never, even though some of us really did, and spun the bottle. It's a very pretty bottle.

On Shore Leave, Where There Is Always Liquor

John Connor was fixing dingbots at Sparky Repairs. Hee, dingbots. I like that word. Dingbots dingbots dingbots! Empire Records had country music today, much to Tim's chagrin. It didn't stop Angela from telling Jamie about her boyfriend, though.

Sister Rosette was reading the Gospel to little old ladies with voices. How many voices did they have? Marie and Tempe were at the Perk tonight, but before that -- I think -- Pippi and Tempe joined Cally in the junkyard. Junkyard? I really have nothing to say about that.

Caritas was quiet, but Cafe Fina was the place to be today, with Nadia working and a special drawing in all the customers. The Doctor had lunch, and Jane who shares my love for tiny paper umbrellas didn't think Nadia was a very good waitress. Sister Rosette and Chrono's sundae ran away! Don't worry, it should turn up between Saturday and Monday! Walter, Pippi, and Pip had lunch to give Nadia moral support. That's damned sporting of you! Conner wanted a fancy lunch, the very attractive Mountie and his very nice hat and dog got food to go, and Clark had lunch as well. Nadia talked to Alfred after her shift. Perhaps you'll get a pay rise, Nadia! You seem to bring in quite the crowd!

And that's all we have tonight, I think. If there's more, that's just too damned bad, because I can't read these notes at all any more. Everything is fuzzy. I'm going to go home and sleep now. Sleep nice and fuzzy. Yes.


So good night, Fandom! This is Private Lieutenant Actingteer Kennedy signing off for the night, wishing you all a . . . I can't remember now.

How do you turn this bloody thing off aga -- *click*
[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
Ahoy there, Fandom! This is Privateer Archie Kennedy here with you on the airwaves tonight. Shall we commence with the debriefing? Yes, I rather thought so.


Writing learned about poetry today, and I suspect wrote some rather horrific examples of the stuff. Archery shot at moving targets; no word on any casualties. A lucky thing, as First Aid learned how to diagnose various treatments but I can't be sure if arrow wounds were among them. Scoobying met in order to practice making jokes and then throw water balloons at each other and at Xander, as Marie, River, Zero, and Parker did. Bridge stopped by to join in the balloon flinging, as did Willow, though she was armed with a water pistol instead.

Irony, thy name is How to Win Friends, where students learned how to deal with delicate situations. Or highly bizarre situations. I can't decide which.

The library was far too busy for a summer day. Cedric, Angela, and Anakin all stopped in.

The Wardroom and Sickbay

We, er, had a monster in the cafeteria today. Aeryn, River, Z, and Tim availed themselves of the cookies it provided. Well, at least it was edible, even if it might not have been nourishing.

In the clinic, Doctor Troy proved to be unamused by the ongoing feud between Tommy Gavin and Doctor Cox. If Doctor Lambert was similarly unamused, it's hard to say, as she was engrossed in some experiments during her shift.

In the Crew Berths

Whoever Berthold is, he was wandering in the fifth floor common room this morning before making friends with Phoebe and sharing cold pancakes with Pippi, who was regaled with tales of Phoebe's life as a mermaid. Nadia and Walter had breakfast on the roof, and Pip was in the gym working out . . . and trying to excuse himself from dating Pippi. Oh, honestly, Pip, why not?

Sakurazaki and Jude were in the fourth floor common room, as was a bored and mischief-hunting John Connor. In the fifth floor common room Bel was moping, which is hardly a new development. He and Nadia teased each other about last weekend's latest brand of insanity, before Piper stopped in to chat. A damp Dawn greeted both Bel and Nadia, as did Cally, who was disappointed that yesterday's snickerdoodles recipe was people-free. Anders discussed his sexual preferences with Bel, was pleased to see that Nadia is herself again, and got very wet thanks to Cally.

Later on, in the second floor common room, Bridge was watching The Amazing Sci-Fi Submarine Show. Anders talked to him about blowholes. Oh, good God, I don't want to know. Bridge and Dean discussed Bridge's past bodyswap experience, and Rory -- hello, Rory! -- rhapsodized about romantic dolphins, talked to Dean about dolphins and how he thought he was his brother over the weekend. She and Anders discussed Common Room Olympics, which I hope to God are not the same sort of athletic pursuits some of you get up to behind closed doors. Z told Bridge about a phone call, and Zack and Bridge discovered the thirty-year difference between their times.

Thirty years? Is that all?

Sakurazaki returned to town. Welcome back! Pippi was listening to music this morning, the lovely Sam Carter taught Molly about lockpicking, Cameron and John Crichton discussed John and Aeryn's upcoming one-year anniversary, and John and Aeryn discussed his sleep habits. Cedric visited Jack and told him about his day in the library.

Janet dropped by to see Parker, as did Anders. Dean tried to get Sam to stop moping. I don't know whether or not he succeeded, but Dawn was bothering Sam while he tried to read. Joxer begged for Kaylee's forgiveness, which she reportedly granted. And Jamie . . . bothered Peter Parker while walking on his hands. Who was walking on whose hands, now? I can't be sure, but it hurts like the devil to have your knuckles trod on, that's all I know. Marty made a phone call and got a visit from Cally, then headed up to the roof with Angela for something involving glitter and photography. Nadia and Seras were in the dance studio late tonight, as well.

On Shore Leave

Willow and Peter my fellow countryman were at Pizza Planet today, having lunch and exchanging gifts. I'm told it was adorable. I don't doubt it, though I doubt it was the reason for Sister Rosette's gigglefit at the church. Jane was at All and Sundries, looking for shampoo -- I told you it was a modern marvel, Jane! Veronica and I had a nice picnic at Serenity Cove, as well.

Cafe Fina was open, and Seras and Pippi were present for lunch, where they talked to Walter about the weekend's mixups, stories of which he also shared with Alfred. At Caritas, and it's still odd to me to not be there on a Tuesday night, Tim met Jane.

As it appears to have been a rather calm day, that's all the news I have to report. So this is Privateer Archie Kennedy striking colors and signing off, wishing you all a fair wind, clear skies, and a very pleasant night indeed.
[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
Hello and good evening, Fandom! This is no-longer-Lieutenant Archie Kennedy here with you, sailing the airwaves as a bit of a freelancer on a hot and muggy night. It's been a while since I've been at the helm. Hopefully it is, as they say, not unlike riding a bicycle.


Writing learned about the fine art of writing gossip. Given one of the students in that class, I'm sure at least half the results were unintelligible. Being unintelligible seemed to be the order of the day in Scoobying, where students signed in in Pig Latin and conversed in Gibberish. I never learned these languages in school! Bridge and Willow stopped by to talk to Xander, as they do, but apparently did so in English. I'm sure Xander was relieved.

The class ironically named How to Win Friends and so on and so forth paired up to taunt each other. Hopefully no one was wounded too badly. Not that First Aid would have helped them much, as when they weren't chit-chatting they were learning to treat insect bites. Not bruised egos, or arrow wounds, though no one was injured in Archery despite the shooting of things. Peter Parker is lucky to have escaped with his life, though, after criticizing Miho -- much to Gwynn's horror.

In the library, Aeryn and Rory -- hello, Rory! I remembered this time! -- talked about Massachusetts, the future, and geography, which is quite the combination of subjects. Perhaps it was the geography of Massachusetts in the future? I don't know. Jack, who seems to be her fake fiancé, brought her presents, as fake fiancés do, I suppose. Broots came in to talk about the greasy weekend . . . what?

Sickbay, the Wardroom, and the Chain of Command

Sakurazaki had lunch in the cafeteria today. She's very regular about that. At least some of us are eating properly.

Principal Washburn passed the word for Sam Winchester, he who is known to our esteemed radio sources as Cute Sam. Both he and Dean reported to her office.

It was quiet in the clinic today for Doctor Troy and his magazines, though reportedly Doctor Lambert was battling a sandwich. *pause* Around here, I believe it.

In the Crew Berths

The gym was bustling this morning. Bel attempted to kill the punching bag, and again, in this town I'd believe it if someone told me the bag attacked him first. Marty didn't make him sing, which might or might not be a favor to all of us, though he did sing show tunes at Callisto, which certainly didn't do him any favors. Neither did finding out from Nadia that the gremlins have it in for him, I imagine. Bel told Callisto, after flailing at her, that he has two inches on Angel. How exactly do you know this so exactly, Bel?

Nadia told Pippi about beating the stuffing out of Joxer -- as if that's difficult -- which may or may not have been connected to her relationship with Walter, and discussed staffs with Conner, who was contemplating a life of piracy with Pippi, because it was better than being bored.

Pippi! Can I join your crew? I'm no longer restricted from doing so! I think "Privateer Kennedy" has a ring to it.

The Winchester brothers sparred as well; it seems the outcome of Dean's visit to Principal Washburn's office was that he got detention for trying to get Sam out of detention. Honestly, I've seen men have more chance of success trying to talk their way out of being pressganged.

Even more physical activity, as Peter and Willow engaged in swordplay down at the salle. Cameron was at the gym later in the afternoon, and noticed Sakurazaki's wings. He also sparred with Veronica, which luckily resulted in no injuries for either of them. Sparring being the order of the day, Walter got into it with both Nadia and Joxer.

Dean and Dawn were doing photography on the roof. Smurfy photography, no doubt. Kawalsky had pizza in the third floor common room, where he told Marie about being John Travolta. Marie and Cally talked about boys and dating, and Conner was on edge around Marie. Alec met Kawalsky and told Cally about how Sam Winchester punched him in the face, then regaled Sam Carter with tales of getting Anakin to strip. Z was there, and caught up with Cally, who promised not to spread cooties and wanted to make sure Conner isn't a eunuch. Oh good God. I didn't need to think about that. I've only met him the one time, but ugh. Cameron caught up with Marie, told Kawalsky about getting drunk with Jack, received lessons in how to scarf down a pizza from the lovely Sam Carter, and opined to Alec that the party ought to be on the second floor.

For the fact that it was not, we first-floor residents thank you.

If I'm ever out on the ocean and spy an island of pizza, I think I might have to steer clear of it. It seems to have a siren's song of its own. Alanna and Faithful responded to it, as did Bridge, who renamed Cally, Sam Carter, Conner, Callisto, Xander Harris, and Angela. I wonder, if you sail toward the Island of Pizza if lured by its siren's song, what are the rocks onto which you would sail to your ruin? The stack of empty boxes?

Marty and Angela were adorable this morning despite Min's loud protests, and also being adorable were Greg, Isabel, Willow, and Peter who had a double date, and Jack and Cedric, Joxer and Kaylee. John and Aeryn talked about the future, and Demyx stopped by to see Anders. Pippi and River talked about River's breakup with Tyler, which . . . does not fit in so well with much of the previous news. Condolences, the two of you.


*rustles papers*

Phoebe is a mermaid? That's what Lana told Piper, and Piper relayed the message to Bel, who had to go see for himself.

I . . . I'm sorry. There is no shortage of songs that I know about mermaids, and all of them are in my head right now. I wonder if I can get any of them as ringtones? Not that I don't like the one I have now, because -- "That's how you GET TO LLAMA SCHOOL!"

You know, on the bright side, better a mermaid than a llama. Llamas spit.

So I've heard. Finally, Sakurazaki and Ranma were in the fourth floor common room late tonight.

On Shore Leave

Sakurazaki was joined by Ranma on a jog through town, and Jamie and Willow discussed something called the Friend Zone at Empire Records, where Cally stopped in, in search of a job. Sister Rosette gave up on working in the church graveyard today, and no wonder. It was damned hot out there! The air conditioning was out at All and Sundries, as it was at the Fourth Sin, where Becky pleaded with Jarod to fix it. A mysterious present and the ice bucket may have cheered Becky and Miho's day a bit, though. Sam Winchester, on the other hand, tried to return his Fourth Sin gift certificate and probably had a bad time of it. No word on whether GOB had a bad time of it, though, after telling Becky he'd seen the tape from Caritas last night.

Sparky Repairs was open, and John Connor wasn't feeling well, but at work anyhow. Commendable! Molly and Kawalsky were at the Perk this afternoon as well. Coffee in the heat? At least Jane's horse was well taken care of.

Jane herself had lunch at Cafe Fina and talked to Walter about her arrival in Fandom, and Walter apologized to Seras for Saturday. I hope you've apologized to Veronica as well, Walter! Later, Jane opened Caritas for the first time, and it's strange to go in on Tuesdays and not see Veronica behind the bar, so Veronica and I went there anyway, as did John Connor and Ranma. Jane learned about singing for tips from GOB, and I made her acquaintance as well. It's always a pleasure to meet someone else who comes from a century or more ago.

Speaking of a century or more, it feels like it's been that long since I've slept. And since that's all the news I have for you tonight, Fandom, I'm striking colors. Until next week, this is Privateer Archie Kennedy, wishing you a fair wind and clear skies, and a very good night indeed.

Fandom Radio, July 11

Wednesday, July 12th, 2006 12:53 am
[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
*faintly muffled Nokia default ringtone, in obnoxious polyphonic glory*

Hello and good evening, Fandom! This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy, back at the helm this week. Did you miss me? Don't mind the -- *beep beep boop* -- noise, I'm still figuring out the quirks of my new phone. Yes, I have a cell phone now. Try not to faint.

But that's not the big news in town tonight, is it?

*"I ain't no hollaback girl! I ain't no holl--"*

Excuse me. Yes. News. Good God.


How to Win Friends met today and paired up in an attempt to obtain the object of their desire. No word on their success rate, but I fear what, er, objects some of you might have. The ever-popular and occasionally dirty Scoobying workshop discussed the value of doughnuts to a team. You know, if doughnuts kept well at sea, I would have had the best-disciplined gunnery crew ever. But then there was doughnut theft! The indignity of it all, though somewhat assuaged by yet more doughnuts back at Jeff, the God of Biscuits, where Bridge and Willow visited Xander!

On a note that is actually related to baked goods, Archery met under the silent and monochromatic tutelage of the enigmatic Miho and had cookies, not to mention an accidental dragon, which Peter Parker hopes will be on the final. In that course, as well as in the Writing workshop where Anders and Kaylee got acquainted, Alanna was apologetic for her absence over the last three weeks of workshops.

And in First Aid, students introduced themselves as is only fitting on the first day of class. Hermione, Parker, and Z had to deal with simulated toddlers. I imagine the resultant irritation was not so simulated, however. Lana, Walter, and Peter Pevensie had a mounted animal nature trail to deal with, and Isabel, Briar, and Seras had the badger victims of a car crash on their hands.

*a few high-pitched, yet bombastic bars of the polyphonic ringtone version of "A Night on Bald Mountain"*

Well, that was appropriate.

*beep beep*

*". . . and that's how you GET TO LLAMA SCHOOL!"*

Who the hell programs these things into cell phones anyhow?

The Mess Hall, Sickbay, and Wardroom

Pippi grabbed meatballs in the cafeteria, which I hope isn't dirty, and Tim had lunch. I assume the rest of you ate at some point.

Doctor Arroway sent out an email to the astronomy students; Professor Dean The Tick held office hours; Doctor Troy opened the clinic this morning, and Doctor Lambert had the evening shift, as per usual.

In the Crew Cabins

Fry had coffee in his underwear at the Snake campfire this morning. That sounds painful, though whether for Fry or any witnesses who found the sight upsetting is hard to tell. Luna and Briar were there, apparently not that upset by the sight, talking about mean trees and workshops; Xander Bly helped Briar get back up to speed on what he missed during his absence. Peter Griffin was also in his underwear, which did upset Luna; she and Xander Bly were most assuredly not staring at him while they chatted about workshops. At Puffin, Sakurazaki was meditating and taught Conner, the little tramp, to do the same. Ranma, who my notes indicate was a girl, was also there and, I quote, "harshed Sakurazaki's mellow." Which sounds decidedly smurfy if you ask me. Also there was River in the grass, being zen with Sakurazaki.

*"You know my hips don't --"* What the HELL?

Koala was busy this morning, with Blair making egg muffins by the fire, chatting with Willow about taking on the administration in the name of religious diversity, talking to Bel about the terms of their bet, with Cally about workshops, flying, and how birds feed their young, Walter about his time in 1944, and Pippi about eating dirt -- which they were far too excited about, I would think. Cally and Willow attempted to patch up their differences, Walter and Pippi made plans to meet after First Aid, Nadia decided that Blair was in fact making food despite Blair's uncertainty, Pippi invited Nadia to join her and Walter in the park and invited Pip to Disneyland and the screening of her documentary and Sakurazaki's, and Blair made Pip food. Inside Koala cabin, Maia and Jude discussed girlfriends.

Over in Pangolin, Peter Pevensie woke Parker up at the crack of dawn to go running, much to the consternation and amusement of Janet, Anders, Angela, Elizabeth, and Z. Peter later met Willow for lunch, and the two of them went camping.

*BEEP beep beep beep-beep beep-beep beep-beep beep-BEEP beep-beep beep beep-beep beep!*

Why does that sound make me think of Italian plumbers? I don't know. Anyhow, squirrels eat acorns, but in Squirrel Pippi ate an apple, but Jaye and Jack were up at the dorms. Phoebe had a migraine, and I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you're feeling better, Phoebe.

At the aforementioned screening of Pippi and Sakurazaki's documentaries, River, Walter, and Bel were among the people in attendance. Willow talked with Sakurazaki about holidays, with Tim about how he helped with the film, and with Kaylee about their workshops; and of course, she was cute with Peter, who made his film debut tonight, as Sakurazaki reminded him. Stark talked to Sakurazaki and to Tim, who wanted a copy of the film; Kaylee talked with Sakurazaki, Tim, Luna, and Peter. Luna was also there, chatting with Tim and Sakurazaki, and Pip and Tim chatted.

At Puffin campfire, Conner played with his sack, and let Nadia and Pippi play with it as well. He asked Marie why Willow and Bel were threatening him, and talked to Dawn about being dumb. This isn't a surprise. Look who he's sleeping with. Marie spoke with Jamie before walking away. Dawn explained hacky sack to Pip, Tim chatted with Conner, Stark came by and talked with Conner and Sakurazaki, and Walter talked with Stark, Conner, and Nadia.

*a few shrill bars of "Flight of the Bumblebee"*

Good God. I'm covered in bees, or at least I feel like I should be.

At Stickbug, Peter Parker played with pebbles. Actually, he was juggling rocks, the wisdom of which Sam Carter doubted. Isabel told him and Sam about her impending visit home, and caught up with Kawalsky, who discussed bizarre creatures with Peter, and . . . was sat upon by Faithful, demanded marshmallows from Greg, and discussed diets with the lovely Sam Carter. Greg talked to Isabel about his radio broadcast, and to Peter Parker about filming Callisto kissing a duck. Alanna is overjoyed about being able to move again, but she did speculate with Peter about who drew on her chest with lipstick. John Crichton was napping in his alcove until Aeryn woke him up. I miss being able to report on his latest animal transformations.

And this afternoon, Anakin was tossing croissants in front of the Flamingo campfire. Molly, Rory, Willow, Bridge, Blair, Anders, Xander, and Nadia all had to stop and observe.

Finally, in the gym this morning, Cameron taught Veronica a new kick, which I fully intend to make sure she never needs to use on me, and talked with Anders about post-breakup recovery. Oh, for God's sake, Samuel. Shut up already. Lord knows Parker smacked you for it.

Up on the roof of Flamingo, Xander and Bridge had a rather somber conversation, and in Puffin, Alphonse wrote a letter home and talked to Sakurazaki and Conner.

On Shore Leave

*a few rather exuberant bars of "La Cucaracha"*

Oh, no, that won't do either. Bloody ringtones. Anyhow, Walter, River, Pippi, Old Man, and Mr. Neilson were in the park today, feeding ducks and flying kites, and also in the park, Maia introduced Jude to Ivanova.

At The Fourth Sin, Jarod told Miho he was moving out. She took it admirably, by Miho standards. Seras was there as well, wanting to talk to Becky about Sex Ed, and did not exactly come away feeling reassured. And Jack came by to talk to Jarod.

*"Wastin' away again in Margaritaville, searching for my --"*

Damned phone. I've yet to find a ringtone I like. That one is rather catchy, though.

At Caritas, that blessed haven of beverage and song, the Doctor met Veronica and talked with Daisy. Alanna and Faithful were there, talking to Veronica about the radio broadcasts and to Piper about the weather. Piper also talked with Veronica about their workshops and last weekend, the details of which I am not divulging even though I was there. No, you can't bribe me. Lana also discussed workshops with Veronica, and Daisy wanted to know if anyone has ever died during one of the Fandom invasions that are really to be expected by now. But I certainly wasn't playing with my phone at all.

That was not dirty. I swear.

Oh well. That seems to be all the news for the night. And so this is Archie Kennedy striking colors and signing off, wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies, and a very pleasant good night indeed. And wishing I can finally decide on a ringtone.

*beep* *beep*

*"We were drawn from the --"*


*desperate clattering and scrambling before the microphone crashes to the floor*

*dead air*

[OOC: Oh, and many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] nadiathesaint, [livejournal.com profile] demonbelthazor, [livejournal.com profile] kitty__fetish, [livejournal.com profile] walter_n_wires, [livejournal.com profile] banikslaveboy, [livejournal.com profile] bridge_carson, and [livejournal.com profile] sogothcally for the evil ringtone suggestions. Did I miss anyone? I hope not.]

Fandom Radio, June 27

Tuesday, June 27th, 2006 11:59 pm
[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
Er . . . hello, Fandom. This is Lieutenant . . . yes, damn you, I said Lieutenant. No, there's no need to look at me like that. There's not a damn thing you can do about it now, is there? As I was saying, this is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy at the helm with you tonight here on Fandom Radio -- and I'd do it a damn sight better than you would, Jack! I'm . . . yes, where was I? Bear with me tonight, please, folks, I'm not quite myself.


Yes, that's your fault. No need to rub it in. Let's get to it, shall we?


In Archery today -- no need to remind me of your reputation as a crack shot, Jack -- the students got to shoot at one another. Bel seemed out of sorts, though he talked to Conner and Dean about ghosts and brownies. Sam was quite happy about being able to shoot his classmates, cut a deal with Parker (who also made a deal with Conner), and made a wager with his brother about who would come out on top.

Bel's attempt to shimmer to the end of the gauntlet didn't go over very well with Parker, Isabel, or Conner. Something seemed to upset him further, at any rate. Isabel, Conner, and Parker shot at one another, and Dean found himself trading shots with Sam, Parker, Conner, and Dawn. But Miho wasn't idle throughout all this, and Bel, Conner, Sakurazaki, Dawn, and Molly all fell victim to her arrows.

*pause* No, Jack, I don't believe you could do better. Anyhow, in Campfire Stories and Songs, Professor Ted told the story of Snow Vhite and the Seven Dwarves, after which they sang a song about an old man who played knick-knack with a pulse rifle gun. That actually makes sense to me. Confused, Jack? You should be. But I'm actually not. Nor am I confused by the notion of fanfiction, which the Writing workshop students worked on today. Ordinarily I'd take shots at a certain student here, but I've other things on my mind tonight.

First Aid students learned how to treat burns and carry injured people. Which is a useful skill on board ship, I must say . . . oh, as if you ever lifted a finger to help any of your men, Jack. The Scoobying students made faces at one another, and thank God none of you had to look at the face that I'm looking at right now. If you did, you might run out of the room upset as Lana apparently did. Willow stopped by with food for Xander after class, though.

And finally in classes, Documentaries students worked on their scripts and storyboards.

The Wardroom (Which Was a Much More Pleasant Place Without You, Jack), Mess Hall, Sickbay, and Chain of Command

Our lovely and esteemed Principal Washburn held office hours today, where she was visited by Pippi and Bridge.

In the mess hall, Pippi watched videos.

Doctor Pevensie was visited by Tyler today, and both Doctor Troy and Doctor Lambert's clinic shifts were, as far as I can tell, quiet. It's quiet in here right now; that's a relief. Perhaps I can get through . . .damn.

