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As usual, Drake began his broadcast with a song:

Here's a little song I wrote,
You might want to sing it note for note.
Don't worry, be happy!

In every life we have some trouble,
When you worry you make it double.
Don't worry, be happy!

Don't worry, be happy now.
Don't worry, be happy.
Don't worry, be happy.
Don't worry, be happy.

Ain't got no place to lay your head,
Somebody came and took your bed.
Don't worry, be happy!

The landlord say your rent is late,
He may have to litigate.
Don't worry, be happy!
Look at me, I'm happy!

Don't worry, be happy!
I give you my phone number,
When your worried, call me,
I make you happy!

Don't worry, be happy!


Hello, Fandom, and welcome to the final broadcast of your Saturday Night Demon! It's been a blast reporting on the gossip of the day and hanging with the squirrels, and I raided an airport drink cart for all the tiny bottles of rum they could drink tonight.

So on with the news. )

All right, that's it for the news. One last personal note: I'm going to head to Caritas tomorrow night to hold my own wake. I want drinking, I want singing, I want good times. Yes, Kennedy, it's time for that duet you promised, or remember what I said about Britney Spears. Everyone's invited, come on down and sing with me. And whether you can or not, just remember this: love when you can, laugh when you can't, and don't let life pass you by. Carpe diem. Seize the day and make your lives extraordinary.

Listen to what I say
In your life expect some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Dont worry, be happy
Be happy now!

Don't worry, be happy!
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Appropriately, given where he'd spent his afternoon, Drake had to open his broadcast with an oldie but a goodie:

Goin' to the chapel
And we're gonna get ma-a-arried
Goin' to the chapel
And we're gonna get ma-a-arried
Gee, I really love you
And we're gonna get ma-a-arried
Goin' to the chapel of love


Goooooooood evening, Fandom! I've just shimmered in from San Francisco by way of Canada, where I attended Robin and Fraser's wedding. I brought the squirrels all souvenirs -- the cutest little mountie hats and maple syrup, which they're mixing with their rum now. Guys, save some for pancakes!

Anyway, on with the show. )

And that's it for tonight. Now it's back to San Francisco for me to do a little wrap up there. But fear not: I'll be back next week for class and my final broadcast.
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Good evening, Fandom! I had to shimmer to the radio station to get you tonight's news, and I have to report that my squirrels are very, very drunk. But they are so dedicated to their task that they braved voids and monsters galore to gather me these notes. Give the next squirrel you see a pat on the head for their dedication; they deserve it. )

So that's it, and I'm running for cover again. Hop aboard, my squirrelly friends. You can stay with me until this blows over.
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Drake began his broadcast with a song, as he was wont to do. Hey, it was the radio, it was made for singing!

You'll keep me standing tall
You'll help me through it all
I'm always strong when you're beside me
I have always needed you
I could never make it alone

I am a man who will fight for your honor
I'll be the hero you've been dreaming of
We'll live forever
Knowing together that we
Did it all for the glory of love

Just like a knight in shining armor
From a long time ago
Just in time I will save the day
Take you to my castle far away


"Gooooood evening Fandom! The squirrels are holding little lighters up, believe it or not. The ladies love Cetera, you see, so by default I love Cetera. Oh, I'm kidding, I'd love the Cetera whether the ladies did or not. Anyway, on with the news. )

"And that's it for the end of this month. July is dressed up and playing her tune right out the door, and I'm about to follow. Good night!"
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Drake was still in an ABBA mood tonight, and thus he was opening his broadcast with his best rendition of Voulez-Vous.

People everywhere
A sense of expectation hanging in the air
Giving out a spark
Across the room your eyes are glowing in the dark
And here we go again, we know the start, we know the end
Masters of the scene
We've done it all before and now we're back to get some more
You know what I mean

Voulez-vous (ah-ha)
Take it now or leave it (ah-ha)
Now is all we get (ah-ha)
Nothing promised, no regrets
Voulez-vous (ah-ha)
Ain't no big decision (ah-ha)
You know what to do (ah-ha)
La question c'est voulez-vous
Voulez-vous...