In The Crew Berths, Where I Wake Up Every Bloody Half Hour

Lyta seemed deep in thought in the third floor common room this morning, where she was greeted by Tim; River was making food in the fifth floor common room, where she spoke with Tim who flirted with Gwynn. The second floor den of iniquity played host to Parker and Elizabeth talking about summer vacations and cheerleading photos, as well as to Xander and a very agitated Bridge. Callisto was there as well, and a subdued Molly, who . . . seemed to be talking to someone. In the fourth floor common room, Alphonse talked to a restless Sakurazaki. . . . Yes, yes, shut up about your own restlessness.

In the gym, Pippi, Seras, and Pip talked about riding crops and where to get them . . . no, Jack, you can't have one . . . and the salle saw Peter practicing and talking to Tim about swords.

Er, congratulations to Greg who is no longer a hedgehog, but was naked in Isabel's room. Aeryn was having trouble sleeping, and believe me, I know the feeling right now. As did Veronica, whose troubling dreams woke Cally and Anakin, and Molly.

Parker had email -- you don't know what that is, do you? River came out from under the bed, and Sam Carter and Jack Harkness -- I clarify for the benefit of my unwelcome guest here -- went out on the town to Cafe Fina and then back to the dorms. Anders and Conner were seen coming back to the dorms together rather late tonight as well.

While Pippi interviewed Blair for her documentary, she made sure to get in some relaxation time first. God, what I wouldn't do for some relaxation. While Cedric and Jack -- not you, you bastard -- talked about magic and its playful aspects, Xander and Bridge talked while Bridge apparently packed an overnight bag, and Piper and Veronica talked about the . . . the strange goings-on of late. Alphonse, however, was talking to himself until Nadia checked up on him, and Draco also talked to himself. Talking to yourselves? Were you really . . . I wonder.

On Shore Leave, Where I Still Can't Get Rid Of You

A hung over Becky and brownie-eating Miho were at the Fourth Sin today, where Jarod also made a phone call. Yes, Jack, by all means, go there and leave me the hell alone for a little while! Peter and Willow were their usual adorable selves at the Perk, and managed to work in talk about chicken soup, geometry, and London amidst all the flirtation.

Clark went for a walk in the woods, and Lana was . . .hmm. Also talking to no one, it seems; that's where Phoebe found her, and learned that she has apparently been seeing her dead boyfriend.

Stop laughing, Jack, that's not funny.

At Empire Records, Nadia stopped in for special brownies and talked to Lucas about changing her hours. All and Sundries was open, as was Sparky Repairs, and Agatha, I am so sorry about missing class yesterday.

Caritas, Where Everyone Was, Including Some Uninvited Guests

By God, it was busy at my usual Tuesday night haunt tonight, where Nadia and Walter got Blair drunk for the first time. And I do use that word haunt deliberately even though for the moment I'm . . . well. Not being bothered. There was singing in abundance from Conner who apparently didn't want to freak Anders out, Blair with a rather rousing rendition of Kumbaya, Walter with "Anything Goes," Nadia who once was the Queen of Spain, Seras and Hamlet singing about a rebel yell, Dean, who feels like a woman, and Sam, who professes to being a macho man. Mixed messages, all of you.

Nadia and Veronica were talking about ghosts, and Piper was there to check up on Veronica. Bel needed a good stiff drink, as I did after what happened to Veronica and me. Tim and Clark were there as well; so was Cally. Lucas took a night away from Empire Records and talked to Clark and Veronica, while Artie discussed being unable to find himself with Tim and talked to Seras about aluminum siding.

Quark and Clark talked business, as did Edmund and Quark. Speaking of Edmund, Seras didn't seem all too happy to see him there. At least he's alive, Seras. Kaylee showed up with Joxer who was being even stranger than usual, and talked to Tim, and Chloe talked to Veronica and Clark. Once Conner and Anders started drinking, a little strategically applied peer pressure by Veronica resulted in what Jaye would refer to as "Yay, boykissy!" And also girlkissy. Turnabout is fair play, Samuel, so why were you so upset?

The Winchester brothers, followed to Caritas by Dawn, made an appearance as well in hopes of getting free drinks from Veronica, which is what Alec, who talked to Chloe, did as well. Tim met Sam and learned that Alec has better hair than Dean. Phoebe and Lana were there and talked to Tim, Clark, and Cally. And Hamlet was there as well; he and Tim finally exchanged first names, and Seras told him he looked just like Billy Idol. Apparently he can see my friend, too. He was talking to Tyler, who joins the ranks of Fandom's highly agitated, as well.

*pause* *sound of a chair scraping against the floor abruptly*

Damn it! I thought you were gone! Another five minutes, Jack, please? I just need to finish this . . .

*pause, and a long intake of breath*

Look, something is going on. Nightmares, highly agitated people . . . apparitions and sightings. We've banded together to help each other before. Some of you have the knowledge and the skills to help look into the matter. If you can do so again, well . . . all right, all right. This is Archie Kennedy striking colors and signing off, and wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies. By God, do I wish that for you all.

[OOC: Tonight's uncredited and unheard cohost: the ghost of Midshipman Jack Simpson.]

Fandom Radio, June 13

Wednesday, June 14th, 2006 12:31 am
[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
Hello and good evening, Fandom! This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy manning the tiller for you on a nonsticky Tuesday night. Let's see what today's log tells us about what mischief we've all been up to, shall we?


Chloe's writing workshop met this morning and talked about gossip. But did they actually put any of this talk into practice? Oh wait, folks, that's what I and my fellow broadcasters are here for. Gossip in action right here, ladies and gentlemen. They talked about other things as well: Janet and Marie talked about cheerleading and Liz and Janet passed notes. Cameron asked Chloe why she was teaching them a bad habit. Cameron, my dear smurfy boy, at least she wasn't teaching you to pick your noses or overindulge in alcohol. Some of you don't need any help learning that last one, anyhow.

First Aid also met this morning and learned about the nervous system. People were chatty, as they are quite frequently in classes around here, and practiced first aid techniques on Danger Shop simulations. They also had the opportunity to make posters for the Art Fair.

The Documentary workshop learned about conducting interviews by interviewing the workshop instructors, Jay and Silent Bob. *pause* How much of an interview did you get out of Silent Bob, anyhow?

Moving on to afternoon workshops, Archery used real arrows again, but this time, with smaller targets. And, as is always the case with this group, there was a lot of talking, the majority of which centered around Bel being stuck in his demon form. Really, I'm surprised that Miho hasn't killed anyone yet. No virtual teal deer appear to have died either. I might be sadder about that than about the students.

There was a lot of talking in Scoobying as well, but it's all in gibberish, which is apparently a real language. Bloody hell, learn something new every day around here -- not necessarily useful, but new. After the workshop, Willow stopped by to talk to Xander, Nadia asked about his injury, and Bridge and Xander realized that they almost missed their anniversary.

And finally, this evening, Campfire Stories and Songs met. Professor Ted told the story of "Belloe and the Beast." Then Nadia told a creepy story and they sang a song about what to do with a drunken gremlin. I know one thing for sure about a drunken gremlin: I don't want anyone putting it in my longboat.

Oh, and before I forget, the library was open. Tim acquired his library card, and Elizabeth and Rory -- hello, Rory! -- talked about hair and, er, ancient Egyptian texts. Was there a segue there? I'm not sure how that would happen.

Wardroom, Sickbay, and the Chain of Command

In the mess hall today, Pippi, Seras, Pip, Walter, and Nadia ate lunch -- as one does in the mess hall -- and talked about feeling out of sorts. It would not surprise me at all if those two events were connected. Ranma and Sakurazaki also ate lunch, but I have no reports of any ill effects.

And as ill effects are the domain of the clinics, Doctor Troy had a visit from Sam Winchester, who was there to see Buffy, and John Connor stopped in. Good Lord, John, finally? How the devil have you been expecting to work on those tiny clockwork gears with that arm hobbled? Doctor Lambert's shift, however, was quiet.

Professor Dean Tick was, as far as my notes tell me, sadly unvisited during his office hours.

In the Crew Berths

There were people in the gym this morning. Of course there were people in the gym this morning. I'm pleased to hear that Veronica's self-defense lessons with Cameron are going well, though Cameron, if you leave her with bruises again I may have to be slightly upset. He told her that he was still taking baby steps with Molly, and she told him how to recall email. She's good at that sort of thing, isn't she?

In the fourth floor common room this morning, Willow apparently performed a spell that caused Alec and Dean to switch bodies. Which may not be all that confusing to anyone who wasn't them, considering that they're our most recent Doppelganger Duo. And Alec discovered the reason behind half the school's addiction to coffee, much to Dean's smug satisfaction. Trust me, you all wouldn't be so addicted to it if you had to make do for months on end with blackened bread crumbs brewed like coffee grounds. I feel safe in assuming that this makeshift brew was not what Janet and Parker had today.

Bel, who appears to be stuck in his demon form at the moment and that can't have been a pleasant awakening for him and Phoebe, was skulking in the hallways this afternoon. He was rather, as my notes say, "accusey" with Marie, although Pippi kindly invited him to go shopping and Sakurazaki and he bonded. Faithful, on the other hand, was not so kind and was taunting him. Walter encouraged him to do non-demon things, and Nadia didn't do it. Veronica wanted to know who he was trying to kill this time. Anakin apparently mistook Bel for someone else, Pip was rather inquisitive about the whole thing, and John Connor . . . er . . . yawned and coughed. The whole incident was the subject of a discussion between Veronica and Piper later on.

In the fifth floor common room, English Peter was watching soccer. At least, that's what my notes insist -- in a very EMPHATIC way -- that it's called. He was joined by fellow enthusiasts Seras, with whom he discussed strange events from yesterday, and Pippi. He also sang "Rule Britannia," and I missed it. Damn.

Pippi was later out on the gun range with Pip, while in the third floor common room Dawn was singing along with classic musicals; Dean found her singing much to his liking, and English Peter wanted to know if her next number would be a dance. She was joined by the lovely Parker for a lively discussion on the topic. Parker and Lyta also had a bit of a discussion about musical stars they would date, and Parker found out about Dean and Alec's body swap, as well as chatting with Tyler. Dean and English Peter caught up, and Peter must really be interested in soccer, as he was discussing it with Parker as well. I had no idea that sport had become so popular, honestly. Elizabeth met Dawn and talked about yesterday's spate of honesty with Peter, then discussed cheerleading and photography with Parker.

Being completely honest all the time, even for a day, must be draining: Veronica, Nadia, and Tyler were all feeling its effects this morning. Molly was sleeping rather soundly tonight, but I don't think that was due to the whole blasted honesty thing.

Anders met Cedric and Jack the fox -- literally as well as figuratively, for the time being -- and Sam Carter stopped in to check on him as well, and got pumpkin juice out of the deal.

. . . pumpkin? Interesting. Bridge and Xander discussed anniversary matters, and Aeryn and John talked about what was on the radio.

On Shore Leave

Lucas got a phone call and headed out of town, and Artie was hiding; I wonder if this is because Caritas was incredibly busy for a Tuesday night? Elle was there; she talked to Veronica about the oddities of Fandom, students-as-animals and boys included. Ask some people, and I'm sure they'll tell you those are the most significant of the oddities; others might tell you the opposite, though. She also talked to Tim about singing, and to Clark about his fashion sense. Oh, and I was there to see Veronica as usual. I didn't monopolize her time, though, as she also talked to Tim about her workshop and about movie night, to Nadia about truth spells and their ramifications, to Tyler about his time in Fandom thus far, and to Clark about his new position managing the hotel. Nadia and Tyler, meanwhile, tried to figure out whether or not they'd met before,

Cafe Fina was open, though not quite so busy, as were Sparky Repairs, All and Sundries, and Empire Records, where Jamie was stuck listening to Yoko Ono all day. I'm told this is a bad thing. Mister Giles's bookshop was also open, and both River and Doctor Lambert dropped in.

While Willow introduced English Peter to pizza, Jude introduced Sakurazaki to his moves in the park where Ranma later watched the sunset.

Speaking of which, the figurative sun is now setting on my time in the broadcast booth with you tonight. It's been a busy night and my drink had no alcohol in it, so I'm for my bed. Fare thee well, Fandom; this is Archie Kennedy striking colors and signing off, wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies, and a very good night indeed.


[OOC: Much love to [livejournal.com profile] marsheadtilt for prepping the workshop links all nice and shiny for me.]
[identity profile] marsheadtilt.livejournal.com
VERONICA: Good evening, Fandom. It's Friday night and this is Veronica Mars. My radio broadcast has not been hijacked tonight.

ARCHIE: And anyone who would dare try to hijack the radio broadcast under the nose of an officer of the Royal Navy would be foolish indeed. Besides, good God, people! She has a taser!

VERONICA: Yes, but I'll only use it if I'm provoked.

ARCHIE: And hijacking your broadcast isn't provocation enough?

VERONICA: In theory, no. But the very untrue rumors that started because of the hijacking are.

ARCHIE: You know, I still haven't heard those.

VERONICA: Hey, you wanna start the news? Look, aren't you in the beach workshop?

cut for length )

VERONICA: And I think that's finally everything.

ARCHIE: Don't say that. You'll jinx it. That is, however, all that we had in our notes tonight. Hopefully you all are too busy reading to do anything else.

VERONICA: If we leave now, it wouldn't matter what they did, because we wouldn't be here to report it.

ARCHIE: That's incentive enough for me. Enjoy your new books, Fandom -- I think it's about time for us to sail off into the proverbial sunset.

VERONICA: Have a nice night!

[ooc: much love to [livejournal.com profile] actingltcrumpet for co-writing and everyone in the dada chat for helping me stay awake with the laughter.]

Fandom Radio, May 6

Tuesday, June 6th, 2006 11:10 pm
[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
Hello and a good, sticky evening to you, Fandom! This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy, and in case you didn't notice, it's raining pudding. Or what you Americans call pudding, at any rate, and that's a good thing. Just be glad it wasn't the sort we got on board ship. Worse than alien Twinkies from the sky, I assure you. This sort of pudding is quite painless. Aside from pudding, what's happening in our fair town tonight? Well, let's see . . .


Archery today met and picked up a few things other than how to shoot bows with real arrows: Parker, Dawn, Conner, and Sam who I hear is known as "the cute one," or something to that effect, all got detention from Miho. They were also very, very chatty at the range, as Dawn and Buffy had a very, very long conversation. Dean also spoke to Buffy, as well as to Dawn, and Sam talked with Buffy and with his brother. There was also something involving Bel, Dean, and flaming arrows.

All that chatter, and none of you died. I call that a good day.

Writing worked on news stories about events in the cabins. In a more fictional kind of story, the tale of Rorpunzel -- that sounds almost familiar, but not quite -- was the subject of Campfire Songs and Stories today, where Tim told a tale about Fae and fire before the class sang "The Gremlins Go Marching." Was it a parade march, or a forced march? Though really, you'd have to be entirely insane to try and make gremlins do a forced march.

First Aid discussed bleeding. Oh, bleeding. I can tell you stories about bleeding, but -- never mind. They also discussed how to stop it, which apparently involves triangular bandages and the various ways of folding them, and then treated imaginary victims. I'm having sudden flashbacks to shipboard surgeries, and . . . Barbossa, I'm borrowing a little of your rum now. I'll replace it, I swear.

Documentaries 101 met and reported on their progress, then did research.

Scoobying, which is not like smurfing, told jokes and threw pies, and after class Willow came by to talk to Xander, and Z had a chat of sorts with the ferret who was once Bridge.

In the Wardroom, Sickbay, and the Mess Hall

Professor Dean Tick held office hours, and in the clinic this morning Buffy and English Peter visited Doctor Pevensie. Thank you for specifying which Peter this time, anonymous sources. Doctor Troy was looking at porn, while Doctor Lambert did lab tests. The things we do to pass the time when we're alone -- I find woodworking a worthwhile pastime, myself.

In the cafeteria, Tempe met Nadia, who went over the usual list of warnings for new students with her; Jude played with his food. Did it win?

In the Crew Berths

There are now octopi on the walls of the fifth floor common room, courtesy of River, who met Molly, discussed vampire dreams with Buffy, and learned about the Beatles from Nadia. Molly talked to Buffy about the ownership of . . . er, breakfast cereal, and to Nadia about past and future pranks. Tyler and Buffy scheduled a basketball game for a week from this Saturday; Tyler also talked with River about sushi and places of origin and with Nadia about her new position as -- Gremlin mascot.

Honestly, I don't ask sometimes.

The second floor den of iniquity lived up to its name today, with a drunk Jamie watching Bitterwoman. My notes say he attempted to explain the backstory to Aeryn, but given his inebriated state, who knows how successful this attempt was? Oh, and evidently Willow is quite the Bitterwoman fan as well. Later in the evening, the pudding was quite the subject of conversation between Anakin and Pretty Sam -- Pretty Sam? What the hell kind of nicknames . . . well, at least it's complimentary, I suppose. Miss Carter, I would quite agree with that assessment. They also talked about pranking their superiors. Ladies and gentlemen, the navy this is not. Rory and Sam also talked about the pudding, as well as the coffee pond, and Rory was none too pleased to hear from Anakin that Tex threw a knife at him. Alanna sampled the pudding and pronounced it safe, Tempe met Rory -- hello, Rory! -- and Alanna. There was pistachio tossing with Jaye and Anakin, and the plotting of shirtlessness by Rory and Jaye. Sam's bike is befouled by pudding, as she told Jaye. But cupcakes apparently cannot be befouled by pudding, at least according to Anders who brought some in and was summarily warned by Cally that he had better not track the pudding into their room. I hope you made him sleep in the hall for that, Cally. And Original Alliterative Peter who was not blue today also found out about the pudding.

Outside the dorms, Walter was playing with Pup and arranging a date with Nadia. Pippi and a honking Pip stopped by, as did Tim, who met Pup. Also outside the dorms, Draco enjoyed the rain of pudding along with Tim, Pippi, Z, Fry and Peter Griffin, Tempe, and Sakurazaki. It seems Sakurazaki was in the gym in a rather bad mood, as well.

Tempe was baking cookies in the third floor common room, where Tim and Peter -- *rustles papers* Damn it, this doesn't tell me which one! -- partook of the finished product, as did Conner, who was apparently cheered up by them. Tyler was there as well, talking with Tempe and Peter. In the fifth floor common room, Nadia picked up gosling-Pip -- oh, that explains the honking -- from Pippi. Goslings and ferrets and puddings -- oh my.

Many people woke up in ways that had various degrees of smurfiness to them: Phoebe and Bel, Cedric and Jack, Sakurazaki and Ranma, Tempe and Sawyer, Pippi and Pip the gosling -- er -- and Aeryn.

Callisto was hiding under her desk. All day, apparently. My muscles cramp just thinking about it. Alec attempted to sleep, which didn't work too well with Buffy and then Dean stopping by to see him. Before going to Blood Gulch Arms today, Anakin got a letter, while Dawn, on the other hand, got condoms. In abundance. God bless the postal service.

Lana was reading in her room, Molly talked to Aeryn about a fight with Cameron, Gwynn and Tim were out on the roof, Sakurazaki and Jude were out in the grass outside the dorms, and Seras was writing a letter.

On Shore Leave, With Pudding

John Connor opened Sparky Repairs this morning, and at Wonka's the esteemed proprietor was hard at work in the back room. At Aeropagitica Mister Giles seemed to be preparing for the Apocalypse, as well as discussing the Bible with River and being solicited by Professor Dean Tick . . . for help with the book fair. Pippi was there as well, researching geese. Discovering a passion for ornithology now, Pippi?

And at Empire Records, Jamie stopped by to visit . . . himself. With a sock puppet. How smurfy. Fred opened Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and discovered the pudding problem. And as previously mentioned, Anakin went to Blood Gulch Arms and had a knife thrown at him. The pudding probably only added insult to injury.

I can already tell you that it was rather quiet at Caritas tonight. Veronica and I didn't mind, really.

All and Sundries was busy today, as Artie purchased things for his workshop, Pippi and Pip the gosling stopped in, Orlin -- much to Mister Blackadder's displeasure -- came by, River wanted paint and brushes, and Tim wanted DVDs. DVDs are shiny, and that's all I know about them.

That's also all the news we have for tonight. So this is Archie Kennedy striking colors and signing off, wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies . . . though you're likely to get pudding instead.

Fandom Radio, May 30

Tuesday, May 30th, 2006 10:28 pm
[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
Hello and good evening to you, Fandom! This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy, and I did not get lost in the woods today. I didn't do much of anything else, actually, but at least I did not get lost in the woods. I consider this an accomplishment.

Schooling of the Outdoorsy Type

No one died in Archery today, and considering how much talking was going on, that is an auspicious start even though the arrows were only the suction-cup variety. Even more miraculously, I can report that no one died even though Molly, Parker, and Buffy actually asked Miho questions.

Campfire Stories and Songs met, and stories about wandering adventurers like the one Professor Ted told are -- well, you can't go wrong with those. It was Walter's turn to tell a story, today, and he chose to relate a tale of a ghost in wartime. And then everyone sang a hymn to the lithe and lovely Principal Washburn.

Yes, I tend to call her that quite frequently. I like the alliteration.

In First Aid, there were introductions again. And why not? They learned something called the Heimlich maneuver. What are you all, bloody tank commanders now? Rescue breathing, which I assume is not as dirty as it sounds, was practiced once the students paired off.

Well. Given you lot? It could well be dirtier than it sounds. I wonder if that has anything to do with what Original Alliterative Peter and Seras talked to Doctor Reid about after class?

The writing workshop wrote obituaries. How . . . cheerful. Cameron and Marie seemed a bit uneasy about choosing someone to . . . obituate? Obituarize? Write about. Alanna had her qualms as well.

In Documentary and Filmmaking, students extolled the wonder and glory of the different types of documentaries, mulled over topics for their projects, and signed up for said topics. In the not-as-dirty-as-it-sounds-I-hope Scoobying class, students played the game of Two Truths and a Lie, which was a classic even in my time, I'll have you know. We didn't get t-shirts for it, though. Mostly because t-shirts didn't exactly exist at the time. It should also be noted that Willow most assuredly did not crash the workshop.

Roughing It (But Not Really) In the Crew Berths

Peter Griffin was singing in a towel in the Snake cabin, while in Pangolin Z Delgado got a birthday cheesecake. Congratulations? At the Seahorse campfire, Buffy enlisted Alec's help with finding a new cell phone even though she'd had no trouble calling her mother on her phone this morning, and a hung over Jaye talked to Alec about last night.

Aeryn was in the gym, where she was joined by a disgruntled Anakin, and by Molly, who was interested in learning some moves.

Smurfy? Possibly. Pip and Pippi were exploring a large hole. That could definitely be smurfy.

Bridge and Parker talked at the Pangolin campfire about the radio -- what about it? -- and workshops, and truths and lies. Tim went exploring the preserve with Ranma, and later gotlost in the woods? My God, I completely sympathize. Has he come back out yet?

Jack came back, though! And he visited Cedric.

Everyone was writing today. Well, almost everyone. Tyler wrote in his journal, Xander wrote email and received some, which means someone else was writing some too, Nadia and Walter were being secretive about a letter, D'anna sent an email to Krycek, and Cally and Willow were both writing . . . something. Meanwhile, Nadia was roving about taking pictures, and after Sakurazaki got some letters, she and Ranma talked in Japanese. There was also screaming, apparently.

Speaking of screaming, a hung over Anakin, who was working on Alec's motorcycle and talking to Tyler about it, seems to have had a fight with Parker. Oh, dear. He also had a talk with Cameron about Molly. That does not, however, appear to have been a fight.

In the Wardroom and Sickbay

In the mess hall, Nadia and Pippi made plans for an art project, and Tim had lunch.

Doctor Pevensie talked to Buffy at the clinic, with promises of lollipops. Doctor Troy was reading Maxim on his shift. I'm . . . intrigued by this "Maxim" title. Where can I get a hold of one of these?