"That one goes out to Aquaman and Anakin, and anyone else whose name begins with A. Just because.

"Let's see. Quiet day in Fandom today. Chuck-not-Bass threw rocks at things outside the Starburst cabin while chatting with his Gameboy. Ariel found out that said Gameboy is not usually human, and Lindsay and her humanified jacket dropped by. The jacket is apparently a stoner. Drugs are bad, mmmmkay?

"In town, Delirium offered up discounts for a joke at Groovy Tunes, and Farnsworth was cranky at her. Ellie played solitaire at the hotel, while Roy played Minesweeper at Cabot & Associates. They totally need to mix things up and play a game against each other, I'm just saying. Angua lounged at the beach, and Kate and her necklace chilled out in the Perk, where there was teasing from Hannibal.

"And that's it. Really, people, where is everyone? Let's get some scandals going for tomorrow!"

[OOC: No penises were modded for the purposes of this broadcast.]
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Gooooooood evening, Fandom High! As soon as I shimmered in the squirrels presented me with ice cream, tissues, and booze, so grab your own supply. This is going to be a rough one. )

And that's it. Not enough tissues in the world, people, not enough tissues in the world. But consider yourselves lucky, blessed, whatever you want to call it, that you had this chance to see the ones you love again. They may be gone now, but they'll always be with you, as long as you remember them and love them.
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Goooooood evening Fandom High! Don't be alarmed, don't adjust the vertical, don't adjust the horizontal. It is indeed Friday night, so you're getting your Saturday night demon a day early.

Hey I have actual classes this time. )

And that's it for Friday night. Have a fun weekend, and enjoy whatever latest atrocity SyFy decides to air Saturday night. I know I will. I'm counting the days until Tiffany versus Debbie Gibson, people. Counting. The. Days.
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Gooooooooood evening Fandom High! For some of you, this is going to be your first introduction to WTFH Radio. I'll be your demonic host for tonight, bringing you the news of the day. Hide the rum and lock the doors, but it'll be pointless. The squirrels know all. The squirrels see all.

*evil laughter*

Long news is long. )

And that's it for tonight, boys and girls. Play me off, Keyboard Cat!
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Gooooooood evening, Fandom High! And I'm wishing this was television tonight because you really have to see the squirrels. I'd take a picture, but I'm kinda lacking opposable thumbs at the moment. It's a good thing I can still operate the radio controls by just banging my hand on them until they work. Let me just tell you, I'm a Lego® Boy in a Lego® World! Life in plastic, it's fantastic!

You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere. Imagination, life is your creation )

So that's it for tonight, kiddies, and hopefully all us Lego® people will wake up normal tomorrow. If not...I'm kinda wondering how to go to the bathroom now, because there maaaaaay be a problem with anatomically correctness. Anyway, just remember when referring to your Lego® friends, draw an R in a circle in the air or you may get lawyers on your ass.
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After that awful song Drake had sung last night at Caritas, he had to make it up by starting his broadcast with a much better song1:

Name your price, a ticket to paradise.... )

------

1 SHUT UP. I love this song.
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Good evening, Fandom High! It's a slow news day, so this'll be quick. Which is a good thing, because I've got some really bad movies to watch on Syfy tonight.

DORMS/CAMP

Jak hung out in his dorm room and boogied to some music, if by "boogie" you mean "twitched slightly." Back at the camp, Alex Karev smoked around the main firepit. Rose bummed a cigarette off him and complained about her headaches. Emma told her to stop lying to telepaths and got Rose to fess up about seeing dead people. Wait, does that mean that some of us could be dead and not realize it? I am serious, people, M Night must be stopped. Didi tells Rose how cigarettes'll kill her, and trust me, she would know. Griff bitched about the smoking and complained he had to go to the sex store. Emma sweet-talked Alex out of a cigarette, and Didi wanted to know if anyone else had issues with angry laundry yesterday.


TOWN

Rikku cleaned Reno's apartment and cooked breakfast and lectures him about his drinking. At least she wasn't lecturing Jane, because she was packing heat and shooting cans in the backyard. Karla decided to have a sale at 'Dite's shop, buy one get one half off. Diana came in looking for something with shock value, while Warren was terribly nervous about the whole thing. Relax, they're just vibrators, they don't bite. Well, unless someone magically animates them, then you might have to worry. Marcus watched miniature cowboys and indians fight it out in the junkyard, Fred got a letter at Atlas, Bod went a-graveyard wandering, and Jaina held down the fort at Caritas.

And that's it for tonight. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to shimmer over to Stonehenge and make sure the stones are still where I left them. You know, just in case.
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Gooooooood evening Fandom High! Sorry I missed last week, but I somehow got myself turned into a duck, so I was feeling a little down.

*Rimshot*

...I love it when the squirrels help me out with sound effects.

On with the show. )

And that's the news for tonight. This is your Saturday Night Demon signing off. Have fun, stay cool, and don't forget the sunscreen!
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Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening, Fandom High! It's Saturday night, and you know what that means. Yes, it's time for your Saturday Night Demon, bringing you all the news the squirrels see fit to gather. Fair warning, I might be a weeeeee bit drunk. Those tiny bottles the squirrels have, they add up. And they can mix some killer Buttery Nipples. Speaking of which, why don't you mix me another one of those. Or two. Or three. It will soothe the fact that I was almost done with this and then my computer crashed and I lost the entire file. *cries*

On with the news! )

And that's all, folks. Sleep tight, and don't let the gods or the bedbugs bite.
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So it's time for fresh young minds to be bruised and battered as they learn about Fandom and all its quirks. Let's help them along now, shall we? For those of you who don't know, this is your Saturday Night Demon, Drake, bringing you all the news and gossip of the day. Mind you, these notes are all brought to me by drunken squirrels, so if they get something wrong or I can't read their handwriting, take it up with them.

It can be newbies tiem! )

[Much thanks to my MiniDrakes [livejournal.com profile] longislandiceme and [livejournal.com profile] boywonder03 for helping out when I began to flail when I realized I was only halfway through the links. :)]
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The radio broadcast began with...Drake singing.

I woke up this morning
I had a scone and a large house blend
And then a little conversation with my squirrel and chipmunk friends
I said I'm sick and tired of winter
And I wish that it was spring
And then a little fellow named Robin Redbreast
Began to sing

And he sang:
Ooh ooh child, what'd you think the cold winter's gonna last forever?
Ooh ooh child, now's the time for all the people to get together outside

Cause it's the first of May, first of May
Outdoor [feedback] starts today
So bring your favorite lady
Or at least your favorite lay
The water's not cold baby dip in your big toe
Maybe I'll see you in flagrante delicto
Grass below you, sky above
Celebrate spring with a crazy little thing called [feedback] outside


So, anything happen today? Oh, right! Graduation! Congratulations, kids. You've made it through high school, and now it's on to college and/or taking over the world.

Cut because long recap is loooooong. )

And that's it, I think. The squirrels are all passed out drunk, so I hope they're not laying on any more notes. Congratulations, kids, you done good. And remember, the world is your oyster, now go suck that bitch down with a champagne chaser.
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DRAKE: Good evening, Fandom! For a few minutes here I was thinking my past had caught up with me and the island had been invaded by all the children of all the women I've loved before, but as it turns out, they're all you! And you're adorable. So I rounded up some help for tonight. Sound off, kiddies, and tell everyone who's bringing them the news today.

LEIA: I'm Leia! An' my daddy is a Jedi Knight an' Rory is his friend who tells good stories.

TAHIRI: And I'm Tahiri, Tahiri Veila, and I'm training to be a Jedi Knight and you look like someone I know named Leia only she's a lot older than you are. But you have hair a lot like hers. Wow, this radio thing is awfully primitive. We didn't exactly have HoloNet access out in the Jundland Wastes with my tribe, but even I know what it is. You can't even see people on this thing!