On Shore Leave, Which Is Still a Longer Walk Today

My Clockwork classmate John Connor opened Sparky Repairs today, Wonka's was open, All and Sundies was abounding with turnips, and Jamie -- just one of him, as my notes are careful to inform me, opened Empire Records. Things were a bit busier at Aereopagitica, where Tim came in fretting about the woods -- and with good reason, as it turned out -- and Alfred was looking for a book. As one does at bookstores. Unbelievable, isn't it? Dean and Dawn paid Mister Giles a visit as well, before being "aww-inspiring," as my notes say, at Luke's.

Charlie Kawalsky and Sam Carter were talking at the duck pond, while Willow, Doctor Pevensie, and Peter-my-fellow-countryman went hiking today. To all appearances they did not get lost. Fortuitous, isn't it?

Cafe Fina was quiet, as was Caritas, although not quite as quiet since I was there. Of course I was. It's Tuesday, after all.

And that, dear denizens of Fandom, is all the news we have on our fair island tonight. I do believe I hear my bed calling my name. Not literally, thank God, although around here that's always possible. If that actually happens, I'll be sleeping on the ground outside. At any rate, this is Archie Kennedy striking colors and signing off, wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies, and a very good, non-hung-over night indeed.

Fandom Radio, May 23

Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006 11:14 pm
[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
Hello and good evening, Fandom! This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy, and I'm not actually sure where I've been all day. There's a distinct possibility that I was lost in the woods. Navigating on land is not exactly my strong point. So tonight as I report the news to you, well, it's just as much news to me.

Workshop Time!

In Chloe's Writing workshop, Marie got acquainted with Cameron and Liz, Kawalsky and Rory became better acquainted, Janet and Alanna tried to figure out why they decided to take a morning workshop, and Cameron, Kawalsky, and Janet talked to Chloe.

The First Aid workshop didn't waste any time getting into it, did they? While one group dealt with a car crash, another group had a a chaotic restaurant scenario involving accident-prone workers and a choking man. And the third group? Oh, the third group. Apparently they had to rescue a beachful of sunburn victims from . . . angry badgers. And then everyone discovered the virtues and versatility of triangular bandages.

In Jay and Silent Bob's Documentary workshop, students introduced themselves before learning to use cameras.

On to afternoon workshops. Archery convened, where Parker met Gwynn and talked to Janet and Sam Winchester. Said Sam passed notes with Dawn, Bel and Isabel speculated on what the next monster invasion will be, and Buffy was upset about not being able to shoot things. Dean is apparently afraid of Miho, about which Parker taunted him, and talked to Dawn about her morning; Molly chatted with the Winchesters, and even managed to ask Miho a question and emerge alive!

Is Scoobying like Smurfing? Probably not. But students discussed the importance of doughnuts in a crisis. Er -- all right. Then the group was split in half, with one group trying to steal the doughnuts the other group was trying to courier to the heroes. Jamie's multiples chased Nadia and Greg, Cordelia and Lana chased each other back to camp, Draco stole Blair's doughnuts, Rory attempted to steal Bridge's doughnuts, and Jamie and Z multiplied at each other.

Definitely smurfy.

Campfire Stories and Songs can be smurfy, but I'm not sure if the workshop was actually smurfy. Well, I'm sure it was smurfy in several senses. Just not necessarily the one I've been using. After introductions, Professor Ted told a story that my notes tell me was the best ever, and students signed up for their turn to tell stories.

Happenings in the Wardroom and Sickbay

Professor Calendar sent out a course outline to her workshop students, and Principal Washburn held office hours.

Doctor Troy was in the clinic this morning, where Joxer woke up and got released, and Nadia came by to get her cast removed, apparently much sooner than was to be expected. Doctor Lambert's evening shift was quiet and uneventful, which may have contributed to the good mood I'm told she was in.

Tempe and Marie got acquainted in the dining hall, while Pippi and Nadia planned. Planned what? I don't know.

In the Very Woodsy Crew Berths

*rustles papers* *sniffles*

You know, looking over these notes, I miss Professor Skeeter and the weekly Crichton Menagerie Report. Over at the Squirrel campfire, a post-nightmare Nadia was comforted by Walter, who promised to do the same in case she had more nightmares later. She promised, in exchange, not to glue his head to the pillow. Modern courting customs are so complicated. After Pippi and Nadia discussed how the latter was healed by Demyx, a plague of ennui struck. Yes, I said ennui. It's much more sophisticated than everyday boredom, which Nadia concocted a plot to conquer. Walter had tea with a glittery Seras. Do they make glitter tea? I'd think it would be popular around these parts. After all, they have diet teas and digestive teas and so forth these days. Why not anti-emo tea?

What in hell was going on early this morning between the Meerkat and Stickbug cabins? Apparently there were shirtless insane boys by the names of Jamie, Crichton, Tyler, English Peter, Original Alliterative Peter, Cameron, and Kawalsky, er . . . falling artistically and singing Rob Thomas songs? Yes, that would be insane, all right. Actually I'm frightened. They must have been suicidal, waking up Buffy, Molly, Rory, and Aeryn without even bringing them coffee, even though they claimed they had coffee. Honestly. There was poledancing by Greg, schottische-ing by English Peter, mooning by Jamie, and flexing and stripping by Cameron. All of you are lucky Aeryn only threatened to harm you.

Of course, Buffy was there in, I quote, ass-kicking boots, with Molly right behind her. And Rory, who'd been taunted with the promise of coffee? Hell hath no fury like a coffee-less Rory. Hello, Rory! And then the boys fled.

And then there were ducks. And vows of revenge. Oh, that's just fowl.

In the Seahorse common room, D'Anna had baked goods for Cedric and talked workshops with Dean. Cedric and Dean discussed the enticement value of baked goods as well; Tyler paid a visit, and Sam and D'Anna plotted revenge.

At the Pangolin campfire, Bridge and Parker discussed Xander's workshop, space ninjas, and Willow. How's that for a diverse range of topics? Bridge and Bel bemoaned the injustice -- I'm sorry, I ran out of b-words -- of the seniors sequestered in separate cabins. Bel lit Parker's fire -- smurfy -- and talked to her about Angel, and Elizabeth talked about workshops with Bridge and Parker. Apparently there were doughnuts, because Sawyer showed up for one. Bridge was bouncy for other reasons: namely, Xander came by. Tempe came by as well.

At the Stickbug campfire, which is a phrase that sounds like a catastrophic conflagration of innocent insects but probably isn't, Pippi filmed English Peter talking about his workshop. Peter, John, and Greg awaited retribution from the Meerkats, and when Cameron showed up, the notion of sleeping in shifts was discussed. I've got quite a bit of experience in that regard, if you're interested.

In the Meerkat common room, Alanna offered to help Rory with her sunburn. Revenge was the topic of discussion for Aeryn, Rory, and Isabel, Molly was still unhappy about the ducks, and Dawn rallied the group. Well done, Dawn!

Phoebe rescued Ranma, who was terrified of a cat in the Koala cabin, as the screaming might have indicated. Ranma later slept on the roof, which is where Sakurazaki found him. At the Puffin campfire Sakurazaki filmed Jude and Al as they conversed.

Tyler was playing basketball in the camp gym, where he was joined by Sawyer, a deservedly paranoid Jamie, Tempe, and John, then Greg later. There was drilling, and John cheated by tickling and noogieing Parker, and English Peter watched -- smurfy!

Cedric was wandering about in a towel this morning? Of course Jack flirted with him. Blair and Bel discussed taste in clothing, and Blair also talked about food and Canada with Jude. Janet wandered into Koala by accident. Hurrah, other people who get lost in the woods! Aeryn couldn't sleep and made a phone call instead, D'Anna and Rory sent email, and Gwynn wrote home.

Speaking of home -- Anakin's back!

Tempe fell asleep in the Pangolin common room, and had a glittery rendezvous with Sawyer in the woods.

At the Three-Toed Sloth campfire, Cordelia was not very cordial to Willow, but I'm assuming Willow's meeting with Tim was more pleasant, as was her conversation with Lyta about shyness and stage fright.

On Shore Leave, Which is a Longer Trip This Week

Welcome back, Barbossa!

Admiral Harrington picked up an order from Sparky Repairs today, and at the Perk, Veronica got a phone call and met Professor Arroway. Elle and Jay were talking about girls, also at the Perk. Interesting. Jaye and Alec were at the Perk too, thereby making it peculiarly popular today.

Walter was at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes -- whew -- as was Paige. Willow talked with Jamie and English Peter at Empire Records, as well. At the Fourth Sin, Jarod got a phone call.

Giles's shop was invaded by Hermione and Willow, and visited -- though perhaps not invaded -- by Sam Winchester who my notes tell me is cute, though I've not met him and can't judge for myself yet. Seras wanted books on alchemy, and Tim on faery tales.

Cafe Fina was quiet tonight, though Caritas wasn't, even if I wasn't there. Cameron was, though, and talked to Veronica about her workshop; they also sang a duet. I'm rather sorry I missed it. Veronica got acquainted with Kaylee and Clark as well. Er . . .I hope one of you walked her home, since I wasn't there.

*rustles papers* *sputters*

What? Good God, that's inhuman! At All and Sundries today, EDMUND MADE ARTIE CRY. Tempe came in for glitter, but all the glitter in the world can't possibly make up for a crying Artie, or so I'm told.

That's a terribly depressing note on which to end tonight's broadcast, isn't it? Unfortunately I'm afraid I'm out of news. So this is Archie Kennedy striking colors and signing off, and wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies, and a very good night indeed.

Now, let's hope I can find my way back to my cabin . . .
[identity profile] marsheadtilt.livejournal.com
VERONICA: Good evening, Fandom. This is Veronica Mars bringing you all the latest and greatest on a rather chilly Sunday evening. I promise you tonight’s broadcast will be special, and not just because of my co-host.

ARCHIE: Flattery this early in the night? This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy, and believe me, as we prepare to set sail on the voyage that will be the first summer workshop session, tonight's broadcast will definitely be special.

VERONICA: *snickers* It appears that you were all rather busy while we were out of town, so let's get right to it.

cut for length )

[co-written with [livejournal.com profile] actingltcrumpet]

Royal Navy Radio, May 9

Tuesday, May 9th, 2006 11:56 pm
[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
Hello, Fandom, and a most hearty welcome to all of you newcomers. This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy here with you tonight, and you'll pardon me if I'm not as cheerful as usual. I've had an interesting night.

Moving on, not that there's any schooling to report, but dear God in heaven, have we had a tidal wave of new summer students today.

All Hands -- All Five Thousand Of You -- On Deck!

It was an entirely different brand of chaos on the front lawn today, with the welcoming party for the new students and staff. I hid in my room for all of that. Not that hiding in my room is news, I'm afraid. I do that quite a bit.

There were rooming assignments to be picked up, and among the new roommate pairs that met at the office drones' table were Willow and Marie, Dawn and Sam Winchester -- as well as Sam's brother Dean, who met his roommate Cedric there. Ainsley and Peter Pevensie -- Pevensie? That's not a very commonplace name . . . interesting. When Tyler met his roommate, X5-494, he probably had a more extreme version of my reaction just now, I imagine. And Peter Griffin, the non-alliterative one, met up with his roommate, Ranma, and I'll never avoid alliteration at this rate. Miles and Jude will be sharing quarters, as will Briar and Xander. Er. Xander Bly. Good God, another one? Jamie and Nadia were assigned to share quarters, as were Kaylee and River, Joxer and Max, Maia and Paige, and Demyx and Fry.

Good God, what an assortment of names you lot have.

Principal Washburn and her not-husband Constable Fraser were in charge of the checking and storage of weapons, where Z, Dawn, the new alliterative Peter, Tyler, Gwynn, Briar, not-alliterative Peter -- and by the way, I agree that Twinkies are weapons, Miles, Zack, Willow, Dean, Kaylee, X5-494, Joxer, Shiro, Hermione, Tim, Demyx, Elle Woods, Luna, and Sakurazaki all made stops. Whether or not all of them were actually armed isn't entirely clear. I think tonight I'll be glad to assume that they were.

At the food tables, there was mingling and eating in abundance. Willow met Janet, Marty, Nadia, Joxer, & the new Xander, as opposed to the old Xander. Not that he's old. Oh, it's figurative, for God's sake. Z met Nadia. who in turn chatted with Marty and met Jude & Phoebe.

Marie met Dawn, Jamie and Cameron; Shawn talked to Peter Pevensie, who in turn met Janet, Paige, Jude, and Gwynn. Greg met Pip, Phoebe, Pippi, Liz, Mac, and Elle, Tyler got acquainted with Jamie, and
the non-alliterative Peter met Nadia, Walter, and Jamie.

Gwynn met Walter and Z; Zack got to know Greg, Mac and Liz; Miles met Aeryn. Ellie and Cedric both got to meet Liz, and Kaylee met Cedric, Pip, Paige, Elle and Cally.

*pause* Oh God, that's going to get confusing, isn't it? Excuse me. I need to breathe.

*several seconds of silence, punctuated by loud inhalations and incoherent muttering*

Jude met Pippi, Dean met Z & Walter, and Draco met Tyler and then ran into Cedric -- who he apparently knew before Fandom High. That happens here sometimes, in bizarre and complicated ways. Don't be too shocked, now.

Jack Harkness is back, and hopefully as good a kisser as ever! He chatted with Pippi, Liz, Janet, Parker, and Elle. Conner met Z and Marie, Cam got to know Greg, and 494 met Z, Molly, and Joxer.

New doppelganger alert, folks: Dean and 494 look alike. No, the uncanny physical resemblance isn't a new thing around here either. The question is, which one of you has the better hair?

Molly met Tyler and Jamie, while Dawn met Molly, Isabel, Shawn, Jamie, and Alanna. Parker who is not the original alliterative Peter met Sam, and they were subsequently joined by Molly.

Joxer met Phoebe, Jude, and Pippi; Isabel met Cedric and Greg ,and chatted with Liz.

Elle met Liz; Rory met Cedric & Sam -- Winchester, not Carter, and oh my God is this going to get confusing-- and chatted with Parker. Yes, Parker. Not the original alliterative Peter.

My nicknames aren't helping, are they?

Lana met Tim, as did Alanna and Luna, and this is a whole different kind of disturbing near-alliteration;
Xander-who-graduated-yesterday, as my notes say, chatted with Rory and met Z. Yes, I'm confused. It's my understanding Xander was too. Perhaps Xander-who-just-arrived-today was confused as well, but all my notes tell me is that he met Jude, Rory, Z, and Joxer.

Briar met Lana; Hermione ran into Draco & Cedric, and met Willow. Walter met Seras, and Pip met Jude.

Finally, Demyx met Pip and Pippi, and thank God, my tongue can rest for a moment now.

In the Crew Berths

Today started off with Ivanova shipping out. Take care of yourself, Ivanova; I'll always remember you attacking my bumper car in driver's education. Anakin left as well, sadly. Pippi made breakfast in the fifth floor common room, where later in the day her horse was watching Bitterwoman with Angela, the new alliterative Peter, Fry, and Demyx; Angela and the aforementioned Peter had a conversation about former teachers.

Folks, I'd just like to point out that if hearing that a horse was watching television gave you pause, you clearly need more time to adjust to this town. Speaking of former teachers, Professor Skeeter took her leave of us today. Oh, damn. And John Crichton hadn't completed his personal zoological catalog yet! Apparently she had some kind of history with Cedric, and with Hermione, and an entirely different kind with Veronica, who was, and I quote, not feeling the love. Er. I won't ask. John Crichton settled for a hug in response to his proposal and was not to the best of my knowledge turned into one final animal for it. I find this profoundly disappointing.

Of course there were people in the second floor den of iniquity. When aren't there? Parker and Isabel discussed Jack's return, Alanna was all aflutter about the abundance of arrivals, Parker and Elizabeth talked about their new senior status and the new students, and Parker met Shiro.

The third floor common room, though, had more activity than its counterpart one floor down! In between this and John Crichton's continued human state today, it's truly a sign of the Apocalypse! I'm sorry, newcomers, I don't know what to tell you. You just got here, and now this. Anyhow. Third floor common room. Yes. Z and Bridge, who apparently have matching uniforms, met, and Bridge and Dawn, who discovered that they have a Xander in common, had lessons in fingerwiggling and I am not asking. There was talk of sparring between Tyler and Alphonse, while Conner met Alphonse and Bridge. Oh, and Jaye met Tyler. *snickering* Now that's an auspicious combination. Or possibly a fearsome one.

And Pip was joined by Walter, Pippi, and Demyx for a rooftop concert.

Oh! Happy birthday, Callisto! I hope Angel made it a good one for you. Likewise, I hope Janet had a relaxing time in her room, and that the dream that Pippi had was a pleasant one. Out on the lawn today, Z and Zero -- oh, my God -- had an encounter with each other, after which Jamie met Z and Peter and Zero had a disgustingly cute farewell.

The lawn was also the site of the non-alliterative Peter's arrival; meanwhile, Greg moved in with the original alliterative Peter, as opposed to the new one. Jamie moved in with Nadia, and Dawn moved in with Sam, and I have no clue from these names what all sex you lot are.

Angel, on the other hand, got a visit from Willow, Ranma and Sakurazaki had a chat, Tim and Conner worked out room arrangements, Alanna moved in with Lyta and also visited Hermione, and Zack moved in with the Thane of Glamis and Cawdor, and Seras and Gwynn, as my notes tell me, did "the roomie thing," as did Shiro and James God, that sounds dirty, but around here I never know.

What in hell was Dean doing? I have no idea. I have no idea about the flyers either. But did I mention Jack Harkness was back? Isabel stopped in to see him. Isabel's roommate, Xander-who-graduated-yesterday, was sending email and talking to Isabel and then Willow up in room 406; Greg also sent email, which is only a newsworthy accomplishment if you're me, and Draco talked to his mother. Cally and Anders were supposedly talking about books, but I don't believe Samuel can read, so really, they were probably being smurfy. Briar and newly-arrived-Xander, on the other hand, were planty, as was Sharon, and in 513, Ainsley and new alliterative Peter were a bit awkward.

On Shore Leave

Town was actually busy today! For starters, Pip and Janet dropped in at the town clinic during Doctor Lambert's shift.

*sound of shuffling papers* *pause* *even more frenetic shuffling of papers*

*choked whimper*

Among the new arrivals in town today were . . . Elle and Elliot, who met Ellie, as well as Harper and Orlin. Ellie and Elliot both got apartments from Quark at the Mauvaise Chance today, as well. Professor Jackson was also at his apartment, doing whatever it is he does there.

All and Sundries, Sparky Repairs, and Empire Records were all open for business today, as was Aereopagitica, which saw a visit from the new alliterative Peter.

Orlin was in the park, and a . . . er . . . pruney-fingered Jarod was reading at the Sin.

Over at Cafe Fina, the Baron had lunch and said goodbye to Alfred.

And then there was Caritas. Where Lindsey sang, Logan talked with Veronica about recent goings-on in their hometown, which she later talked about with me, and Elle Woods was in the lounge, as were Lindsey and Piper.

Damn it, I'm exhausted from reading all these names now, and I've not had the most wonderful night. To all the newcomers, I wish you welcome again, and this is Archie Kennedy signing off, wishing you all -- despite the weather -- a fair wind and clear skies, and a better night than I've had.

[OOC: So, so much love to the recappers, especially to [livejournal.com profile] marsheadtilt who tackled the meet and greet threads and was awesome enough to code them for me. *ded of linkage*]

Fandom Radio, May 2

Tuesday, May 2nd, 2006 11:22 pm
[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
Hello and good evening, Fandom! This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy, and I'm seventeen years old again. You have no idea how good it feels to say that, folks.


No, honestly. You can't. Anyhow, as I was saying, this is Archie Kennedy here on Royal Navy Radio this Tuesday night, and has anyone seen my model yacht? I'd like it back. I promise I won't cry. Although I might have to, just to spice things up. It's a terribly slow night, newswise.


It's a rather scanty week classwise, isn't it? God damn you, LJ. Yes, and it's going to be even more scanty in the upcoming days, considering the laundry machines are holding clothes hostage. Honestly, talk about airing out your dirty laundry. This is ridiculous. As is the to-do over the rumour that Constable Fraser's participation in Sunday's mass nuptial festivities is binding, really.

In the few classes that met today, Business, Western Civilisation, History of Medieval England, and Advanced Criminal Justice all underwent final examinations. Personally, I'm amazed I can still string together complete sentences tonight, after having taken two of them.

Classics and Foreign Literature didn't have class today, the lucky bastards. They did get to turn in their final projects, though.

Speaking of final, seniors should have their graduation packets on Monday.

Everyone has marriage on the brain today! It was the subject of much discussion in the library today as Angela and Zero talked about being married, as did Angela and Parker and Angela and Marty. Who exactly did you marry, Angela? It's all right, you know. It was only imaginary. I think.

The lovely Miss Chase did not, however, talk about marriage with Cameron, although Molly and wee-ness did factor into that particular conversation.

And in the mess hall, there was much blushing and flailing on Nadia's part as she dined with Ivanova, Pippi, and Pip.

Happenings in the Wardroom and the Chain of Command

Office hours were quiet today, as Principal Washburn, Vice Principal Pierce, Professor Gilmore-Danes, and Professor Logan all discovered.

Yes, it really was that quiet, apparently.

The school nurse was in, and in the town clinic Doctor Troy spent his shift trying to make sense of the weekend's notes, and Doctor Lambert spent the evening shift watching television.

Belthazor opened the TA lounge today, and talked to Angel about the past few weeks; Kiki was there as well, and they talked about their respective parents and her departure.

In the Crew Berths

Where were you all tonight? Logan and Cameron were in the second floor hallway, getting into a fight over Cameron kissing Molly. A fight that was broken up by Veronica. Oh, well done, Veronica! You don't know if either of them had my boat, do you? Oh, but then Molly and Cameron decided to just be friends, and Cameron got Veronica an ice pack afterward.

John and Aeryn were "cute and dirty," as my notes say. On the third floor, Peter was doling out coffee and marriage law pamphlets at the Student Council-sponsored coffee bar. Pip was there, as were Marty and Angela who were very happy not to be married, and Pippi.

*rustles papers*

And the pool was smurfy tonight, with Maia and Ivanova.

It seems Jake and Krycek are gone for the summer. Come back in one piece, you hear? Kiki was preparing to leave as well, though for good it seems, and Lana stopped by to bid her farewell. D'Anna interviewed Aeryn -- D'Anna, while you're doing interviews, I don't suppose you could help ask around about my boat, could you? Anders was not writing. I don't know why this is noteworthy. Can he even string together a decent sentence?

Marty got a call from his therapist, and in therapy-related news Angel had a smurfy nightmare. Elizabeth could possibly have used some form of therapy herself, being hung over. Or was what led up to the hangover the therapy? It's entirely possible, you know. Ivanova and Blair talked about relationships and breakups, which could also possibly be therapeutic.

On Shore Leave

It's been a very quiet night, honestly, a thousand curses upon you, LJ. Town Hall was open, Jay and Silent Bob lurk, as they do, and Mister Giles returned to town with new books for the store.

And Janet, Parker, and Zero were harassing the history teacher at his home. Hrm.

Cafe Fina was open, as was Caritas. I was there, of course, because it's Tuesday. So were Nadia and Piper, who I never did get around to thanking for cooking that wonderful dinner on Prom Saturday. Piper, consider this a thank you until I get a chance to say it in person?

Honestly, folks, that's everything we have tonight. It really has been quiet. So until next time, this is Archie Kennedy striking colors and signing off for the night, wishing you a fair wind and clear skies, and wishing my toy -- er -- model yacht turns up again soon.
[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
Hello and good evening, Fandom! This is Tuesday evening, so this is Archie Kennedy at the helm, and let me assure you that I am one hundred percent sober. Well, all right, ninety-five percent. Veronica bought me a drink. Anyhow, this is Royal Navy Radio, and from going over my notes it has been an interesting day in this fair town. So I suppose I should tell you about it.

*long, dazed pause*

I'm . . . sorry, ladies and gentlemen. These rolling hedgehogs are rather mesmerizing. Where was I? Ah, yes.


Preparations for the end of the semester are in vogue, apparently: Art classes spent the period reviewing, as did Business classes. In Speech classes, the 201 students gave their final speech presentations, while the 301 students were down to their last chance to convince Professor Cregg to not give them a final. I suppose that counts as preparing for finals, one way or the other, doesn't it?

Also preparing were Classics and Foreign Literature, who worked on their final projects, and Political Campaigning, which did the same. One wonders if Advanced Journalism will cover annoying Professor Skeeter on their final examinations, as that's exactly what they did today. On the not-at-all-unlikely chance that the animals John Crichton the Menagerie Man has been will end up on that final, the students got a bit of a break.

Because John Crichton stayed human all through class today.

Yes, that's right, folks, the Apocalypse is back on.

Oooh, a chartreuse hedgehog!

If any of you are buried in your finals review, ask an Introduction to Archaeology student: they learned about excavation methods today. As for Advanced Criminal Justice? Well, we watched an episode of Crime and Punishment. I still don't understand that show, and I still think that the clown's secret was that he was too happy as a child.

Things were fairly quiet in the library, opened by the lovely Miss Angela Chase today, but she did talk with Parker while at work. In the assistants' lounge, Bel was there for half the day, and Parker came to visit.

Happenings in the Wardroom and the Chain of Command

Did I mention the hedgehogs? The announcements did, today. The trees are apparently still flinging acorns, and there was some other incredibly uninteresting trivia as well. But the hedgehogs are willing to play croquet. You don't often find hedgehogs who do that. Vice Principal Pierce was looking for people willing to help with graduation. Perhaps the hedgehogs can be persuaded? They're very earnest. Eager, even.

No, I'm sorry, I don't have a croquet mallet. Ask Zero.

Professor Cregg held office hours and was visited by Parker and Maia. It's presumed that the rest of the faculty was around somewhere, but evidently not so newsworthy.

Everyone is still in good health, as evidenced by the fact that the school nurse resorted to constructing carousel contraptions in the infirmary, and both Doctors Troy and Lambert resorted to solitary ways of occupying the time on their clinic shifts.

And there was tongue in the cafeteria. Er. Tongues. As in speaking in them, which is what Nadia and Pippi were doing.

In the Crew Berths

Just outside the dorms today, Isabel was having fun with the acorn-flinging trees, and rescued Walter from some of the nutty little projectiles. Anakin also stopped by, and talked with Isabel about his homeworld and his past.

Candy seems like a strange thing to eat while watching something called Kill It Before It Dies, but nevertheless that is what was happening in the third floor common room tonight with Ivanova, Pip, Pippi, Maia, and Alphonse. Something called Rote Muhle with little dots over the 'u', and don't ask me how to pronounce it, was playing in the second floor den of iniquity. It sounds sordid. Fitting, for that floor, where Parker and Isabel schemed about Professor Lyman and Angela succeeded in -- did I read that right? making Jaye's toaster emo. And the ubiquitous Bitterwoman was playing in the fifth floor common room, watched by Nadia and Pippi.

*pause* Well, that beats the hedgehogs -- ouch, not my ankles, please?

Waking up with someone else seems to be a popular pastime today. John and Aeryn did it, as did Ivanova and Maia. Cameron did not, as far as I can tell, wake up with someone else, although he did have a troublesome dream. He was later visited by Menagerie Man John, who interviewed him for journalism, and by Molly, who told him that she -- broke up with Blair? In the sewers? I don't think I can cope. Blair told Ivanova the same thing.

Pippi had a run-in with some of the odder hedgehogs, and Maia indulged herself in a shower after classes today. Sydney was seen heading toward John Connor's room tonight, and caught up in the frenzy of finals fever, perhaps, Rory was studying and visited by Aeryn; talk of prom commenced. There was talk of goldfish and babies in Cally and Anders's room, and dear God, I beg of you, Samuel, do not procreate. Ever. Please.

Pip was packing tonight, And Draco was feeling out of sorts tonight for reasons that I'll get into momentarily.

Beat to Quarters?

Things certainly started off interestingly in the East Attic today, didn't they? Veronica made coffee for herself, Chloe, and Piper this morning, but Piper was in quite the nasty mood and left in a huff. Or a puff, rather. Naturally, this didn't go over terribly well with her roommates, who were joined in the East Attic by Bel, Phoebe, Paige, and Lindsey in order to determine what was going on: namely that Piper had been turned into a Fury and would be going after evildoers, as Furies do. Or at least, as I assume they do. I'm rather unclear on it.

Piper was not so unclear about her intentions to pay Angel a visit, though she appears to have left somewhat frustrated, only to have her visit followed up immediately by one from Veronica and Bel. She caused Draco some difficulties, as I alluded to earlier, before being summoned back to the East Attic and subsequently taken on a trip by Veronica and Paige.

You know, it somehow made more sense before I read it out loud. I swear it did.

On Shore Leave

Not much happened in town tonight, it seems. Over at Empire Records, Marty was at work, and Anakin was buying bleach at All and Sundries. Why, Anakin? Your robes are always impeccable as it is. Ivanova was there too, and bouncing. Clearly Blair is rubbing off on her.

At the Fourth Sin, Jarod was distracted from his poor broken laptop by a phone call from Parker. Well, that was a welcome distraction, I'm sure. And -- *papers rustling* -- what? In distractions of the welcome or perhaps not-so-welcome variety, Nadia and Sydney discovered that they are, in fact, sisters, over dinner at Ching Tai. Er. Congratulations, you two? Cafe Fina could have used some distractions, I'm sure, but was unfortunately empty tonight.

The . . . illustrious Professor Skeeter is taking a trip out of town for a few days, it seems. And I was at Caritas as usual, where I asked Veronica out. I think she tilted her head at me. I can't be sure.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is all the news from our fair town tonight. So this is Archie Kennedy striking colors, wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies, and a very smurfy good night indeed.


And no, when I say striking colors, I don't mean hitting these rolling hedgehogs.

Fandom Radio, April 18

Wednesday, April 19th, 2006 12:50 am
[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
Hello, hello, and a smurfy good evening to you, Fandom! This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy here at the helm of Royal Navy Radio on a quiet Tuesday evening that is, thankfully devoid of slime and sudden localized downpours. Although there are furry little ducks on bouncing sticks, but I'll elaborate further in a bit. Really, that's about normal for this town, isn't it?


There were shouting platypuses. Platypi. Something. On pogo sticks. Or so we were informed in this morning's announcements, anyhow. Dean Zordon made sure to inform us that Paul Revere did not, in fact, shout "The British are coming," and honestly, I know there's a stereotype about us being more proper and dignified than you Yankees and all that, but is it really necessary to announce that as though it's news? Or . . . damn it. That wasn't a euphemism that time, was it?

Advanced Criminal Justice this morning talked about various theories of justice. Class discussion ranged from the whimsical to the truly awkward, as did the theories we discussed, really. Speaking of whimsical, Arthurian Traditions was lectured on Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Whatever that is. Look, the name was whimsical, all right? Er. I'm told it's a film.

Continuing in the tradition of film-watching classes, History of Art and Studio Art upheld that tradition in fine fashion.

Languages classes proved that it really is possible to span the globe in the space of an hour, as the Foreign Literature section discussed African literature, and the Classics students studied Roman mythology. Introduction to Archaeology, meanwhile, was still back in Egypt. Who needs all this confusing technology? Apparently classes are a versatile means of transportation, at least if one has an imagination sufficient to the task. And then there were the coalitions talked about in Political Campaigning, and as usual I have no idea if they're anything like what I think they are.

While Speech classes, business classes, Advanced Journalism, History of Medieval England, and Western Civilisation prepared for their final examinations, Sociology of Sex Cultures actually got some. Farewell, Doctor Grissom; best of luck to you.

*furious flurry of rustling papers*

Dear God in heaven, I have absolutely no reports of John Crichton being turned into an animal today. Repent while you can, dear listeners, the end is truly nigh. Oh, and General Physical Conditioning played volleyball again today.

Mister Wagner opened the library today, and while Parker was in and out like a shot during first period, she came back during second period, during which Angela was also there, talking to Mister Wagner about work-related matters, and then to Parker about camping, birthdays, and probably smurfiness as well. Zero was there as well, talking about Mole Men -- are they anything like Smurfs? Parker was very helpful today, assisting our esteemed librarian in finding the coffee maker, and then shelving books.

Happenings in the Wardroom and the Chain of Command

Our lovely, if formidable, principal held office hours today and kept a lookout for those perambulating platypi. Professor Cregg held a private tutoring session with Phoebe in her office, and no, that's not a euphemism, thank you very much. I can tell, because my notes are stunningly mature on the subject. At sunset this evening, Admiral Harrington enjoyed a glass of wine in her home.

In the mess hall, Blair had lunch with Ivanova and a bear, and Pippi had no shortage of appetite.

The student body, by and large, continues to be remarkably healthy as the infirmary was once again empty. Doctor Troy's shift at the FTEC saw Kiki checking out, and Lilly . . . still dead. She's stable, I'll give her that; she was still dead during Doctor Lambert's shift in the evening. Three cheers for consistency!

In the Crew Berths

Oh, that's it. It's truly the end of the world. The second floor den of iniquity was completely quiet today. Two of my fellow birthday celebrates from yesterday, Angela and Peter, were in the third floor common room though, talking about Vanessa Saturn and, er, ships? Ships? What? When I wasn't there? And there was socialization of the female variety, as Faithful and Angela's cat Min had a lively conversation of their own.

And then Pippi put up prom posters! People will have the opportunity to be chauffeured to the prom in vehicles known as golf carts and, presumably, arrive in more style than simply walking. Not that walking doesn't have its merits, but really, we do that every day around here. It's exercise, really, much as Pip and Ivanova were getting in the gym tonight.

This morning in the East Attic, Veronica had coffee with Marty, and Phoebe and Bel had a long talk in the South Attic, while down on the third floor Callisto and Angel woke up together. Why do I report these things? They do this all the time! Er. Callisto and Angel, that is. And Phoebe and Bel too, most likely.

Victor is gone, it seems, and left notes for several people before his departure, including Walter and Nadia.

Did I mention the platypi? Nadia certainly saw them. Pippi did too. What odd little creatures. But really, it's the pogo sticks that perplex me. Or perhaps it's just the word pogo.

Later on in the day, Callisto and Angel were smurfy -- no, really, my notes say nothing -- and Rory stopped by to visit Aeryn. Hello, Rory! There was discussion of rings and the nefarious evil of the color pink, and Professor Skeeter, and, er, none of those things are related, I presume. I don't want to turn into an animal, Professor Skeeter.

And -- as you do -- Sharon was reciting poetry to her plant. It's possible her efforts were not received terribly well.

On Shore Leave

Kiki is out of the clinic, and that's good news. She and her mother had a talk in the park today before her mother left again. Also in the park, Alfred was feeding the ducks. Was it gourmet duck feed, I wonder?

Er. *pause* What is duct tape, and why was it on Edmund's pants?

*sound of a chair scraping against the floor* What the hell?

*sproing* *sproing* *sproing* "The regulars are out! The regulars are out!"

Oh, shut up, y -- ouch! Oh, that's it. A platypus squashed my hat with its pogo stick. It's dead to me, do you hear me? Dead.

Sparky Repairs was open and Agatha was in, and Nadia dropped in to talk about smurfy things with Marty at Empire Records today. Parker also had a smurfy conversation with Marty. Hello, Marty! Did I mention it's good to have you back?

Out by the causeway, Rory taught Anakin to drive. I have received no reports of damage or injuries, and neither of them ended up in the clinic, so I'm assuming it went well.

Orlin made a romantic dinner for Camulus. I wish I could cook. Well, I can, but the end result is far from romantic, I assure you, unless you're the sort of person who finds romance in charred ruins. At Jeff, the God of Biscuits, Pippi shanghaied GOB and his moose into chauffeuring those golf carts for prom. I say, well done, Pippi!

. . . does the moose drive too, GOB?

Oh, and Veronica was at the trooper station. I don't know what went on. We never know what goes on in there. It's one of the great mysteries of Fandom. Every town has to have its enigmas, you know. Not so enigmatic was Cafe Fina, where Pippi and Mister Neilson had dinner and visited Walter, then helped him "study monkey."

I hope that isn't one of our ubiquitous euphemisms. I choose instead to believe that this is for Creature Languages.

Ah, and Caritas. It was busy tonight, and highly entertaining as well. My smurfy partner in crime Advanced Criminal Justice projects, Cameron, showed up as promised to sing for Veronica. Molly was with him too, for the mockery value. Isabel and Veronica patched things up, which can only be a good thing, and Kawalsky talked to Veronica about the prom. He apparently also talked to Sam Carter about the prom on Cameron's behalf. Not that Cameron found out about it until after the fact. Charlie, I think there may be a slight issue with the order of how to do these things here.

And there was, and I quote, a guy in funny clothes" who was also "talking to Veronica and Isabel, but I don't remember anyone in --


I have an anonymous source to kill, I do believe.

And there was entertainment ranging from the polished to the surreal, courtesy of Veronica, Cameron extolling the virtues of survival in a way that was inebriated and highly amusing, and Kawalsky with a paean to virginity.

. . . and on that note, I conclude tonight's log, as that is all the news for the day. This is Archie Kennedy striking colors and signing off -- and I wish all of you a fair wind and clear skies, and a smurfy, pleasant night.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a platypus to catch. Come here, you --

*muffled scraping and sounds of a brief but spectacular scuffle just before the microphone shuts off*
[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
Hello and good evening, Fandom! This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy at the helm this Tuesday night on Royal Navy Radio, and if there's ever an uneventful day in this town I don't know wh -- *sounds of rather voluminous, liquid splattering* Twice in one day. Lovely. As I was saying, if there's ever an uneventful day in this town I have no idea what I'll do. Right then.


In case you hadn't fallen victim to or witnessed it, the Dean announced that random slime attacks have befallen the campus. You don't say.

We watched cartoons in Advanced Criminal Justice this morning, though there were no Smurfs, sadly. Rory taught the class today. Hello, Rory! Arthurian Traditions had a film day as well, History of Art also watched a documentary, and Studio Art discussed appropriation. Art was never my strong point so I don't know how appropriate that was. In Foreign Literature and Classics, the former read stories from The Thousand and One Nights, while Classics worked on their translations of Ovid.

Speech convened as per usual, and while the 301 students talked about communicating with animals -- which happens a bloody lot around here -- the 201 students worked on their final speeches. Business classes also worked on their final projects. Good God, please don't tell me the end of the semester is creeping up on us already! Apparently it is, as Advanced Journalism was also working on final projects. John Crichton the Menagerie Man let us down this week, folks. If he was turned into an animal, I don't know ab -- *splatter* Damn it!

Speaking of this damned slime, Chloe was slimed in Professor Skeeter's class, and Professor Lyman also fell victim during Political Campaigning. My sources report that in a similar phenomenon, the heavens, or at least the ceiling tiles, opened up and doused Angel with water.

Well, the heavens are certainly going to open up and do something now that John Crichton has retained his form throughout an entire Journalism class. Something far less innocuous than slime, I imagine.

Oh yes, there were other classes today! Introduction to Archaeology discussed Egyptian scripts, Creative Writing learned about Belloc and Holmes, History of Medieval England continued talking about the War of the Roses and a lot of people with the same names, and Western Civilisation discussed the Renaissance.

The library was a bit less festive than usual today; Angela greeted Mister Wagner the librarian, Cameron was acting bizarrely, Parker and Zero had coffee which I can only assume they did not spill on the books, being responsible library aides, and Parker and Angela discussed the past weekend's happenings.

Happenings in the Wardroom and the Chain of Command

The school clinic was empty today; the students all remain in one piece. Except perhaps those of you who normally come in multiple pieces. That's different. At the town clinic, Allie and Lilly were still there during Doctor Troy's day shift, and continued to maintain the status quo during Doctor Lambert's evening shift. Look here, ladies, there's a virtue in consistency, but could we perhaps gravitate towards one of a healthier nature?

I'm only teasing. Get better soon, both of you.

Hair and hobbies -- is hair a hobby? No, don't tell me -- were Pippi and Ivanova's topics of conversation in the mess hall today.

The Weird Hometown Club meeting was cancelled; Professor Cregg held office hours and was visited by Mister Wagner as well as Sam Carter.

In the Crew Berths

Cameron has been acting very, very strangely today. He was studying in the den of iniquity this afternoon, apparently in that superhero uniform of his. Does that help you study more, Cameron? Is it smurfy? Remember what happened to the poor mushrooms in our class project. While there, he was warned off of marking up the library books by Lana, on pain of death by Parker and Zero. Isabel brought him lunch and asked about the cake he promised her; perhaps he only had two bits and didn't expect such a rush? And John Crichton had some words to say about the tightness of Cameron's outfit, and the things it revealed.

Video games are something I'm terrible at, apparently, but Victor and Walter were playing them and discussing birthdays today, and Draco was also playing them.

Nadia was dreaming again, which is not particularly newsworthy as we all do that but my notes mentioned it anyhow, and Callisto didn't sleep. She would have had a long talk with Angel after waking up, but as she was already awake there was no after about it, really. Speaking of long talks, as well as people acting strangely, John and Aeryn woke up this morning and talked about plans for the evening with Isabel.

Molly and Blair were adorable in the computer lab; Walter and Nadia had a talk about things on Walter's mind. I don't know wh -- *splatter* *sigh* Never mind. Well, Pippi and Pip fell victim to the slime too, at least. Kiki talked to her cat and sent email, then later visited with Lana. There was singing and hair-doing courtesy of Pippi, reading by Ivanova, and pouting by Alphonse, while D'anna returned. Which implies that she'd been somewhere, of course. I don't know wh -- *splatter*


On a much happier, and hopefully much less slimy, note, Bel is back. And. Er. *embarrassed pause and a cough* Anders, who also got slimed, had to cheer Cally up after I . . . well, in the interest of living through the end of this broadcast I'll elaborate later.

On Shore Leave

The Baron had lunch at Cafe Fina, Camulus and Orlin were smurfy, and Agatha was reading at Sparky Repairs.

Aereopagitica was busy today, with a dingbot stopping by for Mister Giles, Orlin looking for books on philosophy, and Parker coming to thank Mister Giles for something.

At the trooper station Veronica and Phoebe stopped by today.

And finally, there was Caritas. Logan was there, talking to Veronica about the evidence she's been collecting about the attack on Allie. Angela and Nadia were there, having an early birthday drink, speculating about Pippi's hair, and making arrangements to visit the spa. They also sang a song about the poignant, yet pointless, crisis of a co-ed. Cally was there too, talking to Veronica about her weekend. And it was Tuesday, so of course I was there as well. *sigh* Yes, all right, so my notes aren't exaggerating. Yes, I was a complete ass to Cally. But then I had a talk with Veronica before walking her home. I was not a complete ass to her. I hope. I don't know.

*long, nervous pause*


You'd think I'd have smurfing learned by now. Anyhow, folks, that is all the Fandom news for the day. So this is Archie Kennedy striking colors and signing off, wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies, and a smurfy good night out here on the proverbial water.

*sound of a brief but torrential downpour*

Oh, for the love of G --

*fizzling, crackling pops as the microphone shorts out*

Fandom Radio, April 4

Wednesday, April 5th, 2006 12:16 am
[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
Hello and good evening, Fandom! This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy here, debriefing you on today's activity here in this fair if bizarre town and -- no, damn it, sod off! Beg pardon, folks, there was a lemur on my hat. Anyway as I was saying, this is Archie Kennedy at the helm, here on Tuesday night's Royal Navy Radio. Not to waste time so let's get right to it, shall we?


This morning in Advanced Criminal Justice, we watched television. I still don't understand what's going on in that Crime and Punishment show. We also learned that we'll be getting a guest speaker next week in class, and this news was greeted with . . . rather strong reactions from some quarters. In Classics and Foreign Literature, the former read a fable from Ovid's Metamorphoses while the latter had a quiz. Political Campaigning talked about television advertising, women in Arthurian times were the subject of Arthurian Traditions -- imagine that, and Business classes worked on their final projects. In Speech classes, the 201 students worked on their speeches about what they've learned from Fandom High, which should be very interesting indeed and the 301 class was overrun by lemurs. Not surprising as the whole school was.

Introduction to Archaeology discussed Egyptian animals and took a quiz on the gods and goddesses of Egypt; in not entirely unrelated news, General Physical Conditioning worked on flexibility and Sociology of Sex Cultures worked on a project about erotic art. You know, some of us just call this pornography. I hear this Internet is very good for that sort of thing.

Western Civilisation discussed the Crusades and the High Middle Ages, and no, Jesus was not a white man from Oxford, History of Medieval England talked about the War of the Roses, and that charming rogue of an art teacher was mysteriously missing from both History of Art and Studio Art.

Finally, in the class news you've all been waiting for, Advanced Journalism compiled questions to pose to their interviewees. And it's a good thing that John Crichton the Menagerie Man, who seems to be talking to himself lately, got turned into a miniature zebra today, and not a lemur. His coat would have matched their tails nicely though, stripes and all.

In the library, Angela and Parker had a talk about Jarod and about Marty leaving, the latter of which was also discussed by Rory and Angela. And in the mess hall Walter, Pippi and Nadia were having a pleasant enough lunch until the lemurs broke it up.

Happenings in the Wardroom and the Chain of Command

Professor Cregg was in her office and hiding from the lemurs . . . oh, speak of the devil, off my leg! Off my leg! Dear God in Heaven, what are you -- oh, for God's sake.

*muted sounds of a brief but spectacular scuffle, followed by a loud thud and several moments of silence*

And Professor Camulus was attacked by some odd furry elephant-like creatures and I'm just not asking.

By and large, you students are a fairly healthy lot; nobody came by the school clinic today, though Lilly Kane was in the town clinic during Doctor Troy's shift and presumably during Doctor Lambert's as well.

Over in the TA lounge, Bel and Isabel were there, talking about -- well, that's an interesting range of subjects -- coffee, powers, kissing, and alcohol. Not all at once, I hope. That could . . . *cough* Yes. Well. Anyhow. Bel also had a talk with Phoebe in the lounge.

In the Crew Berths

Nadia and Parker were in the gym this morning, getting smurfy; Jaye got a package -- no, not that kind, now that I've learned that particular euphemism. My class partner in smurf, Cameron, was watching television in the second floor common room with Molly and a lemur. *pause* Even lemurs like television, apparently. Given that the second floor common room is habitually a den of debauchery, I am hoping like hell that this was not the case tonight. Luckily the fifth floor common room is not so given to vice; that's where Pippi was tonight.

And posters went up today announcing that the kissy event will be taking place after classes tomorrow. I voted. I hope you did too.

In other smurfy news, Callisto and Angel woke up and were smurfy, Aeryn checked in on Cameron who met someone named Scorpius, and I was locked in my room all weekend so I have no idea who that is. Jaye finally got some sleep, and Nadia woke up feeling strange. That sometimes happens after nightmares, as Ivanova had, but waking up was perhaps more pleasant for Logan who is no longer a bunny for the second time. Mister Echolls, do try and stay human from now on? I've given up on Crichton, but there's still hope for you. And no, the lemur that Aeryn encountered was not John Crichton, obviously, as he was a miniature zebra.

*pause and snicker* Always a miniature, John. I wonder about that.

No, Anakin was definitely not happy about his Master coming to visit; I didn't realize that drunken banthabell playing and singing was a Jedi calming technique. I know that now, though. Cally and Samuel discussed the girlkissy poll and yes, Cally, I voted for you.

Among things that were given out, Walter gave Nadia boots, Parker sent email to Jarod, and a lemur gave an email-writing Angela a bite. I hope you're all right, Angela!

Rory was not so all right, though. Would a special hello cheer you up, perhaps? Hello, Rory!