DRAKE: Whoa, kiddo, stop to breathe every once in awhile, OK? Next?

SOOKIE: My name is Sookie Stackhouse and I'm five years old and I'm not sleeping ever again 'cause sleep's for babies and I'm not a baby.

BOBBY: And I'm Bobby Drake and I'm five too and I'm also not sleepin' never ever again.

LEIA: I have a last name, too. It's SKYWALKER. So there.

DRAKE: And if you have any embarrassing stories about your dad, now would be the time to tell them. Anyway, on with the news of the day. )

DRAKE: And that looks like it for tonight, and it's way past your bedtimes. Say goodnight, kids.

SOOKIE: Night-night! ...but I'm not goin' to sleep 'cause sleep's for babies. I'm gonna stay up and read those big books I found in my room. They'll keep me up!

BOBBY: Yeah, Sookie and I don't have a bedtime anymore, we decided. But I can still say g'night 'cause it's nighttime even if we're not sleepin'.

TAHIRI: Well, that's nice. I'm going to sleep, though. Night, Fandom!

LEIA: I need a bedtime story before I go t'sleep. Rory told me one before but I want another one.

DRAKE: Bedtime stories are right up my alley. Don't worry, kiddo, I've got you covered. I can tell you a story about a cranky half-demon and a cranky Jedi Knight. Together, they fight crime.


[Thanks to the faithful weetiny radio squirres and [livejournal.com profile] weetuskenraider and [livejournal.com profile] justwantsquiet and [livejournal.com profile] longislandiceme and [livejournal.com profile] likesscoundrels...wait, that's me.]
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Hey, Fandom! Do not be alarmed. Do not adjust your dials. It's still Tuesday night, but you've got me bringing you the news, sadly without my wee tiny helpers. And Porthos is totally a great name.

Tuesday Night Demon doesn't have the same ring to it as Saturday.... )
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DRAKE: All right, kiddo. You get to do the radio with daddy tonight. And....you brought friends.

PORTHOS: Yeah! They didn't believe me when I told them 'bout shorbing so I had to show 'em. 'Sides, Mommy said she had a headache and I should come find you.

DRAKE: Mouseketeer role call! Name, age, and parents.

JAINA: Jaina Amidala Bass! I'm nine years old and my parents are Leia Organa and Chuck Bass.

LENA: Helena Zoharet Priestly! But I'm just Lena. I'm eight and my daddy is Priestly, duh, and my mommy is Dinah Laurel Lance... Hi Mommy! I'm here on the Radio!

ANAKIN: I am Anakin Batholomew Bass. My father used to do the radio broadcasts here, too.

JAINA: Nuh uh, my father did! And why do you have the same name as my grandpa?

ANAKIN: We have the same father. And my mother named me after your grandfather.

JAINA: I have a bad feeling about this.

JARED: I'm Jared Mariano and I'm seven and my mommy is Joan Girardi and my daddy is Jess Mariano but he graduated.

PORTHOS: And I'm Porthos Drake Matthews and I'm six and my mom is Paige and this is my dad.

MORGANA: I am Morgana and you DON'T NEED TO KNOW MY LAST NAME, but both my father and my mother used to do the radio here.

ANAKIN: I think I like you.

Oh Fandom, you came and you gave us AU kids.... )

[ooc: much <3 to the dedicated radio squirrels and to [livejournal.com profile] tinyblondedeath, [livejournal.com profile] weetinymiracles, [livejournal.com profile] weedemonangel, and [livejournal.com profile] nonenamedboaz for their help. Oh, and [livejournal.com profile] weetinyjedi and [livejournal.com profile] weetinyempaths, but they're just me and it would be weird to thank myself.]
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Evenin', Fandom! Seems like half the island is on vacation because wow, the notes are short.