On Shore Leave

GOB was seen at Blood Gulch Arms today. I'm told this is a very bad thing. Jaye was at Sparky Repairs with her laptop and, er, a whore, which reminds me that at the Fourth Sin Jarod was sending email. At Aereopagitica, Parker picked up a video, while Professor Camulus replaced some books of his that had gotten eaten. Honestly, how hungry do you have to be? He was later at Orlin's, though. Orlin, I hope you fed him.

At All and Sundries, Walter was in the women's footwear section, and Ivanova checked in. Speaking of checking, Walter and Orlin both admired the new sculpture in the park, Jaye stared at a whore's chest -- and I have no idea if this was the same whore I mentioned earlier or not -- and Nadia ran into Ivanova while running. Wait. That last bit has nothing to do with checking. But anyhow.

Cafe Fina was sadly empty tonight, but Angela stopped by Caritas, as did I before walking Veronica home after closing, and Nadia, who made lunch plans with Veronica for tomorrow.

And, ladies and gentlemen, that is all the news in our fair town tonight. So this is Archie Kennedy striking colors and signing off for the night, wishing you all a fair wind, clear skies, and the smurfiest smurfiness that ever smurfed your smurf.
[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
Hello and a most smurfy Tuesday evening to you, Fandom! Rest assured that the Union Jack flies above the airwaves tonight here on Royal Navy Radio, and Lieutenant Archie Kennedy is at the helm. I'm leaving the pirating to those who have the aptitude for it, and look more dashing with an eyepatch than I do.


Evidently our chalkboards have taken to insulting people all by themselves, as poor Draco discovered. Such initiative! If only more of us students would show as much initiative.

Because Justice must remain ever vigilant, Advanced Criminal Justice met bright and early today as it does every Tuesday and Thursday, and discussed private investigators. And because sung music is a form of poetry, our own Professor Ted Logan was the guest speaker in Creative Writing . Not all Latin translations are a form of poetry; be that as it may, they were the subject in Classics and Foreign Literature, which was taught by Professor Calendar today in Professor Dream's stead.

In Sociology of Sex Cultures, the students gave group presentations on -- should I be glad I don't know what polyamory is? As it is, hearing about that class giving group presentations at all makes me unconscionably nervous. I'm sure the Chemistry students were nervous too, taking their final exams so far before the end of the semester. It seems Professor Camulus was acting very strangely in Arthurian Traditions, which studied Owein and the Countess of the Fountain. I don't think he took a chemistry final, though, so I have no idea what caused his odd behavior.

In Speech 201 and 301, the former wrote speeches about their time here at Fandom High -- oh, there's no end of oratory fodder there -- and the latter talked about messages from hesitant senders. This could or could not involve telephones. I still hesitate to use the damned things. Archaeology learned about ancient Egyptian religion, and Business Law and HR Management classes were cancelled. General Physical Conditioning had a choice between kickboxing and dance aerobics. Whatever aerobics are. They sound smurfy.

History of Medieval England discussed that most cheery of topics, the Black Death, while Western Civilisation talked about Jewish life in Medieval Europe. I was awake. Really. Films were the order of the day again in History of Art and Studio Art. In Political Campaigning, students watched advertisements. Political ones. Imagine that. Political advertisements in a class about political campaigning. So very shocking.

Just as shocking as John Crichton the Menagerie Man becoming a koala during today's Advanced Journalism class. So much for that shorthand they were supposed to submit today.

Of course the library was bustling. When isn't it? Does anyone ever get any studying done in there? I'm sorry to report that our librarian, Mister Wagner, was rather under the weather today. I hope you feel better soon, sir! Cameron and Parker were there, too, talking about myriad subjects including Professor Tick's smurfy class, Molly's smurfy party, and . . . smurfs. Yes. Parker also talked to Liz about . . . smurfs. Of the "men" variety.

Happenings in the Wardroom and the Chain of Command

Office hours were held today by the disembodied Dean and . . . nobody else. Well, it's not as if he's ever out of the office anyhow.

In the school clinic, Doctor Pevensie was alone with a Peep, whatever in hell that means, as was Nurse Betty. Alone, that is. Not with a Peep. Or a Smurf. Doctor Lambert's evening shift at the FTEC was quiet as well, though Doctor Troy had a visit from Stark during the daytime. And there was something about a Plant Girl. I am not smurfing asking.

In the mess hall, Victor asked Blair for help with meditation and stress relief, and Ivanova later joined Blair and helped fend off emo with cookies. Cookies are very good for that sort of thing. Nadia, meanwhile, talked to Anders about tension -- yes, he'd know quite a bit about that, the lummox -- between friends before they were joined by Cally, who got Nadia's thanks for talking to Victor yesterday.

In the Crew Berths

The gym was busy today, with Cameron and Aeryn, Aeryn and the Menagerie Man, Alanna, and dear God in heaven, Rory all hitting things. Hello, Rory! See? I didn't forget this week!

Nadia and Pippi were in the fifth floor common room with pancakes, which is fortunate as my nautical flame-haired friend awoke craving pancakes today. Jake was painting Jaye in the second floor common room. How does one paint snark, Jake? Enlighten me, I beg you. In the fourth floor common room, Blair channel surfed, which sounds rather risky, though perhaps not as risky as the upcoming Risk Night sponsored by the Student Council. Here's a hint: Australasia. Get all the purple ones. The Russian front? Not a smurfing good idea.

Speaking of hints, random facts about Professor MacGyver were posted all over the dorms. And Victor left presents for Pip, Pippi, Al, and Cally and Anders. Damned nice of him, even if I don't know why. I also don't know who Phil Noir is, and why he and Jaye equal an -- oat-p? Ottup? How the bloody hell do you pronounce O-T-P?

Callisto and Angel showed no concern for morning breath as they woke up in a smurfy fashion, while Blair showed no concern for his roommate's sleep as he talked about Molly and kissing. Presumably in conjunction. There was apparently a great deal of enthusiasm, as there was with Walter, Victor, and Pup this morning.

Angel dropped by Anakin's room for a talk, and Ivanova stopped by Alphonse's room to ask him to walk into town with her. Parker, meanwhile, was busy doing that emailing thing. Jaye's room was busy too, with Elizabeth, Veronica, and Charlie Kawalsky all dropping by with presents. Cameron was there too. Well. That's just smurfy.

There was woe as well, for Angela, who had to leave us for a few days, and for Parker and Rory. Peter, on the other hand, was not so woeful, as he was rejoicing over having only two arms. Er. Peter? That is the normal number, you know. All right, so the money he received as well warranted the rejoicing. John the erstwhile koala and Aeryn had a date, which I assume is gleeful. Sam Carter had homework and chocolate, and thus was fairly evenly balanced out on the woe-versus-glee scales. Oh. And Cally and Anders were smurfy. Sharon, on the other hand, was peeping. Why in hell would you want to watch them?

On Shore Leave

The Perk was buzzing, with Jake and Isabel talking about being alien -- Isabel, that makes no difference to me, by the way -- and Alphonse and Ivanova discussing friends and bad feelings.

Er. Orlin apparently visited Agatha at Sparky Repairs today, as did John Connor. Or -- was that Orlin? Or Camulus? Or -- damn it, now I'm confused.

Meanwhile at Aereopagitica, Mister Giles was reading about yoga, and Nadia and Parker came to visit. Blair also stopped by, apologizing about flakes on a job application or something of that sort. No, I'm not wearing an eyepatch today. No, these smurfing notes still make no smurfing sense. At Empire Records, there was Marty and Glitter and crafts, and at Blood Gulch Arms there were Anakin and John Connor.

At All and Sundries, Orlin or Camulus and Camulus or Orlin stopped by, as did Ivanova, who told Edmund that Tonks is leaving. Camulus-or-Orlin-but-I-think-it's-Camulus was in the park, cheerful but alone. Parker and Jarod were, as my notes so smurfily and helpfully say, being Parker and Jarod. This is apparently significant for those who know what this means. Admiral Harrington, meanwhile, watched movies in the comfort of her own home.

Pippi stopped in at Cafe Fina for lunch, where Nadia and Victor had dinner.

Finally, at Caritas, there was singing, courtesy of Veronica, Phoebe, and yours truly. Phoebe and Bel relaxed in the lounge, while Piper and her sister caught up after Piper's trip back home. There was also politeness between Veronica and Bel, a chat between Veronica and Piper, tea party planning between Nadia and Veronica, testing of Veronica's patience by Quark, figurative-sibling conversation between Pip and Veronica, and Logan, who got invited to the tea party as well. And I talked to Veronica about California and the utter ridiculousness of my taking driver's education.

And that, dear Fandom, appears to be all the news I have for you tonight. So this is Archie Kennedy, striking colors and signing off, wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies, and a very good night indeed. The smurfiest of nights, even!

Oh, and a word of advice, Crichton? Professor Skeeter's hair is not eucalyptus leaves. I'm sorry.
[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
Ahoy there, you scurvy dogs! This is Acting Pirate Archie Kennedy, flying the Jolly Roger on the airwaves for the last time. Next week I should be under my own colors again. Not that I've regretted this little experiment, but it's hard to read my notes with this eyepatch on, and anyhow I think it's best to leave the pirating to those best suited for it, don't you?

Anyhow, yes, this is Acting Pirate Kennedy, once again alone here behind the microphone. Unlike the rest of you. Actually, I'm not complaining. Merely pointing that out. I'd also like to point out that my uniform has shiny buttons in abundance.

*pause* Really. I smurfing swear.


Welcome back to Political Campaigning, Professor Lyman!

The water fountains were dispensing Hawaiian Punch today, according to the school announcements, which also sent us mixed messages about the acceptability of betting on sporting events.

Today in Advanced Criminal Justice, we were split up into pairs to begin work on our class projects. There was talk of folder helmets, bribery, haves and have-nots, strenuous activity, Darwin, and Smurfs. I learned a new word! It may be obscene! But it's very versatile! I also came to the startling realization that Professor Tick may be, secretly, completely smurfing evil. In Classics and Foreign Literature, the former conversed in Latin while the latter discussed Japanese authors. Creative Writing discussed poetry, while Speech 201 and 301 wrote comedic speeches and discussed rearranging their class schedule, respectively.

Chemistry class was cancelled, but not so much Sociology of Sex Cultures, with a lesson about polyamorous cultures and please God, let certain students in that class not get any damned smurfing ideas from it. Certain other people, on the other hand . . . er. If people would get ideas from Business Law and HR Management on the other hand, that might not be such a bad idea, as contracts and labor laws were the topics of the day.

In Archaeology, Doctor Jackson lectured the class on ancient Egyptian religion, and we discussed the Islamic world in the Middle Ages during Western Civilisation. Professor Camulus was awfully cranky in Arthurian Traditions, which makes it a good thing that he wasn't in General Physical Conditioning, where archery was the order of the day. Both History of Art and Studio Art had films today.

And let's be honest: the real reason any of you pay any attention whatsoever to this section of the broadcast is to find out what's happened to John Crichton the Menagerie Man this week, isn't it? Well, Advanced Journalism was assigned to create a shorthand writing form. Which would be difficult for John Crichton, who had no hands due to being a tiny snake. On a plane. And then on Rory's head. And Professor Skeeter's desk.

All of this while apparently thinking he was a gay cowboy on top of . . . gay cowboy? Is there another kind?

Ah yes, the library. How could we forget? Opened on Tuesdays as per usual by the lovely Miss Angela Chase, the library played host to a conversation between Angela and Zero about breakfast, Parker and Angela about Angela's good mood, the future, Cameron's outfit which does not have shiny buttons like mine, although Angela thought it was nice regardless. Johnny the gay cowboy Crichton also paid a visit, talking to Angela and to Zero who recorded him, and did something called the YMCA for Angela and Rory. Speaking of Rory (hello, Rory!) who is not a "big ol' ho,", she came in to tell Angela that Anakin is back. Welcome back to you too, Anakin!

Oh, and in the mess hall Pip, Pippi, Walter, and Victor discussed yesterday's Tactics of War class and camping, which may or may not be a euphemism.

Happenings in the Wardroom and the Chain of Command

Principal Washburn, who is lovely and should get more visitors, held office hours today, as did a very gleeful Vice Principal Pierce and a likewise happy Dean Zordon. *pause* All right, I refuse to believe that last part. There is nothing happy about the Dean.

Professor Cregg also held office hours today.

Despatches from Sickbay and the Crew Berths

The school clinic was empty, but Professor Calendar and Mister Giles dropped in at the town clinic.

Oh, and huzzah! Anakin is back! I know I said it already, but it's worth saying again, smurf it.

Culinary ambitions abounded in the dorm tonight, as Pippi prepared pancakes on the fifth floor. I'm rather sorry I didn't drop by there, or by the fourth floor common room, where Isabel was cooking something called puttanesca and there was plenty to share. Janet, Lana, and Broots shared in the cooking duties, and Cameron joined in to partake of the finished meal. And because she is a kind young woman, she dropped by Peter's room with some of the food later on.

Angel and Callisto had a misunderstanding, it seems, but things have since been cleared up, although apparently our brooding vampire did something to, I quote, "freak Logan out." Jaye gave Cameron his costume, and again I point out that mine has shiny buttons. Not that his lack of shiny buttons deterred Gay Cowboy Johnny from putting the moves on his lookalike. A lack of shiny buttons didn't hinder Bel in that regard either; apparently gay cowboys don't care about shiny buttons. *sniffle* Other recipients of Gay Cowboy Johnny's attentions included Pip and Anakin who got jeans out of the deal, while Elizabeth and Victor witnessed and -- to put it charitably -- marveled at the entire phenomenon. I missed it, but at least Parker got pictures.

In the morning, Janet and Liz had bondage time. Er. Bonding. Damn this eyepatch. Walter's bot was being annoying, and again that may or may not be a euphemism. Oh, and Aeryn got to meet Gay Cowboy Johnny, which I imagine was quite the spectacle. Did anyone get pictures of that?

In the smurfing den of smurfiness that is the second floor common room, everyone was glad to see Anakin so I can't begrudge them their commotion tonight: Rory, Cally and Anders, Molly, and Angela. Cameron showed off his shiny-button-less hero pose to Molly, and Jaye admired his outfit as well, and -- God smurfing damn it, people! Does no one smurfing appreciate the shiny smurfing buttons?

On Shore Leave

Lucas is no longer a tree, which made Nadia happy. I imagine it makes Lucas happier, though. Parker woke up . . . where? *coughs* Well, I'll be smurfed. She went back there after class, and there was Easter egg dying.

Kiki visited Crowley at the hotel, where she helped him with preparations for some event or other, and a driving lesson apparently took place. Driving is very traumatizing for me. I can only hope the same didn't hold true for Kiki and Crowley. Something went on with Crowley in the penthouse suite at the Arms tonight, but I've only just gotten this news in and have no details. Nor do I have details on the Baron's presence at the Mauvaise Chance Apartments tonight, sadly.

At Aereopagitica, Professor Calendar came by to visit Mister Giles, and -- ah, so that's why they dropped by the clinic. Poor Mister Giles, I hope you feel better. Batou opened Sanctity today, and Agatha was distracted while at work. Let's hope the Coffee Appreciators' Society meeting at the Perk wasn't quite so distracted. I hate to think of distraction mixed with all that caffeine.

At Quark's Bar, Crowley met with Paige and Orlin; Orlin also stopped by All and Sundries, as did Isabel, in preparation for that wonderful-sounding dinner that I now strongly regret missing. *sound of stomach growling loudly* Avast, you!

Oh, smurf me, I nearly forgot Caritas, where Veronica opened the club tonight. Piper dropped by and was later joined by Lindsey, and I was there too.

And finally, I am not asking why Jaye got caught stealing things at Empire Records. That's all the smurfing news I have tonight, which is a good thing, because this smurfing eyepatch makes it smurfing hard to read my smurfing notes, and it smurfing itches.

So, for the last time, Fandom, this is Acting Pirate Kennedy, who needs to stop saying "smurf," departing the airwaves for the night and striking colors. Next week, anticipate the return of Lieutenant Kennedy, flying the Union Jack on Royal Navy Radio once again. But it has been my dubious pleasure for the past several weeks to be the world's worst pirate for you all. Good night, Fandom, and join me in a final cask of rum and one last night of looting and pillaging. Arrrrgh, mateys!

[OOC: Sorry for the delay, folks, my coding went stupid and I had to go through and check link by link to fix it. A huge, huge thanks to [livejournal.com profile] rory__gilmore for helping me find the problem.]
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Hello and good -- I mean, ahoy, you scurvy dogs! Although is not Tuesday it is still Acting Pirate Radio, because tonight Acting Pirate Kennedy is the man at the wheel. Yes, Fandom, this is Archie Kennedy, the worst pirate to ever sail the airwaves, alone in my lofty perch here at the Crow's Nest II, because unlike some young, handsome, and innocent-faced Thursday night radio staff members I am sadly lacking in lovely broadcasting company. But I won't let a little thing like that stop me from bringing you today's log of activity.

Being Sunday, of course, there were no classes today. A few hours from now, it will be a different story, but I'll not argue with having that bit less to report tonight, and so we move on. *muttered* That's less time for me to sound like an idiot on the air, anyhow.

In the Crew Berths, and Despatches from Sickbay

In healthy pursuits, Cameron and Aeryn worked out in the gym, and Elizabeth went out running. Everyone seems to be in good health today, really, if the quietness of the clinic was any indication: Janet was all alone during the day shift, and the same held true for Stark in the evening. And yet, when injuries happen, they all happen at once. I'm beginning to think this is some bizarre sort of bonding ritual. Honestly, ladies and gentlemen, ship-to-ship combat wasn't that glamourous.

Speaking of glamour, the aftermath of yesterday's play was quite spectacular in several quarters. Blair woke up quite horrified, Lee and Sam dealt with the consequences of yesterday's chaos, and there was a cast party hosted in the Languages classroom by Professor Dream.

That "Take a Number" display outside Angel's room makes sense now: today's string of visitors included a hungover Alanna, a nagging Janet, a box-toting Molly, and I don't know why there's something crossed out right in front of the word "Box" in my notes, and Logan, during whose visit something called "ust" reportedly got all over the place.

Parker talked to Peter who shares her surname, as did Isabel. Incidentally, Isabel, welcome back, and I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to thank you earlier for the poster.

Bridge was tinkering in his room, and visited by Rory with cookies, and Parker inquiring about something I can't decipher. And no, before you ask, I have no information on Rory falling asleep in his room again. Sorry to disappoint. Certainly disappointed would be any of you looking for my close-cropped lookalike who seems to have . . . disappeared?

Jake sent email, Phoebe got very upset over a television program, Pippi was singing on the roof, and nobody including myself and my sources cares what Anders did, although Cally was apparently feeling much better today. Speaking of Anders, Sam and Janet evidently came to the conclusion that men are stupid. As Nadia had Walter over for a visit, I'm hoping she doesn't think so.

And . . . *sighs* The common room of iniquity and a constant infernal din was, as usual, iniquitous and noisy, what with Cameron and Jaye watching something called Lightning Bug and later joined by Rory who opined that they're cute (and said so to Angela) and therefore does not get a special hello, especially because she then flirted with Cameron herself. Jaye did not take this well, which in turn did not go over well with Cameron, and Rory was a "big ol' ho."

Normally I would defend her, but I am, for one thing, too ashamed that I actually understood what "big ol' ho" means, and for another I'm not feeling terribly inclined to leap to her defense tonight. Because nobody falls asleep on the air with me.

Nobody invites me to mysterious gatherings outside the basement, either.

On Shore Leave

The weekly Sunday brunch was at Jeff, the God of Biscuits today, and Mister Wonka carried on his most unique relationship with the town troopers. Also in attendance were Sharon, because the troopers were there of course, Jaye, and the Baron.

The Perkolator was bubbling with activity, and encounters between Elizabeth and Professor Jackson, Jake and Professor Jackson, Sam Carter and Professor Jackson, and . . . Parker and Jarod.

Alphonse and Sakura took a long stroll down Apocalypse Avenue and talked, Veronica visited Nadia at Empire Records, Silent Bob was in need of a hug, and the movie theater finished up its series of truly horrifying leprechaun movies. Wonka's was open, but no one was in the mood for candy, sadly. This must be remedied.

John and Aeryn were out at Galactica Point; Kiki visited Crowley at the Arms Hotel, and . . . *flurry of rustles, then a long pause* Camulus and Orlin did . . . things. Why is there chocolate on my notes? And how did Lucas get turned into a tree?

That is a very good question. And that, me hearties, is all the news in our fair town for the night. Wishing you a highly successful night of looting and pillaging, this is Acting Pirate Kennedy going off duty and off the air. And . . . *sighs* Arrrrrgh.
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Hello and good -- I mean, ahoy there, Fandom! This is Acting Pirate Archie Kennedy coming to you from the Crow's Nest II with a jug of rum and a rather sore neck, but sadly no buxom wenches. Nor any strapping young lads, for that matter. Woe is me.


With apologies to you poor sods whose week began yesterday, I didn't have class until this morning. But Advanced Criminal Justice, with its discussion about superheroes, certainly started off my first day back to classes with a bang. I still don't see the practicality in that odd stretchy fabric, though it occurs to me that such a statement could be hypocritical coming from someone expected to wear a broad-brimmed uniform hat in high winds. But at least I avoided the randomly appearing sections of disco dance floor that we were warned about in today's announcements.

Moving on to "please don't ask me to explain that" territory, the Equilibrium Constant was discussed in Chemistry, Sociology of Sex Cultures gave presentations on which I have no information and therefore can only hope did not involve demonstrations, Business Law and HR Management learned about intellectual property and OSHA respectively, and History of Art was once again subjected to the demented nun. Studio Art and Political Campaigning -- today covered by Logan Echolls in place of Angel in place of Professor Lyman -- also watched movies, though they were spared the demented nun. Lucky them.

In Professor Dream's language classes today, Classics began their study of Latin while Foreign Literature wrote haikus, which apparently infected half the student body today, and oh, for the love of God. You cannot make me. I will not speak in haiku. I simply refuse.

Robert Burns didn't write haiku, I feel compelled to point out, and he was the topic of today's Poetry class. We learned about the Byzantine Empire in Western Civilisation today and no I did not fall asleep unlike some people, while History of Medieval England studied Edward I. Not to be confused with Edward Elric. Storytelling was the order of the day in Arthurian Traditions; I wasn't aware spring break was an Arthurian tradition, particularly with some of the tales of debauchery I've heard about people's breaks. Speaking of breaks, nobody as far as I know broke anything during General Physical Conditioning today.

The library continues to be a den of iniquity, especially considering Angela's conversation with Zero about matters including Zero's time spent in prison over the break. I hope it was at least nicer than my prison experience. Angela also spoke with Parker, though psychic skills or the lack thereof were the subject matter instead of incarceration. Is that supposed to be more cheerful? Angela being cute with Marty, as my notes say, was certainly more cheerful, and I'm sure Molly was cheered by Angela's assistance with understanding Shakespeare.

And finally, the part of Tuesday night radio I know you all wait for, because honestly, who doesn't: what has John Crichton the Menagerie Man added to his resume today? You'd think, with a midterm in Advanced Journalism, he could have given his ambitions a rest for one day, but perhaps his classmates will get extra credit for doing articles on his attempted arrest of Professor Skeeter and the resultant conversation about handcuffs and spice, or the unholy bastard offspring of a mangy cur and a wharf-rat that he was turned into today. Honestly. Dear God, that thing is hideous, and its name sounds like that ungodly noise the Dean's mechanical servant makes. How . . . fitting. As John Crichton is fitting -- into Professor Skeeter's lap that is. Rather well. Apparently there was cuddling.

Happenings in the Wardroom and the Chain of Command

Folks, I can't tell you what was served in the mess hall today. All I know is that there were more damnable haiku there.

Professors Gilmore-Danes and Grissom chatted during office hours today, and Marty visited Principal Washburn. Jake opened the TA lounge, but it was rather quiet there.

Oh, but let's take a moment to bid pleasant voyage to Doctor Carter, who took her leave of us today. Best of luck to you in future endeavors, Doctor.