DORMS

Didi's still around, because she was watching a teen soap opera and yelling at the screen. Bod heard the shouting and checked to make sure everything was OK, and Didi explained that the characters are morons. Bobby was happy to find out he's not the only one who yells at the TV and told Bod he was glad he heard on the radio that people were taking off for the weekend or he'd think that everyone had been kidnapped or something. Jennifer was enjoying the peace and quiet, and the Chuck who is not Bass asked Didi questions about the show she was watching. Jennifer recruited Chuck to help his sister move into Jen's room. Angela was painting in her room, and Beka read a book and turned into a dog. I hope the book had a warning.


TOWN

Fred was at the gym and had a chat with Kurt about Kurt's Fred who is not this Fred and alternate timelines make my head hurt. Ellie and her dog manned the hotel, while Marcus set up shop at the junk yard. Over at Caritas, Jaina was doing shots with Tino. His Chuckness was apparently Her Chuckness today and bitched about it to Jaina, who was also mocked by Rose.

And that's it. C'mon, people, give me something to work with here.
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Good evening, Fandom, it's your Saturday Night Demon, back from taste testing oysters up the coast. I'm in the mood for looooooooooooove, but everyone's fighting monsters.

Oh well, on with the news. )

So the moral of this newscast is if you must go outside, wear protection, or call your local demon for transportation. That's 555-LURV.
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Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to spring! It's warm, it's sunny, the snow is almost all gone except for the huge pile they make in the parking lot that seems to last until July, and all the fuzzy little animals are coming out to do a little dance, make a little love, and get down tonight. And so are some of the residents of our fair island, but we'll get to that in a bit. )

Speaking of songs, I've got one to usher in the spring. Strollin' in the park, watching winter turn to spring. Walkin' in the dark, seein' lovers do their thing, mmm. That's the time I feel like making love to you. That's the time I feel like making dreams come true. When you talk to me, when you're moanin' sweet & low. When you're touchin' me and my feelin's start to show. That's the time I feel like making love to you. That's the time I feel like making dreams come true. In a restaurant, holdin' hands by candlelight. When you're touchin' me, wanting you with all my might. That's the time I feel like making love to you. That's the time I feel like making dreams come true.
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Evening, Fandomites, sorry I missed the broadcast last week, but I wasn't exactly myself. I'd like to thank the squirrels for recruiting a Little Miss Goth Queen 2010 finalist to read the notes for me.

On with the news. )

That's it for tonight, but let me say just one thing before I go. I said this to my class and I'll say it to you all: Love who you want, and don't let anyone tell you differently, unless they've filed a restraining order, and then you might want to reconsider.
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There was dead air for several moments when the broadcast was scheduled to begin. It was broken by hushed chittering from the squirrels and strange noises as they seemed to fumble with...something. Then the chittering grew more intense.

Chitter chitter chitter chitter
Chitter chitter chitter chitter
Chitter chitter chitter chitter
Chitter chitter chitter Drake chitter

"So," came Drake's voice, "there I was, naked as a porn star and covered in spaghetti sauce. And then the Source...." Pause. Pause. Pause. "I'm not in the Bahamas anymore."

*chittering*

"...and we're on the air, aren't we?"

*chittering*

Drake sighed. "Who taught you that summoning spell? It was Cole, wasn't it? I am totally getting payback for that. I'm going to stuff a spectral badger in his pants or something. And I still have photos of that time I convinced him to try that chocolate and pear aphrodisiac."

On with the news. )

And that's it for the news, Fandom. My squirrelly minions, you better forget that spell.

*chittering*

...why don't I believe you?
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A good chunk of the listening audience might be angry with Drake for trying to earworm them with a classic song from the 80s, but he was too busy merrily getting his groove on care. When the music ended, he began the broadcast.

"Evening, Fandom! It's time for you Saturday night demon to rock the airways with a blast from the past. Oh, and to tell you the news for the day, of course."

Distant lands are not so far away, I don't know why we don't go. Take my hands I'll show you the way, pack your bags and sail away. )

That's it for tonight. Enjoy your break, and don't do anything I wouldn't do. Which...isn't much, actually.
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DRAKE: Evening, Fandom! My lovely co-host and I have taken a break from burning up the dance floor to bring you the news of the day. I was tempted to let the squirrels just do it tonight, but they threw wee bottles of rum at my head.