In the Crew Berths, and Despatches from Sickbay

The recent storm of activity around the clinic appears to have abated, and that can only be a good thing; today at the FTEC, Nadia dropped by during the day shift, and Doctor Lambert's evening shift was entirely uneventful. Also very quiet today was the school infirmary.

In the fourth floor common room, Molly and Blair rehearsed for the play, with much talk of bosoms and swords, and -- look, I can't help it if I read that in a dirty way, all right? It's Shakespeare, for God's sake. What else could it possibly be? Down in the lobby, Xander had an encounter with Constable Fraser and, it's worth mentioning, Diefenbaker the wolf as well; Professor the Tick recruited our intrepid Constable as a guest speaker for ACJ.

Up in the East Attic, where I should make a visit again sometime and not just for the cookies, honestly, Veronica was visited by Marty, a haiku-ing Nadia. In his pink room, Peter Parker pondered and for God's sake I'm too lazy to put more effort into the alliteration tonight. Cope.

*rustles papers* What in the hell? Oh, I'll be . . . who wrote these notes? In the neverending circus that is room 238, Jake dropped by and made sketches of Angel, who also cuddled with Callisto, and was unfortunately informed by Janet that, er, cuddling should be about the extent of such activities for the time being. Good god, Angel, you're going to need a majordomo to announce your visitors soon, as you had a whole parade of them: Veronica, Angela, Logan, Parker, and Rory and Vladdie came by as well.

Phoebe and Bel snuggled and had a slightly more serious conversation, and oh, by the way, thank you for the chocolates, Phoebe, they're wonderful. Nadia, er, woke up sore, Janet had quiet reading time, Walter and Pippi and a whatever-the-hell-a-bot-is spoke in more of those damned haiku, Molly made fun of Cameron and his superhero costume ambitions, Sharon said strange words to her plant, and John and Aeryn exchanged many, many words about their relationship and the ungodly creature whose shape John temporarily assumed.

And of course, there was the second floor common room, which would have been a perfectly nice place for Callisto to prepare for the play until all you uncouth people invaded it. Yes, I'm talking to you, Xander, Cadet Carson, Peter who was extremely happy today, Rory who shouldn't hate Tuesdays, Samuel who shouldn't go around telling people his girlfriend hasn't been feeling well the past couple of mornings, Jaye who doesn't even live on that floor, and Parker in her pajamas. Stop being so damned sociable, will you?

On Shore Leave

MORE BLASTED HAIKU, good God, this time at Empire Records from Marty, Nadia, and Mister Giles. And at the park as well, from Nadia and Kiki. And at All and Sundries too, this time from Edmund and, because I know you're not surprised, Nadia. Also at All and Sundries, Angela came in with quite the shopping list, Pippi was in search of lumber, and Doctor Grissom made a rather nauseating special order. In bulk.

At Aereopagitica, Mister Giles and Professor Calendar arranged for a date, and the lovely Miss Parker came looking for books. Boone and Allie had an evening on the town of a slightly more colorful variety, encountering Jay and Silent Bob outside the Kwik Stop -- where else? -- before dining at Luke's.

At Sparky Repairs, Agatha was reading, while Jarod received a phone call at the Fourth Sin. At the Mauvaise Chance Apartments, and there's an ill-omened name for a building if I ever heard one, Orlin was tinkering away at Professor Camulus's place.

And folks, that appears to be all the news in our fair town for the night. I'm off in search of my bed as it's too late to go in search of anything more exciting at this hour. So yo ho, yo ho, this is Acting Pirate Kennedy departing the airwaves with all sail set, wishing you all a, er . . . jolly massacre or some such, and good night.
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Hello and good evening to you, Fandom, on a very quiet Spring Break night here in our fair town. This is Acting Pirate Archie Kennedy, sober this week, thank you very much, and though you can't see me at the moment I am balancing an empty soda can on my head in lieu of wearing a hat. I'm practicing, you see. For what? Ask Cadet Carson. I trust all my fellow students who have remained over the break are enjoying the time off. For that matter, I trust everyone, in England and other parts unknown, is having a good time.

No schooling this week -- aren't we all lucky? And so we can move straight on to . . .

In the (Undermanned, This Week) Crew Berths

Not one to let such trivial matters as school holidays deter her, Janet spent the morning studying until Veronica dropped by. Actually, for all I know she could have continued studying the entire time, focused as she can be. Personally, I'm going to avoid books as much as possible this week. Studying of a different sort went on in the gym this morning, where Aeryn joined Cameron in some pugilistic pursuits; Peter Parker packed pensively, and now I've run out of clever alliteration, which is fortunate for you all.

Isabel was also rather studious tonight until Peter came by to visit. I . . . er. *sound of a sheaf of notes being flipped through rapidly* Belthazor was admonished by kittens to take care of Phoebe. Only in Fandom, ladies and gentlemen.

Anders was knocking on Alphonse's door at probably an ungodly early hour looking for help of some kind, and incidentally his girlfriend has given me permission to give him a black eye. I thought you all should know that. I was talking to Cally on the roof this afternoon while she worked on that flying contraption of hers. It was a very nice conversation. She invited me to watch a movie with her tomorrow.

In the second floor common room, meanwhile, Molly and Cameron were attempting to persuade Aeryn to dress up as a mutant lizard. No, I'm not even going to pretend I know what this means.

Alanna has returned to campus, Menagerie-Man Crichton was in his room, and really that's all the news from campus, except that Molly and Cameron were spotted heading into campus rather late in the evening. Curious, yet inconclusive.

Despatches from Sickbay

The town clinic was certainly busy today, with Angel still doing poorly. Molly and Cameron, Logan, John Crichton the Menagerie Man, Alfred, Janet, and Veronica all came to visit him during the day.

Meanwhile, on Doctor Lambert's evening shift, Angel had more visits, this time from Lana and Callisto. Agatha and Janet, who spends so much time in the clinic one would almost think she belongs there, also came by, though not to see Angel this time.

On Shore Leave

Welcome back to town, Baron! I see Alfred was on hand to greet you on your return. Jay and Silent Bob also resurfaced outside the Kwik Stop, though sadly ungreeted.

All and Sundries was open today. At Aereopagitica -- there, I said it! Ha! -- Agatha stopped in to thank Mister Giles for his recommendations, which caused her to be somewhat remiss in opening her own shop. Janet also stopped in and discussed Angel's situation with our redoubtable bookshop proprietor.

Kiki spent some time in the park, which is something I always mean to do and never get around to doing, and fed the ducks with Orlin; Tonks paid her a visit as well. Meanwhile, at Empire Records, Orlin was looking for "screaming music," and I quote. Now, by screaming music, does that mean excessively rage-filled vocalists, or music that causes one to scream, or music to cover up screaming, or . . . well, let's just leave that question unanswered. Please. I'm assuming the conversation about the Violent Femmes that was had between Lucas and Professor Cregg was unrelated to this screaming thing. I assume this for my own sanity, and perhaps yours as well. Assuming any of us have any sanity left.

*rustling paper as a page is turned over* Ah. Seems Professor Cregg doesn't know what "screaming music" is either. I feel better. *muttered* Anonymous sources, if you write notes like this on purpose to confuse me, I will find you out, I swear.

The lovely Veronica Mars, who bakes excellent cookies, I should say, opened Caritas tonight. Weevil, who does not in any way resemble a small parasitic insect that preys on bread at sea despite the obvious name connection, was there to see her. I myself was also there.

And that, fair citizens of Fandom, is all the news we have for you tonight. If my friends on the England trip (hello, Rory!) can hear this, have fun for me, you hear? And those of you who are still in town may want to consider taking the day trip to Baltimore this coming Thursday. There are ships! I know I'll certainly be there.

So on that nautical note, I depart the airwaves for the night with all sail set. This is Acting Pirate Kennedy bidding you all a fair wind and clear skies, or a jug of rum and a buxom wench or two if that's more your style, and good night. Arr.

Oh my God, I can't believe I just said that . . .
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Hello and good evening, Fandom, on this, the last day of the shortest month of the year, to which I can only say "Thank God," as it's certainly not been a good month for many of us. Myself included. I choose to follow Parker's illustrious example and blame the greeting card industry. This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy, and to hell with Royal Navy Radio tonight -- this is Fandom's very own Pirate Radio, and Barbossa, this tot of rum is for you. I've had enough by now to subject you all to a tale of my own woes if I don't get to the point, so let's leap right into . . .


Today in Advanced Criminal Justice, we discussed incompetence, leniency, and fish. No, I'm not making that up. Yes, in conjunction. Speaking of conjunctions, there were languages midterms for Classics and Foreign Literature, while Professor Chaucer's last poetry class learned about Emily Dickinson and watched a film about a society of dead poets, which would have sounded macabre and impossible to me before I came to this school. Now, it actually makes sense out of context. The Chemistry class's discussion of their upcoming body farm trip, on the other hand, still makes no sense and sounds macabre.

Campaigning was handled by Angel today, and discussed event planning. Whether or not the arranged guest speaker for Thursday's class was an event planned in the manner discussed in class will remain to be seen. There were no guest speakers in Speech classes today, where the non-praiseworthy was praised and the subject of reciprocity was raised.

. . . no, I'm not in Poetry class. Had I been, I would have known better than to say that.

Introduction to Anthropology commenced with a unit about Egypt. Business Law and HR Management took midterm exams, and midterm reviewing was the order of business in Advanced Journalism. Unless you were John-the-human-menagerie-Crichton, who seems to have a nautical bent of sorts, as today he was a seahorse. I say, John, if you ever meet an evil pilot fish, do let me know? Sociology of Sex Cultures commenced work on their midterm projects, about which I have no details so you can come to your own conclusions about that.

Western Civilisation discussed more about the Roman Empire, and to my sorrow I have discovered no evidence of yet that the emperor was ever a small dog. History of Medieval England discussed Simon de Montfort and the beginnings of representative government, and I'm sure some of you have eyes glazing over right now at those multisyllabic words. A word of advice for those of you so afflicted: you may want to steer clear of the upcoming play. Or at least plug your ears. No offense to most of you. I'm really only addressing one person here.

Studio Art had a midterm as well today, but History of Art did not fare so well and was subjected to more demented nun videos. Finally on the academic front, General Physical Conditioning played, er, Frisbee for clothing.

The library was surprisingly quiet today, or as quiet as the library ever gets. Unless you were Zero, whose nap was interrupted in a sticky sort of way, though an entirely different kind of sticky from the manual sort which was Janet's predicament, as she discussed with Angela. Rory was tired, a situation I'm sure many of us shared, and Parker was talking about powers. What sort of powers? I have no idea.

Happenings in the Wardroom and the Chain of Command

Not much activity in the mess hall today, unless you were Vala and . . . oh. Cameron. Yes. Well. Moving on.

At Professor Chaucer's last office hours, he was visited by Angela, Kiki, and Phoebe. Is that all? Honestly, people. Professor Cregg was sadly unvisited, as was Dean Zordon, but as his pastimes seem to be a touch disturbing, I can't say I blame anyone for avoiding him.

And there has been a changing of the guard, my fellow Fandom residents: Acting Principal Finn is stepping down, and the lovely and capable Dean Washburn has been promoted to take his place. My most hearty congratulations to you, Principal Washburn! Of course, no sooner did she settle into her new office than she was visited by D'Anna Biers.

Phoebe opened the TA lounge today, and was cute with Cole, as my notes say. And just to be alliterative, Blair was bouncy with Bel, who was later talking about switching sides with Parker and Faithful, while Paige "emoed" at Phoebe, as my notes say. Look, I'll not bother to translate that into something that makes sense to me. There was discussion of dreams between Bel and Phoebe, plotting of paisley revenge -- all right, so I couldn't come up with a p-word for revenge -- between Phoebe and Kiki.

In the Crew Berths and Sickbay (Because Sometimes I Can't Tell The Difference, With You Lot)

sent out an email to the I-Club, whatever that is.

*rustling papers* Oh, dear God. Bear with me, folks, my notes here are rather chaotic. Good Lord, who wrote these? They're frightening. So any context that I may be missing is entirely not my fault.

Let's see here: Rory got a phone call in the wee sma's, which I hope turned out better for her than the one phone call I've ever made in my life. Also at an obscenely early hour, Kawalsky and -- *sighs* -- Cameron discussed the robots from yesterday's Shop class, Phoebe and Bel woke up together, and Veronica was contemplative. Also contemplative, perhaps, was Nadia. Which is somewhat to be expected after one has a strange dream, really.

On the correspondence front, Xander, Crichton in his pre-seahorse form, and Blair sent email, as did . . . *grumbles* Jaye, who also made phone calls. I am never making a phone call again, myself. Ever.

Parker was talking to Sam. Maia was talking to her fish, in which case I hope Victor is kind enough to stay away from her room, as he was apparently turned into a cat by Paige, and later wandering about looking for Walter.

And because I can never avoid this sort of thing, Cally and Anders were -- I can't quite read this -- sex in stirrups? *furious paper rustling* Dear God in Heaven, what?

Oh. *coughs* Watching television. Yes. Very funny, anonymous source. You'll be paying for my next cask of rum when I find out who you are.

Professor Cregg received presents of the literary and botanical kinds, Lana and Maia worked out in the gym which was oddly unfrequented by the rest of you insane exercise-crazed people today, and several survivors of yesterday's Shop class compared war wounds on the third floor: Pippi, Walter, Victor, and Nadia, to be specific. Logan Echolls avoided the Shop chaos, but seemed to have some chaos of his own in the form of being a magnet for clumsy people today. Which could or could not be literal, like Bridge's animal magnetism. I imagine with people it would be much more unwieldy, though.

In the school clinic, Marty visited Doctor Pevensie. At the town clinic, Nadia met Bel's doppelganger, Doctor Troy, Alanna met Doctor Lambert, and Agatha had her unusual pigmentation problem checked on.

On Shore Leave

I have no idea why Paul Anka, whoever he is, is such a bad thing, but it seems his music didn't make such a wonderful impression at Empire Records today. Orlin helped take care of that little problem though, and later Angela dropped by to visit Marty.

*papers rustling* Good Lord. Orlin certainly is everywhere, isn't he? At the Perk (where Professor Chaucer and Kiki were having lunch today, and Phoebe visited Professor Cregg), bumping into Logan . . . at Sparky Repairs with Agatha . . . at All and Sundries looking for paint . . . I'm tired just thinking about it.

Cafe Fina and Caritas were quiet today. Not so much was the Fourth Sin, where Jarod got a phone call.

And -- ladies and gentlemen, Aeryn Sun has returned to town! She received medical assistance from Zhaan at Sanctity, which may or may not have anything to do with Serenity Cove being closed off by the troopers. I'm not sure, ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry. She was, however, outside the dorms with John tonight, so obviously he's no longer a seahorse. Which is, perhaps, fortunate for the both of them.

I'm pleased to be ending tonight's broadcast on a happy note. Because some of us have to have one, and please God, it had better not involve stirrups. Oh, my God. I need more rum now. And so, my dear fellow citizens of Fandom, this is Archie Kennedy signing off, wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies, and a good night.

Even if you have to drink certain horrifying images out of your mind, as I'm going to do now.
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Hello and good evening to you, on this cool but pleasant evening in Fandom! This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy, which means that today is Tuesday, which in turn means that tonight in the Crow's Nest II, it's time for Royal Navy Radio. Remember, this is only on Tuesdays. All other nights of the week remain appropriately piratical.

Something I read this week leads me to believe that if I blather on too long, nobody will remember any of the things I actually report. Something about how it's seventy percent how you look, twenty percent how you sound, and only ten percent what you say? That doesn't leave me much to work with, so I'll not waste your time with too much pointless chatter. Of course, this may not work either, but in the name of the grand experiment, let's try it, shall we?


Advanced Criminal Justice talked about Justice in Fandom, and how it works; we may not have actually reached a consensus on whether it actually works. It may be gainfully unemployed. I'm not entirely sure. Professors Chaucer and Dream switched classes today, with the former teaching about Dante in Classics and Foreign Literature, and the latter discussing the works of Edgar Allan Poe in Poetry. Rather a hellish theme for the day, but I could be wrong.

Introduction to Archaeology perused academic journals, Studio Art discussed the kind of balance that won't help you when you're running along a yardarm, and History of Art had a midterm exam.

Molarity, which I assume has nothing to do with teeth, was discussed in Chemistry today, Speech discussed aspects of power, which I assume is not in the electrical sense, and Political Campaigning discussed polling, which I'm not going to assume is a word related to "political," even though it could be. Further in concepts I don't understand, Business Law and HR Management respectively studied torts and professional development. Speaking of development, there was much pucking around in General Physical Conditioning, with floor hockey being the order of business.

Professor Camulus appears to be absent, as Phoebe stepped in to lead today's Arthurian Traditions class in a discussion of the Knights of the Round Table. One of whom apparently looks just like my best friend from back home, who, I feel the need to say, is not the same person as Hamlet's best friend from back home. At least, as far as we can tell. Jumping a little further ahead in history, History of Medieval England learned about the Magna Carta, while Western Civilisation studied the Roman Empire. Tomorrow, in discussion section, I'm going to ask Professor Pierson if Caesar was ever, at any point, a small yapper-type dog. He could have been John Crichton in disguise!

Speaking of John Crichton, our ambitious one-man menagerie, we have one more class to cover today: Advanced Journalism, where the biggest story of the day turned out to be that young master Crichton aspires to adorn the heads of as many students as possible, if Professor Skeeter's intuition proves correct. And he's well on his way to being quite a well-worn hat, an ambition with which both Rory and Xander were only too glad to help him.


Evidently it isn't just the ladies at this school who find hats incredibly alluring. Not so alluring, perhaps, was Callisto's mishap with her Quick-Quotes Quill, which she stopped to discuss with Professor Skeeter despite not actually being in the Advanced Journalism class.

In the TA lounge, Kiki made tea, and only Vala and John Connor stopped by to partake. For God's sake, people, it's tea. Appreciate it, damn you.

Food, at least, was appreciated in the mess hall, where Blair, Nadia, and Kiki were reading, but Edward and Vala both ate alone.

In that den of revelry, the Fandom High Library, Angela, er . . . *pause, rustling papers, muffled "ergh?" sound* Erm, it says here that she asked Parker if Jarod was brokenated. I'm just not asking. At all. The lovely Parker-who-is-not-Peter discussed the upcoming school play with Jack Harkness and also with Vala, and later discussed Angela's graphic novel with Zero. Angela? Just how graphic is this novel? Not terribly graphic, I'm assuming, as you were reading it openly. Either that, or standards around here are even more lax than I thought. Logan Echolls wanted to get into Special Collections. I say, Logan, wasn't that bunny incident enough? And finally, Rory and Angela speculated on the Librarian's whereabouts.

In the Officers' Quarters, and Happenings in the Chain of Command

That school play? Acting Principal Finn announced that casting was posted outside his office.

Kiki dropped by Professor Chaucer's office hours, Professor Cregg and the Doctor had rather quiet office hours, and Professor Gilmore-Danes had visits from Doctor Grissom and from her daughter. (Hello, Rory!)

Doctor Tommy Oliver -- and I don't know why I feel compelled to call him by his full name, but I think it may be the smart doctor glasses -- left a note for his housemates today before leaving town on what I can only assume was sudden and unexpected business.

We also had a report that Vice-Principal Pierce was visited by Logan and Pippi late yesterday.

And in the Teachers' Lounge, questions about the Washington, D.C. trip were asked by Professors Pierson and Cregg.

In the Crew Berths

Lyta and Bridge were watching news and discussing fashion in the third-floor common room this morning. A fashion tip for you, Cadet Carson: wearing your best friend's girlfriend's body is not exactly a style to be aspired to. But really, that was days ago. The fourth-floor common room played host to Blair, plants, and pot; Ivanova got dirty with him, and Molly came looking for him as well. Jaye was demanding entertainment in the damnably noisy second-floor common room -- oh all right, I was there too. Yes, it's bloody noisy. Yes, it irks me when I'm not in there. But I was there. And there was much talk of people's posteriors, and jokes about muffins. Among other things. And in the fifth-floor common room, Pippi and Nadia endeavoured to understand A Midsummer Night's Dream. Which, I'm given to understand, has nothing to do with our Languages professor. As far as I'm aware.

*rustles papers* Oh, for God's sake, why did Cally and Anders have to be nauseating in my first-floor lobby? That's it. I'm frequenting the sixth-floor common room from now on. This is unconscionable.

The East Attic was busy today. In perfectly innocent ways, thank you, at least as far as my notes indicate. Nadia visited Veronica (who, I have to say, is a lovely girl despite all the scurrilous rumours people like to perpetuate about her) to talk about her trip to Washington, D.C.; Janet also visited Veronica with plans of some kind for Professor Skeeter. Piper and Phoebe later joined the lovely Miss Mars to talk about the new doctor in town, whose presence now qualifies Belthazor for membership in the Doppelganger Club, which isn't official but should be. Evidently Veronica had interviewed "Doctor Not-Bel,", as my notes call him, earlier in the day. Parker stopped by the East Attic as well.

Janet was studious, Blair was meditative, Vala returned from her weekend away, and Angel and Callisto were apparently a good medium for pen and ink. Victor received gifts from Walter as well as an update on the Washington trip, and Xander received his Jake-stolen clothes back from Krycek.

There was fraternal bonding between Cameron and Angel, letter-writing for Sam, letter-receiving for Ivanova, drawing for Alphonse, and pet-feeding and quiet time for Maia.

On Shore Leave

Plenty of activity at the book shop today? I, er, can't pronounce the name, but it looks lovely. Agatha was in, looking for a dictionary, Artie posed and looked for books, Jarod came by, and Nadia and Pippi came by for play help. Mister Giles also had a discussion about England with Alfred. I'm sorry I missed it.

Lilah was in today at Wolfram and Hart, Pippi and Marty discussed the D.C. trip at Empire Records, and Orlin stopped by Sparky Repairs to tell Agatha he was leaving town for a few days. This did not go over terribly well with Agatha. Honestly, Orlin, are you surprised?

At All and Sundries, Edmund helped my Driver's Ed classmate Ivanova find coffee, and Blair was on a pot search. Pippi danced with Jay and Silent Bob. I'm not sure what this signifies exactly but I'm sure I'd have liked to see it. My sources seemed to find it incredibly entertaining. Jarod was emailing over at the brothel where my not-girlfriend paid money to slap Cameron's arse.

Tonight at Caritas, Veronica had a strange day. Apparently that was even before she got to work. John and Veronica both sang, but not together, Lucas was at the bar, and Agatha complained about, and I quote, "guys and stupidity."

And finally, Blood Gulch Arms, where our lovely and deadly mayor is proprietor, was open today. Thus ends today's log of activity, and so also ends my watch here at the Crow's Nest II for the night. And so, Fandom, this is Archie Kennedy signing off, wishing you all fair wind and clear skies, and a very good night indeed.

Oh, and stay away from that couch in the first floor lobby.
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Hello and good evening to you, Fandom, on a very red-and-pink, very festive Valentine's Day! This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy on Fandom's very own -- and remember, this is Tuesday -- Royal Navy Radio, coming to you from the Crow's Nest II with today's log of activity. And what an active day it was. Actually, if I can trust my ears, what I heard on my way up here would indicate that it's still an active night. Yes, second floor, I'm addressing you. My God, I need a shower. And a change of subject, now, please God. So we move on to . . .


Advanced Criminal Justice today studied cases from the files of one Frank Drebin whose rank I won't even begin to repeat because I can't help feeling that it's a farce somehow. To the best of my knowledge we never did reach a consensus on whether or not it made sense. Warrior women and their ways of gaining power were the subject of today's Arthurian Traditions class, and -- good lord, Phoebe, that was you? I'll be damned. Poetry discussed Pope's The Dunciad. Yes, that does mean what you think it does, most likely, and no, a certain classmate of mine who shall not be named was not the guest speaker. Introduction to Archaeology watched a film on archaeological methods and, in that same vein, talked about the role of the media in relation to that particular study. I could make a joke here about how it must have been a dirty film given the subject matter, but I won't -- except apparently I just did.

There was talking in Speech class! Well, I would hope there was. 201 discussed emotion as a marketable commodity and 301 dealt with the way people communicate with those they love.

Yes, this is a theme for the day. As is evidenced by Doctor Grissom's Sociology of Sex Cultures class and its publicly-staged display of various types of nuptial ceremonies. *slight chuckle, then a flurry of rustling papers, followed by snickering* Oh, today is one of those days when I love reporting what happened in classes. Cally and Pip had an Indian wedding, a very nervous Alanna represented the 'traditional white wedding,' Bel and Allie a Japanese wedding with Alanna and Doctor Grissom playing the roles of Bel's parents, and Cally and Anders playing Allie's parents. *pause* Oh dear God. That mental image. I just . . . dear God. I have no details on the logistics of this exactly, but Paige, Phoebe, and Shep's Renaissance-themed wedding was performed by the former, and my notes tell me Phoebe "freaked out" a bit. Hurrah for verisimilitude! It's my understanding that nerves are common at weddings. Just ask my friend Horatio -- actually, I wouldn't recommend you do that. The Polish wedding ceremony fell to Izzie and Anders to do, and I'm sure at least one of them was sorely regretting the lack of real alcohol. Finally, Sawyer and Han, with the help of Lana, staged a Viking wedding. HR Management was in attendance, though Business Law was not quite so lucky, and watched Judge Judy.

Speaking of the Renaissance, History of Art discussed artists of that period, and Studio Art talked about proportion in paintings. Gardening talked about pollen, which has nothing in common with the previous subject except for the alliterative value of the subject matter. Also completely unrelated was General Physical Conditioning's basketball game.

I mentioned that it was festive and pink about town today. Professor Skeeter's classroom was no exception, although given that her Advanced Journalism students were handing in obituaries, I can't help wondering if the mood was dampened somewhat. God knows John Crichton, whose ambition of becoming the entire menagerie shows no signs of faltering, must have had his mood dampened. Evidently appearing in class wearing cardboard armor and bearing false tales of knighthood were sufficient to get him turned into a small dog today. Or perhaps it was the false British accent, because that worked so very well last time, didn't it, John? But yes, a small dog. Because small dogs are Roman leaders, apparently. Tell me, John, are you happy with your wash?

*pause* I'm so sorry, ladies and gentlemen. I don't know where that came from. He was a dog. I don't know.

In less interesting class news, Political Campaigning discussed opposition research, History of Medieval England talked about infighting in the Royal Family -- which is actually quite interesting, I imagine, and Western Civilisation learned about the founding of Rome. Someone remind me to ask Professor Pierson tomorrow if a small dog bearing a resemblance to John Crichton factored into Roman history anywhere. I must know now.

Bel was working on his sociology project today in the TA lounge. In that haven of learning and revelry known as the Fandom High Library, Kiki was looking for books on magic, Blair's attempts to bribe Angela with candy sadly do not achieve the desired result of a date, Angela and Parker discussed today's holiday, and Marty and Angela were, I quote, "cute". Oh, and evidently Rory's dog Vladdie has an imaginary friend named Steve. I refuse to ask.

Happenings in the Chain of Command

Dean Zordon passed the word for Aeryn Sun to see him in his office, or whatever the bloody hell pretentious name he has for it. Meanwhile, in Acting Principal Finn's office, Walter, Nadia, and Pip were up to something. Again. Couldn't you have done this yesterday and gotten detention for it? My precious speech is languishing. Speaking of warrior women, Dean Washburn was also in her office, though sadly unvisited.

Professor Chaucer spent his office hours restfully, it seems, though Professor Cregg and Professor Pierson were visited, respectively, by Jack and by Vala and Lana.

A nice Valentine's Day breakfast was enjoyed by Doctor Grissom and Professor Sidle. I'm given to understand that there was the gift of a puppy, as well as other, less innocuous, happenings. Professor Jackson sent an email to his anthropology students, and Professor Gilmore-Danes's office hours were visited by her daughter. Hello, Rory!

And because food is a necessary thing, there was activity in the mess hall. This is not surprising, honestly. Pippi, Walter, and Victor were there, talking about Jack Harkness's party last night. Did he kiss any of you? He's quite good at it. Edward sadly ate alone, which was not the case for Cally and Anders, who shared a plate of spaghetti. Oh, God. I think I'm going to be ill.

In the Crew Berths

For those of you who needed last-minute presents, Walter put up posters for All and Sundries in the halls.

It was a veritable floral explosion in the dorms today, with Maia, Lily, Han, Walter, Xander, Peter, Alanna, Kara, Angela, Janet, Parker, Zero, Rory, and Marty all receiving deliveries. Later on, there were even more flowers and gifts for Lana, Maia, Shep, and Jenny Calendar. Sam Carter had pastries for Aeryn, Elizabeth, Janet, and Marty, Phoebe received chocolate truffles from that fellow she may or may not be dating, and Sakura got a giant teddy bear.

In other holiday-inspired fits of generosity, Callisto got a present from Angel, Logan and Veronica exchanged presents as well, and -- er, I'm not sure if this counts, but Krycek was the recipient of some vengeance from Jake. For what, I'm not sure exactly. Veronica was the recipient of a phone call from Weevil. *pause* Ladies and gentlemen, that phrase still sounds bizarre to me. And evidently Ivanova's idea of a Valentine's present was taking drugs? That's a custom I'm not familiar with.

John and Aeryn spent time together that was evidently broodier than usual. My short-haired double, Lee, is apparently back, and spent time with Kara. Pippi celebrated the day with some spirited trumpet playing, Xander brooded as did the other lovely Miss Chase, Cordelia, Victor and Walter were "schmoopy", and I can't believe how insidiously that word has worked its way into my vocabulary, Han helped Lana with business for the Sociology wedding project, and later Lana and Shep were "oh-em-gee-dirty". Paige was introspective. Phoebe was "emo." And again I lament the decline of my vocabulary.

The fifth floor common room was nice and quiet, with Pippi doing her homework, though later in the evening Pip and Maia were watching movies there. The second floor common room, on the other hand -- you know, the one that damn well will not shut up -- had an Aaron Echolls film festival, and largely ignored Valentine's Day. Except for the lovely Parker, apparently, who felt the need to share the fact that she had sex on Thursday. Much appreciated, Miss Parker; some nights I can't pick out one set of moans from another. She also had a lively discussion with Sam Carter about evil relatives, homicide, and kidnapping. Speaking of Sam Carter . . . well, I have no idea what any of this means, but evidently earlier in the day, she played a game of Take Me To Your Leader with replicators in the common room as well.

Alphonse finished cleaning his room and was visited by Sakura; the two of them later joined Edward on the roof.

Finally in campus news, Marty and Stark dropped in at the school clinic.

On Shore Leave

In our fair town, things happened that I can't guarantee I can explain. As, for example, the Valentine's Day show that GOB had Constable Fraser -- hello, my hat comrade! -- and some fellows called the Gomez brothers put on for Becky outside the Fourth Sin. Parker also had a run-in with the Gomez brothers outside Jeff, the God of Biscuits. Cameron and Vala had the movie theater to themselves for a private Valentine's date that -- good lord, ended with them breaking up?

Wonka's Candy Shoppe was busy today, with Jarod, a funereally-garbed Chloe, Blair who learned a thing or two about the cost of this holiday, Orlin, Anakin, and Molly who was asked out for hot chocolate by Blair all making appearances.

Chloe was pelting people at the Perk with candy. Her victims included Molly and Blair, Jake and Krycek, and Marty.

More presents in the offing -- for Phoebe and Tonks in the morning, and for Artie, Becky, and Phoebe in the afternoon. Orlin made dinner for Agatha. Miho had quite the haul of presents: letters, packages, rollerblades and pies, according to my notes. The beautiful and dangerous Mayor Tex had a different idea of presents advertised outside Blood Gulch Arms today, as well.

Belthazor showed up outside the Arms Hotel to pick up Phoebe for their date. *mad crackle of shuffling papers* This is not helping me determine whether or not they are actually together again or not. Kiki was also at the Arms, looking to speak with Crowley, it seems.

Oh, and let's not forget Caritas, where it's almost always busy. Veronica and Chloe had a chat which was mysteriously cut short when Weevil came by and Veronica conveniently disappeared. *pause* No, not literally. I know it happens here, which is why I'd like to stress that point. Veronica also had a chat with Paige, who in turn had a drink with Jay-who-I'm-not-not-dating and Silent Bob.

Orlin, who gets around quite a bit, was at Empire Records and also at All and Sundries today. Sparky Repairs was open for business, and Jay -- not the one I'm not-dating -- and Silent Bob were harrassing Paige, which . . . I don't think that's terribly nice. But I wasn't there.

Nor was I there for Walter and Victor's date at Cafe Fina after closing, or Tommy Gavin's interviews with Doctors Troy and Lambert at the town clinic. Actually, I wasn't there for the majority of the things I've reported here tonight, but really, I have wonderful sources.

And thus ends my watch for tonight. This is Archie Kennedy signing off, and wishing all of you a fair wind and clear skies, and a very good night indeed. Oh, and those vocally-inclined active denizens on the second floor, please keep your enthusiasm to a level that will bloody well let me sleep tonight? I'll thank you kindly for that.
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Hello and good evening, Fandom! This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy, tonight with my hat, and very pleased to inform you that there will be no singing during tonight's broadcast. But at this rate, I'm going to be dreading the weekend, and that can't be good, can it? Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. Archie Kennedy here in the Crow's Nest II, bringing you the log of today's activity here in our fair and quirky town on what, for the purposes of Tuesday night and Tuesday night only, will be known as Royal Navy Radio. All due respect, Barbossa, it's just -- appearances, you understand?

Not to waste time, let's launch directly into . . .


Today in Advanced Criminal Justice, where it is only pure coincidence that most of last week's "study group" are on the roster, we were subjected to a lecture on vigilantism -- and yes, Mister Echolls, I heard that. I'd be more than happy to elaborate further on that point if you care to know. Yes, that's what I thought. Ha. I'm still not sure why Marty Blank was talking to himself in class, but if any of the ACJ students are seen doing so tomorrow, you may want to stay away. It may be communicable: Professor the Tick started doing it as well.

Japanese haiku were the topic of today's Creative Writing class. I don't know what they are, but I'm sure they were . . . er, creative. Kiki and Phoebe have not quite recovered from Saturday's musical endeavours, as their conversation in class may attest. My sympathies, ladies; neither have I. Professor Chaucer, I hope you're feeling better soon; my well-wishes as well to Professor Gilmore-Danes, whose Business Law and HR Management courses were again in the hands of her capable aide, Piper Halliwell, today.

In Classics/Foreign Literature, the former discussed the poetry of Hesiod's Theogony and the latter The Overcoat by Nikolai Gogol. Chemistry class studied mathematics today, a concept I can, for once, understand. Speech 201 and 301 met, and while the 201 class worked on arguments, 301 discussed trust issues. It's a good thing you didn't get guest speakers for that subject, Professor Cregg; you'd have at least half the population of this school to choose from, I think.

And talk of obituaries -- oh, that's cheerful -- er. *rustles papers* All right . . . who the bloody hell is this Lord Nigel Van Susteren who showed up in Advanced Journalism today? Oh dear God. John Crichton, was that you asking Professor Skeeter about her children and pretending to reminisce about England? For God's sake, man, you could have asked me if you wanted to maintain some semblance of realism. It's your own fault you were turned into a miniature elephant. Look, John, I've known people with ambitions of owning their own menagerie someday. I've never met anyone who wanted to be the entire menagerie himself before, but then you are certainly a unique individual.

Sociology of Sex Cultures watched some film called "Married in America" today, and I can't be sure from these notes whether that encouraged or deterred the students in the class from pursuing nuptial bliss in future. Well, time will tell, I suppose. Or possibly not. I continue to be perplexed as to the significance of Montana to Political Campaigning, but numbers about said place were the topic at hand there today. Speaking of numbers, the amount of reading material we Western Civilisation students are drowning in is formidable indeed, and the fact that we had to have an extra study session to go with the review in today's class should tell you all you need to know about that. A review session was also the order of business in History of Medieval England.

General Physical Conditioning did . . . er . . . tumbling today. I understand this involved mats. I will not be thinking further on this subject. You know, last I checked this wasn't a clerical school, but both Studio Art and History of Art took the unusual tack of employing demented nuns to do the teaching, and on a hopefully slightly less demented note, Arthurian Traditions learned about the Holy Grail.

During his office hours, Professor Chaucer was visited by Phoebe, Kiki, Belthazor, Paige and Professor Cregg, the latter of which also held office hours. The Doctor also held office hours, which apparently had something to do with diamonds and someone named Lucy. Notably, the Principal, the Vice-Principal, and both Deans did not hold office hours today. I wonder about them, sometimes.

Professor Logan's miniature giraffe Earl has deserted, and he is understandably sad about that. Best of luck in your search for him, Professor Logan! Hopefully he wasn't wrapped in a tarp and thrown into a lake by two women named Mary Ann and Wanda.

In the TA lounge, Krycek did crossword puzzles, and ate lunch with Angela in there, while John and Isabel discussed the tuxedo that helped turn Mister Crichton into a miniature elephant. The faculty lounge had chocolate croissants and some other, less unhealthy foodstuffs, and Professor Calendar called Professor Pierson a hick. I will not be looking up that word later, just for the record.

The library, opened as it is on Tuesdays by the lovely Angela Chase, was busy today. When isn't the library busy? At Fandom High, everyone says, "Come down to the library, we'll have a wild time, shall we?" Zero, who was in a bad mood, had queries about idiocy, and her mood was discussed by Angela and Parker, whose mood today was as lovely as she is. I'm not entirely sure why Marty had relationship advice for Belthazor, but there you have it, and he -- er, Marty, that is -- also had a conversation that my notes call "surprisingly friendly." Er, why is that so surprising? Clearly I should get out more. And finally in library news, Rory hates Tuesdays.

A pre-elephantized John Crichton was seen in the mess hall today, as were Broots and Pippi. Also present were Victor and Walter, who later joined Edward and Anders for food and conversation. Victor, Walter, and Edward, my condolences. Really.

Finally, Cameron Mitchell dropped in to see Doctor Pevensie in the clinic. And yet again none of you got detention today. My fellow students, why do you never face the music on Tuesdays? Curse you, Fate! I am thwarted again!

In the Crew Berths

For those of you with families back home, it's a good idea to write them once in a while. Today we had two fine examples: Xander wrote a heavily-edited email to his friend Willow, and Janet also engaged in some correspondence. Sakura attempted to do the same, but then Edward stopped by to see her. Anakin also wrote home and was shortly thereafter berated soundly by Molly.

Further on the correspondence front, Belthazor sent an email to the School Beautification Committee. And now I know that I have something in my email. If I can just remember how to check it.

In news of things not to write home about -- dear God, Angel and Callisto discussed "pretty threesomes," or so my sources say. Angel and a pre-elephantized John were sleepy, but despite Angel's best attempts at sleeping through Campaigning class, Marty rousted him from bed and made him go. Good man. Marty was also later seen talking to Bridge in the hallway. Oh, and apparently Parker and Janet were plotting evil, which could or could not be metaphorical, of course. Evidently this took the form of tossing Marty's clothes off the roof, nearly victimizing Xander in the process.

*pause* Well, at least it wasn't those cream-filled alien pastries this time.

Speaking of metaphorical, Anakin fixed Cameron's thingy, and was rewarded with a lesson about Valentine's Day. *rustles papers more* Oh. Gun thingy, I beg your pardon. Not that this clears things up much, I imagine.

In news of the ailing, Phoebe was in pain, apparently of both the physical and mental variety; she and Kiki commiserated over this. Sawyer was drunk, thankfully not in public. Walter was -- or perhaps was not -- ill, and if ennui can be appreciably counted as an illness, then Isabel was suffering as well. Up in room 326, Lyta was exhausted, but still fared somewhat better than her practically unconscious roommate.

People got sweaty in the gym, like you do. My God, when they say things happen in threes, I'm not entirely sure all this talk of threesomes is what they mean -- Cameron and Aeryn, yes, I'm addressing you. Luckily, at least I know now that the "study group activities" that Cameron discussed with Sam are not of the same ilk, unless that particular euphemism has already been appropriated for more prurient usage.

The third floor invited everyone to celebrate diversity with an International Food Fest; Parker who is not Peter got flowers.

And that damned noisy second floor common room was at it again. Tonight Cally was watching The Great Escape and recreating it in Lego. I tried to do some research on this film, but all I know is that it stars some American guy dropped into British films to make them sell. Angela and Peter dropped in. But in between Callisto and Cally comparing boyfriends, Cameron and Vala being, and I quote, "schmoopy," and -- oh, that's funny, Anders showing up when Cally revealed that she prefers her girlfriends with leashes, it's probably best if you weren't there.

I feel like I need a good bath now. Preferably naked under the deck pump, in plain sight of the entire ship.

To end this section on a happier note, Pippi dropped in on Pip, who was playing guitar.

On Shore Leave

In our fair and unusual town, Cafe Fina was open for business, and the Baron stopped in for lunch. One of these days, hopefully soon, I'll make a stop there. Jaye, when are you free? The Baron and Orlin both stopped in at Wonka's shop as well.

At Caritas, possibly the only place in town busier than the library, newcomer Natalie Lambert got quite the introduction to Fandom, before meeting with Zhaan in the park later in the night. Bel sang to get Phoebe back -- Phoebe, who was at the bar and got flowers. Evidence on whether these two events were related is entirely inconclusive. Orlin, at least, had a good day to celebrate in that esteemed establishment. The lovely Parker stopped in for her usual, and in the category of "not yet usual but may soon be," three of the clone troopers stopped in as well. They sang. As did Lorne. But not together.

*pause, mad flurry of paper rustling* Wait. Is this a bad joke? I'm not sure.

Speaking of Orlin's good day, apparently it started with a visit to Agatha, and continued by welcoming a Mister Giles to town. Zero also met Giles en route to Jeff, the God of Biscuits, and Cordelia met him as well. Apparently this was not their first meeting? Toss a coin, folks -- it could have gone either well or badly, and in this town the odds are even. The two of them later encountered Crowley and Kiki. Again, flip a coin. I wouldn't recommend a gold one. They hurt like the devil if they hit your knuckles.

Pip paid a visit to our lithe and deadly mayor at Blood Gulch Arms, while Professor Cregg got music recommendations from Lucas today at Empire Records. Myself, I'd like recommendations on how to figure out how to work the gadgets to play the damned music in the first place. Yes, I know I'm talking to you over the radio right now, but what do I know about how it works? I just talk into this microphone.

Tonight, though, I have nothing further to say into said microphone. Which is really lucky for all of you. My watch is over now, so this is Archie Kennedy signing off, wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies, and a good night.
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Hello and good evening, Fandom, on this much less tumultuous night than the last time I was here in front of this microphone thing. As a matter of fact, it's a rather quiet evening, but that's a moot point anyway since I didn't have to venture out to the Crow's Nest anyhow, isn't it? Yes, thank you very much, snow monsters. *muttered* For disappearing before I could settle my score with you, among other things. This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy, nautical antithesis to our intrepid pirate, bringing you today's log of Fandom-related activity.

*pause* The hat stayed home today, by the way. On the off chance that any of you were wondering. Not that you can see it.

And now, without further ado, today's news.


Advanced Criminal Justice today was an exercise in adjusting Karma through, er, "wacky" things done in the name of Justice. Initially I had the impression that Karma was much like my mother. After today's class I'm being forced to reconsider that, as I can't imagine my mother allowing herself to be adjusted. *pause* Oh, dear God. I'd like to forget I said that, thank you very much. In the newly combined Classics and Foreign Literature class session, Greek mythology and Norse sagas were the respective topics of the day. Quite the epic undertaking for you students in those classes, isn't it? Speaking of the Greeks, their ancient culture and life were the topic of today's Western Civilisation class. Once again I stayed awake, thank you.

Arthurian Traditions, which continues to be the class I find most perturbing despite my lack of enrollment in it, discussed Sir Thomas Malory's Le Morte D'Arthur, and I'll thank you to not mock my French accent, all right? The elements of poetry were again the subject of Creative Writing. Solid fundamentals, Professor Chaucer, that's the spirit.

Seems we had a minor run of faculty absentia today. Professor Sidle was out and Chemistry was cancelled (thank God, one less confusing concept for me to have to report to you today -- no offence, Professor Sidle). Professor Cregg was also out, sick, but the students in her Speech 201 and 301 classes might not consider themselves to have fared as well, as the TAs were left in charge, thereby thwarting their hopes of getting out of an actual class session. Better luck next time, you lot. Because these things have to happen in threes, or so the saying goes, Doctor Grissom was also out and left Cally in charge of Sociology of Sex Cultures. My notes are blessedly free of details on what knowledge, exactly, she saw fit to impart to the students in that class.

Moving on before my horrified curiosity gets the better of me, Introduction to Archaeology learned about cleaning, analyzing, and interpreting the items one would find on a dig. No, that's not a euphemism, but if it was, it'd be quite the dirty one.

Oh! Dirty! I didn't even -- ha. Er. Ahem. Yes, moving on.

In History of Medieval England, the aftermath of the Battle of Hastings was discussed. By the way, even in my day people misunderstood the actual etymology of the phrase "Domesday Book." Just in case that's any consolation to any of you. Although I could just be saying that to make you feel better. Bias, a subject with which I am NOT AT ALL FAMILIAR, OH NO, was today's Advanced Journalism topic, and Ethics the topic in Campaigning. Business classes today watched videos.

History of Art talked about why, and I quote, "Roman art sucks." *pause* Does it really -- has someone been hiding all the truly interesting Roman art from me, then? Or, er, that's probably another one of those figure-of-speech things, isn't it? Damn your modern vernacular. Studio Art discussed Color Theory. I'm not entirely sure what sort of theory one can invest in color, unless we're talking about the cunning use of flags. Honestly, you'd be surprised. That's more complicated than it might seem at first.

Ah, yes, and General Physical Conditioning played floor hockey. All right, so now I've heard about ice hockey, street hockey, floor hockey, and tonsil hockey. I'm assuming they're all fairly similar. Anyone care to correct me if I'm wrong?

There wasn't much mess hall activity today, except for some "bonding" between John and Aeryn, and you can draw your own conclusions there. Also seen in the lunchroom today were Ivanova, as well as Pippi, Xander, and some fortune cookies.

I don't know what nachos are, but evidently they were in the Teachers' Lounge today.

In the library, opened once again today by the lovely Miss Angela Chase, there was reading of bad romance novels by Zero and Parker. Honestly, ladies, with all those books to choose from? Well, to each his own, I suppose. Belthazor, he of the School Beautification Committee, asked Angela out on a date while looking for books on Japanese paraphernalia. Evidently this led to Zero telling Angela she might need therapy for her, and again I quote, "bad-boy issues." The ever-effervescent Blair was also in the library, also talking to Angela about nonviolence and this past weekend, a combination that seems incongruous to me, but then again, I spent most of Saturday in a hypothermic state, so how would I know? And because the library, for all its studious purposes, is quite the social gathering, Jack Harkness the hell of a kisser was looking for Parker who is not Peter, and Anakin was passing notes with Rory.

Professor Chaucer's office hours went sadly unvisited, while the Doctor had visits from Sam Carter and Professor Methos. The bodiless Dean who hates me was playing something called Pac-Man in his office today.

Our . . . very interesting new substitute Principal, Dewey Finn, proved to be quite loquacious in today's school announcements. Somewhere in there was something about Floyd, the necessity of education, snow monsters, aliens, and a proclamation that he is our friend, not our foe. Let's all keep that in mind, shall we?

And yet again, no one received detention today, and my hopes of giving that speech are thwarted once more.

In the Crew Berths

The entire dorm seemed almost as quiet as the first floor usually does, today. I can't decide if that's a good thing. In the second floor common room, Edward was drawing snowmen and received visits from Sakura and Anders. Edward, my condolences on that latter bit. Lana was doing homework, as were Alphonse and Cameron. Being studious might be communicable, as Rory sent out an email to her study group, which later met in the library.

Convalescence seemed to be a theme today: Lee tended to a still-injured Kara, while Lana visited a very sick Han. Some folks' hearing might be in need of recovery, thanks to Jessica and Ivanova and their off-key singing. And to all the rest of you who are also recovering from this weekend in some form or other, get well soon. Except one of you. You know who you are. Introspectiveness was also an order of business for the day, if Aeryn, Nadia, and Buffy's behavior is any indication.

Perhaps Logan Echolls could have benefited from a little of that introspection. He might not have accidentally made use of the second floor girls' restroom this morning, otherwise. Honestly, Mister Echolls, it's usually a good idea to ascertain that you're using the right head before you plunge on in.

And on an entirely unrelated note, Walter and Victor spent the evening together.

On Shore Leave

The Cat Business Office was open today, though sadly with some damage from over the weekend. Angela met with Edward Scissorhands at the Perk, and later had quite the shopping expedition at All and Sundries with Rory, Isabel, Cordelia, John and Xander.

Down at the Fourth Sin, Callisto stopped by in search of a ninja, whatever that is, and Quark made a delivery. Speaking of Quark, apparently as of late last night he acquired a new hanger-on and employee by the name of GIR. Er. There must be an odd-name bonding thing going on here. Or it could be coincidence, though in this town I tend to chalk very little up to coincidence.

There's a new record store in town that seems to be quite popular. Nadia was caught shoplifting, and in quite the turn of events got a job out of the situation. Ivanova shopped for posters, Harper's search for music proved sadly futile, Paige, er, ballet danced in the listening booth, and Victor came in to buy something called "black lights," which makes no sense to me, but what does? That Lucas seems quite helpful -- he had recommendations for Walter, who chatted with Victor. Quite a bit. Paige chatted with someone named Mark over brownies, as well.

The Cat was called home, and Puss came by to bid him farewell. Pleasant voyage to you! *sound of shuffling notes* My god, it's the season for departures, isn't it? Doctor House and Professor Chaucer went out for a bike ride, during which Doctor House informed Professor Chaucer that he will be leaving. I'll be sorry to see you go, Doctor.

Jarod played with his kitten -- and at this point, folks, I'm leaving it entirely up to as to what's a euphemism and what isn't, because I give up -- and called Parker on the telephone about last night's radio broadcast. Walter was late for his lessons with Alfred, which did not exactly please Alfred. And Professor Lyman and some of his housemates watched the State of the Union address. Which state? Don't you have fifty? Blasted colonies.

At the Rare Books Shop, Mister Aziraphale met with Phoebe, who reportedly did not seem like herself, and with Kiki as well. Crowley met with Doctor Wilson and invited him to dinner. Speaking of dinner, I haven't had mine. I should see about that.

Earlier in the day, Doctor Wilson and Mister Aziraphale woke up together, then spent more time together after dinner. Incidentally, Doctor Wilson, did I ever thank you properly for taking care of me last semester while I was ill?

Caritas is always an interesting place. Phoebe was in quite the musical mood there tonight, and had some well-deserved drinks at the bar with Veronica for her efforts before returning to her suite at the Arms. Also at the bar were Quark, Harper, and the aforementioned Veronica, with Pip. And dear God, Veronica, I have something in my notes here about sexual tension between you and Bel so thick one could cut it with a knife.

*coughs* Look, I'm only reading what they give me, all right? And that's all I've got for the night except for this late report about, er, a rampaging band. So if you're out and about in the town, you may want to stay out of their way -- unless that's your idea of fun. And that's the end of my notes and the end of my watch, so this is Archie Kennedy signing off, wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies, and a very good night indeed.
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Hello and good evening, Fandom -- that is, good evening if you're either safe in the dorms or behind locked doors. Well, I suppose it's a good evening to you less than lawful elements running about out there and having your own kind of fun as well, isn't it? This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy bringing you tonight's log of activity here on our fair island, and at least making a nominal effort at keeping the pirate honest. (I'm only teasing, Barbossa. You'd hardly be as much fun if you were.) And yes, in case anyone was wondering, I have my hat with me. Sadly, it will not be contributing to this broadcast.

Moving on then, a debriefing on what happened today.


Er -- Barbossa, today's school announcements suggested that you learn about libel, though given that this is a radio broadcast I'm not entirely sure what all that has to do with it. Someone evidently left the principal cupcakes, but I don't believe that has anything to do with his announcement about using caution while going through town. I got here without too much trouble tonight, but . . . well, let's see if I make it back home, shall we?

In today's Speech classes, 201 did work on anti-establishment speeches, while 301 discussed non-verbal communication. In the latter case, that seems awfully antithetical at first, doesn't it? As for the former? Well, I'm glad my old commanding officer isn't likely to get wind of that. Even if I'm not taking Speech, I can't imagine he'd be delighted. Speaking of my old commanding officer, I don't think he'd be too pleased by what I said in Advanced Criminal Justice, where we talked about Justice -- big surprise, that -- and organizations from our places of origin that carried it out.

Ballads and figures of speech, two topics that go quite well together, were the subject of discussion in Professor Chaucer's Poetry class today, while Foreign Literature took a quiz and then watched a movie. *slight pause* Do these films of yours count as literature these days? I have no idea. I'm still getting used to seeing pictures move, quite frankly. In Arthurian Traditions, and there's a subject that's given me a few headaches this week even though I'm not in that class either, students discussed the reading assignments for the term. I hope that turned out to be more exciting than it sounds on paper.

I won't even begin to pretend I understand this "Dalton's Law of Partial Pressure" thing that the Chemistry class studied today, nor for that matter the Philosophy of Law and Equal Opportunity Employment concepts that Business Law and HR Management talked about. *pause, rustling papers* What? Oh, I'll be damned -- er, pardon me. Professor Gilmore-Danes is pregnant? Congratulations to you and your husband, Professor!

Advanced Journalism, taught by my new radio colleague Professor Skeeter, discussed the investigations they were assigned to do last week. Western Civilisation, which let me tell you is quite the challenging course, had a lecture on Greek politics and war. *cough* I did not fall asleep, I'd like to note. Ah, England, a country much beloved by me, which is more than I can say for a certain close-cropped lookalike of mine. The Battle of Hastings was the subject of discussion in History of Medieval England. Now I want to know if it's taught differently here than it was when it was drummed into my head when I was younger.

Don't ask me what message grids are, but Political Campaigning learned about them today. And not that this is related, but in the Assistants' Lounge Parker got milk and cookies. The teachers' lounge was stocked with "junk food." Does that include those alien pastries that fell on me from the sky last week? Doctor Carter, Professor Chaucer, and Doctor Pevensie were there, as were Constable Fraser my new hat-wearing friend and the Doctor, Professor Dream, Professor Gilmore-Danes, and Doctor Grissom. Grissom and the Doctor had what my notes call a smirk-off, which sounds painful, the new counselor compared Professor Dream to someone named Aslan, and Doctor Carter asked Constable Fraser out. What is it with you women and hats, anyhow?

On that note, we segue into today's mess hall happenings, where Edward was apprehensive about chicken, my new nautical comrade Pippi made an appearance, Lana and Shep were, as my notes say, "cute," and . . . *harrumph* Anders ate with Blair.

In the library, opened today by the lovely Miss Angela Chase, there was quite the bout of activity. Don't you lot know libraries are supposed to be quiet places? Or is this quiet by Fandom standards? If that's quiet, I'd love to know how you'd describe the first floor of the dorms. In case anyone is curious as to who Zero Hopeless-Savage is, she's the one with the green hair at the moment. Peter Parker was questioned by Rory and the other Parker, the one who I can actually vouch for as being quite a good kisser, about the events in town last night. Speaking of Miss Parker, I really think that said kissing prowess should offset the fact that she was seen in sweats, which I gather are below her usual standard of dressing, talking to Angela about . . . bunnynappers? I learn more new words every day around here. If they're even truly words. Anakin was researching Jedi, and Angela had to deny Shep's request for *sudden violent bout of coughing* the Kama Sutra? My God, my commanding officer would have been appalled. Note that I don't include myself in that statement, thank you.

And finally, in class-related news, Doctor Pierson had a meeting with Vala. Professor Cregg held rather quiet office hours and the Doctor slightly less quiet ones, while Professor Chaucer's office hours had a bit of chatter going on. Doctor Carter spent some quiet reflective time in her office as well. Professor Sidle was doing paperwork in her office, and Doctor Grissom and Professor Gilmore-Danes were also both in the office today. That's very official of all of you, really. Well done, esteemed faculty!

. . . please forget I just said that last bit. My God. I'll never get used to this "live" thing.

Principal Smith was paid visits by my new comrade in headgear, Constable Fraser, and someone named Cole? *pause* I can't place the name, but I'm assuming he's a student. John Crichton (delivering his fraternity proposal) and Victor Borkowski made stops at the disembodied Dean's office, but sadly the lithe and lovely Dean Washburn received no visitors. Honestly, people, what is wrong with you? Given the choice, I'd certainly visit Dean Washburn over the other two. Er -- no offence, Principal Smith and Dean Zordon.

Some excitement in the clinic tonight: Vala got stabbed, which -- oh, damn, Vala, I hope you recover quickly. Marty and Peter came by to see our lovely new counselor, and the ever-exuberant Blair paid a visit as well.

No one received detention today, apparently, which means I am once again denied the opportunity to subject you all to my speech about floggings at the gratings. Please, someone get in trouble next time I'm scheduled? It's quite a fine speech, I promise you.

On to . . .

In the Crew Berths

Blair got more presents from his Secret Sibling, this time a ball and . . . plants clothes? No, that can't be right . . . oh, hell, I don't understand half the words you people sling around anyhow, so I'll go with it. He was also later seen advertising products made of alpaca wool, useful at this time of year, really, as Ivanova evidently thought, since she came away with some. Walter put up flyers for a new cafe in town, where I'll make a point of going if it gets less terrifying outside, Maia slid something under Chiana's door (my own preferred method of leaving messages, I'd like to say), and Anders went swimming with Victor and Walter. Please God, not like that, I don't want to know.

Marty was watching television in the second floor common room, which still somewhat resembles a ship after a broadside, and Jaye was doing things with glitter out in the hallway. *pause* Not those kinds of things, all right? I was there. I know.

Jessica Tate inadvertently went to the wrong dorm room, perfectly understandable as we're up to our ears in fuckin' castles dorm rooms, and also ventured by Lee's room, where Angel's notoriously adorable puppy Sean was spending the night. Lee, honestly, not like that, I hope. On a completely unrelated note, Marty was going over his class notes.

Pip has evidently decided he needs therapy. If I understand the colloquial meaning of that phrase aright, I think that goes for most of us here, Pip. Alphonse seems to have come into possession of . . . an egg. Which, in this town, has equally good chances of being innocuous or ominous. Molly dropped by Cameron's room to have a talk with him, and Anders, that bakery whore -- er, sorry, Dean Zordon -- came by with cupcakes. Speaking of cupcakes, Lee made some, and Angel sampled them. You see, Samuel? It's possible to make your own cupcakes. Not that I ever expe -- ahem.

Shep spent some time alone in his room, while Lana visited Kiki. *rustling papers* It says here that they were talking about Shep and sex -- don't you think one of you was in the wrong room, perhaps, ladies? Izzy and Janet went out for the evening; Nadia ventured off campus, and later talked with Walter and Maia at Galactica Point, after dark. Rather brave of them, if you ask me.

On Shore Leave

Depending on your definition of excitement, it's certainly exciting out there tonight.

Especially at The Fourth Sin, where it was over between GOB and Becky despite the fact that it never really started, Becky and Jarod talked about vampires, a fellow by the odd name of Quark stopped in, and a new arrival named Agatha came in to introduce herself. Er . . . it sounds rather innocuous in my notes, despite what one might assume about introductions in a brothel.

Angel and Callisto went patrolling, and by this point in the broadcast I can't be sure if that's a euphemism. If it's not, then Artie was doing something of the sort as well, on his way to Caritas. Agatha and the Baron met, Quark and Tex talked about elections, and Pippi and Puss were shopping at the Emporium, where Michael and Tobias were discussing the uneasy conditions in town. "Uneasy." Ha -- now that's a euphemism, I can tell you. Victor had no luck getting a key copied, sadly.

Marty and Veronica were seen at Luke's Diner, talking quite a bit. Jessica, Parker who is not Peter, and Jaye who also kisses quite well all stopped at Luke's as well. In other dining news, Alfred was in his apartment, preparing for the opening of his new cafe. I hope things have calmed down in town by then, though there's no telling around here, is there?

The Baron and Kiki were lounging about at Aziraphale's shop, where Kiki was later joined by Aziraphale himself, and Doctor Wilson, and comfort food. The doctor and Aziraphale spent some time alone in the shop later, as well. No mention of the comfort food, though.

*rustling papers* *uncontrollable snickering* Oh Samuel . . . Cally has an escort? Someone named Batou? Oh my God, I love it. If someone can take a picture of the look on his -- AHEM.

I don't know what a Kevlar vest is, but Professor Sidle was wearing one in town today, where she had an encounter with Aziraphale. And in the most alarmingly violent occurrences of the day, Isabel, Vala, and Janet had a nasty time of it with someone named Darla upon leaving Caritas tonight -- oh, I see, that's how Vala got stabbed. Dear God. Thankfully Parker was there to see people to the clinic. Many skills, that Parker. The aforementioned Darla apparently collapsed on the side of the road at some point, as well.

Speaking of Caritas, Artie was there, and "macking on" Veronica. I can't rephrase that if I don't know what it means, so I hope you do. Hmm . . . seems there was also a fight between Bel and Veronica inside Caritas that carried out onto the street. I wonder if anyone will get detention for this? Do you think if I take advantage of the atmosphere in town and get in a fight with Anders in the park instead of in the common room, I won't get in trouble for it?

Well, that's a question I'll ponder on my way home to the dorms tonight. My watch is over and that's all we have in today's logs, so my hat and I are signing off now. From the Crow's Nest, this is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy, wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies -- figuratively speaking, of course -- and good night.
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Er -- hello, and a pleasant evening to you. This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy with today's log of activity here in Fandom, and doing my part to keep the pirate honest.

*pause* Well, that was the theory anyway. I suspect it's actually far too late for that. Still, appearances to keep up and all. Incidentally, I am not broadcasting to you from a mechanical dog tonight, and if you don't mind I just need a moment to remind myself that what I just said did, in fact, make sense. Right then. Moving on, full speed ahead and all that rot.

*pause again* Look, I'm not going to use that ridiculous phrase again, all right? But I'm sure you were all expecting it. There, now it's out of the way.


There is nothing to report in the way of class news today, except that Principal Smith held office hours. For those of you who have never met the principal, believe me when I say that meeting him is most definitely news. This lack of activity is most likely due to the fact that there were no classes today. I hope you lot enjoyed your break -- classes are going to come back with a vengeance in the morning.

In the Crew Berths (If the Hammocks are a'Rocking)

First of all, I'd like to say that I'm sorely disappointed in you all, because no one got into any kind of trouble today. I had a whole speech prepared about how if you were under my command, I'd have had the lot of you troublemakers flogged at the gratings, but that doesn't work very well when there are no disciplinary measures to carry out, does it? It's a moot point anyway, because you're not under my command and never will be, and anyhow I always got passed over in favor of -- right then. Enough of that.

Starting off with the day's despatches. Seems our new Vice-Principal is living up to his title: Kiki was spotted delivering a bottle of vodka to his quarters this morning. What do I have to do to get free deliveries of rum? Or is this an administration perk? Also on Kiki's watch, Yuffie, Peter Parker (not to be confused with the other Parker whose name I am not suicidal enough to repeat, thank you very much), Alphonse, Sydney, and Walter all got presents of varying degrees of usefulness from their Secret Siblings. Angel received a pair of black leather gloves also delivered by Kiki -- I think Bridge Carson might be jealous. Among other deliveries, Jessica, Blair, and Nadia got flowers and chocolate from their Secret Siblings.

Er. If I'm understanding the modern connotation of chocolate and flowers right, I'm very glad this "Sibling" thing is purely figurative.

The second floor common room is still the place to go, but it seems the other floors are starting to consider this serious competition. Cameron Mitchell was feeling generous today and made omelettes for the entire second floor, and Cally reached the conclusion that Vala must be a screamer. I have no idea what this means. I beg you not to tell me.

Not to be outdone, Walter made dinner for the third floor, where earlier in the day he and Alphonse had been discussing magic and, er, alchemy? I really do need to get out of my room more often.

There was no food involved in the fourth floor common room, but I understand toasters were one of the subjects discussed by Yuffie, Isabel, Paige, Allie, and Belthazor. What is it with you people and the toasters, anyhow? Also in the fourth floor common room at some point today, Han was talking to Lana.

Angel, Nadia, Maia, Lana, and Jaye were all down in the pool today. I assume it's still squid-free. Wait, Jaye was there and I missed it? *coughs* Maia and Angel exchanged advice on relationships, Angel gave his Little Brother Blair advice on sex and Belthazor and I do hope those two topics weren't related, Nadia discovered that Angel is a vampire, and Jaye agreed to -- er -- manage Angel's anti-campaign. Yes, I do believe I read that right. My God, you people can't actually have been swimming to be doing that much talking while you were at it. Meanwhile, Kara and Parker had a rather heated sparring match down in the gym. Out on the lawn, Zero, Pippi, and Lily Evans played croquet after a fashion.

In an entirely different kind of exercise, Student Council election activities are still going on. Phoebe, Lana, and Alanna were seen putting campaign posters up around the dorms. And while it's not political campaigning, advice from the bathroom walls was posted for the edification of all in the first floor hallways outside the bathrooms. I suppose one could consider that public service.

While the junior class held their meeting about elections, Zero seemed to be awfully concerned about sex education as part of our curriculum. Believe me, I live below the second floor. All the education you need goes on up there. Just spend a night in the hallway there. Apparently the rest of the junior class seems to think so too, since most of them were more interested in watching Bitterwoman than actually discussing school politics. Ah, apathy. Some things don't change.

The senior class also held a meeting about elections, and I don't know what it says about Angel that he wants so badly to lose. Anakin Skywalker practically had to be pressganged into running, himself. Such enthusiasm, senior class. I'm impressed.

And ladies and gentlemen, if you weren't in the second floor common room tonight, you missed quite the spectacle. My fine pirate friend Barbossa kindly compiled a collection of archrival bootage archival footage of last semester's highlights. I missed out on most of them myself, so it really was quite a treat. Especially because Anders did such a consistent job of humiliating himself all semester long, and I do love a good laugh at his expense.

Down at the clinic tonight, DEATH and Professor Quayle called.

Sundry things happened in student quarters today. Maia acquired a goldfish, which my notes tell me is named Simon, Quinn sent out an email which I'm told was very entertaining, Han had some things to say about his class schedule and the detention he received -- yesterday, so I can't even use my speech about the gratings, damn it all, and Phoebe's class schedule was to her satisfaction. Yes, that's lovely for you. I had to take Driver's Education to fill my third class, and do you have any idea how preposterous that would be anywhere but in Fandom? Edward Elric found his schedule to his liking, Lady Jessica was also pleased with her classes, and it would be terrible of me to reiterate my jealousy. But I'm doing it anyway.

My, my -- Veronica Mars was seen in Jack Harkness's room for a talk about her investigation and Jack's mother, two things that I again dearly hope aren't related. Incidentally, Veronica, I can safely vouch for the fact that he's a hell of a kisser. Just in case you're interested. I'm not sure why my notes are so insistent about the fact that the conversation between Lee and Anakin was a FRIENDLY CHAT, but there you have it, folks. And because you all are a chatty lot, Phoebe received a call from Crowley on that damned telephone thing that I still haven't figured out, and John and Aeryn had a talk about some of the fallout of yesterday's phone snafu before things got a little, er, dirty.

I'd like to note that with my lack of voicemail, I was blessedly exempt from all of this confusion.

Callisto was nervous about her date with Angel -- more on that later. Look, I've seen you naked, Callisto, and there's nothing in that regard to be nervous about, trust me. Kara Thrace had a bad day, which, let's be frank, is not that uncommon around here. Bridge Carson may be in for a bad time of it, since his dog broke the school?

*long pause*

Yes, that is what my notes say, and for once around this place I'm taking it as a figure of speech. Callynanders (and dear God, shoot me now, I can't believe I just used that phrase), on the other hand, had a decidedly good day, and one that is, er, not entirely work safe, I'm led to believe.

Among the faculty, Professor Sidle's office hours were posted, and Professor Dream's class rosters for the semester were posted as well. And that confounded telephone contraption got more use from Doctors House and Wilson.

Shore Leave

Spike's Pub is under new management from Winken, Blinken, and Nod. It's closed for the time being, perhaps until they decide on a new name. And God only knows how many they've already acquired.

Aziraphale's bookshop remained closed today, but Buffy was there to open Jack's Roses and, er, be rather emo about it. She did get a visit from Maia, as well as from Han.

Now, I'm fairly certain that in my time you might have gotten run out of town or worse for this, but today's Mass featured . . . Buddy Christ? I'm fairly certain I don't want to know. Look, you're lucky I'm Church of England, at least nominally, and so can't pass judgment on Catholic services, though my notes say something about CJ eating Jesus and for the sake of my sanity I hope that's a figure of speech. She talked to a girl I'll refer to as Fred, if only because I seem to have conflicting sources here on the spelling of her name, as well as to Deb, about Carl and Yazoo and . . . er, I don't know any of these people.

Give Michael credit for opening the Emporium despite being sick. Pippi paid him a visit, and pays him with quite the impressive bit of gold coin, leaving her with quite a bit of store credit on hand as Michael was unsure of its exact value -- and I say has anyone seen the banker? I am very much not asking what in hell Puss was doing looking for personal hygiene products, and Michael chose not to ask Walter why he bought wire cutters along with the impressive selection of groceries that ended up being the third floor's dinner. Why am I languishing on the first floor, again?

There's a new fellow in town by the name of Weevil. Mind you, I'm used to tapping weevils out of my biscuit in the morning. He seems to be yet another young man in Veronica's long string of male acquaintances, as evidenced by the fact that she showed up to greet him. He brought her dog, Backup, with him, so that's two odd new names in town. I'll try not to hold that against them, though.

Luke's Diner was open, and both Lilly Kane and Allie Cameron were seen having a meal there. Veronica and Weevil were also eating there, and you have no idea how strange that sounds to me. Evidently it was strange to Weevil, too, when he ran into Lilly.

Down at the Perk, CJ prepares for tomorrow's classes with a latte, and Lyta gets a crash course in the dangers of the school cafeteria from Angela.

And finally, thank God, I have two dates to talk about, and neither of them involve Cally and -- you know who. Also at the Perk, Jarod and Rose went on a date identified by my sources as the "cutest date ever." Please, God, someone dethrone those other two. I'm sick of hearing about them.

After Angel picked up a very-much-not-naked Callisto, they went to the Chinese restaurant in town, which was inexplicably popular with everyone else tonight, too. I can't imagine why, really.

Well, that appears to be all in today's logs. And so this is Archie Kennedy, wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies, and good night.
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Jaye: Hi! This is Jaye and friends, who are totally not up to any mischief, and you’re not actually hearing any of this, and we did not hijack the radio frequency to tell you what’s happened since last week. Nope. Definitely not.

cut for length, because omg )

[Preplayed in chat with all involved parties. Much thanks to those of you who jumped on the link grabbing omg so fast, and especial thanks to [livejournal.com profile] likeguidelines for letting us do this. *blows kisses*]

[ETA: So the links are causing problems. And I have no idea how, as the coding is actually right. *boggles at LJ* FIXED, OMG.]

Fandom High RPG

About the Game

---       Master Game Index
---       Thinking of Joining?
---       Application Information
---       Existing Character Directory

In-Character Comms

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun


Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.