PAIGE: They are pretty aggressive. But let's see if we can get this done in time to get back and squeeze in another dance.

DRAKE: I am all for dancing. And squeezing. )

DRAKE: And that's it for the news. Happy Valentine's Day, and remember, you don't have to look too hard, love is everywhere, I know it is, such moments as this are too few, it's all up to you....

PAIGE: Good night, Fandom.

DRAKE: Spoilsport.
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Gooooood evening, Fandom, it's your Saturday night demon with all the news of the day.

Snowpocalypse or not, the news will go on. )
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DRAKE: Good evening, Fandom, it's Double Demon radio tonight, since I dragged Bel along again. Say, buddy, why is your face bruised?

BEL: Don't ask.

DRAKE: You know making me use my imagination just makes it worse.

BEL: Shut up and read your notes. )

BEL: Now can I leave?

DRAKE: Depends. Do I get to kiss your boo boos and make them better?

BEL: Keep your hands to yourself.

DRAKE: *sigh* See what I mean? Tease.
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Good evening, Fandom, and I hope you're all safe from the rampaging hordes of...what the heck are those things?

*chittering*

Yeah, they look kind of like gremlins, but they're not entirely the same. Well, I'll just call them gremlins anyway, and....

*sound of door breaking down*

Whoa! They're coming outta the walls! They're coming outta the goddamn walls! Fight for your lives, my squirrelly minions! They may take our lives, but they will never take our radio transmitted gossip!

*snap*

All right, I've got the squirrels armed with wee swords now, and they're going to cover me while I finish the broadcast.

Go ahead. Make my day. )

And that's it, kiddies. Until next time, stay safe, and remember: take off and nuke the site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
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The broadcast kicked off with a classic piece of music, with Drake singing along. He even hit the high notes. "Good evening, Fandom, it's time for your Saturday Night Demon! And I just gotta say, I've gotten some pretty obscene phone calls today. Keep 'em coming.

Got the wings of heaven on my shoes, I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose. )

And that's it for tonight. Good night, sleep tight, and keep your phones on vibrate.
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DRAKE: I'd like to begin tonight by thanking all my lovely volunteers for helping me out with radio tonight. Well, my lovely lady volunteers and Mini-Drake.

BOBBY: What, I'm not lovely? I'm hurt, dude.

DRAKE: Are you trying to get me beaten up by Zoe or something?

PAIGE: I didn't so much volunteer as, uh, get demon-napped.

MARY: I really don't know who you are or why you've brought me to this place.

MINA: Do not worry, Mary. If he has any ill intentions he'll not dare act on them around me.

KRIS: I'm still stuck on how I ended up here.

DRAKE: Mary! After all we've meant to each other? After all the trees and cows I've sent, and the presents I've placed under your tree? I mean nothing to you? And Paige, I figured you needed a trial by fire for Fandom. Say hi to your sisters in case they're listening to the podcast later. Mina, if I have ill intentions, trust me, you'll be the first to know. Kris, welcome to the world of shimmering. Fun, isn't it?

MARY: Oh, you're that Drake? The one from Facebook?

DRAKE: The one and only. I figured I'd need help with radio tonight since the squirrels have prepared an encyclopedia of notes. So I grabbed me some hot babes. And MiniDrake.

MARY: Are the rest of you on Facebook, too? Because I could use more Farmville neighbors.

PAIGE: Squirrels? And, uh, hi Piper and Phoebe if you're listening.

DRAKE: Wee Charmed Ones! Your little sister is totally older than you! Anyway, we've got a lot to do here, so let's get this party started. The squirrels have rum if you need it.

MARY: Ew, rum. No thanks.

KRIS: So we're not getting paid in cash for this?

DRAKE: Just follow my lead. )

DRAKE: And that's it for the news from today. I'd like to thank my co-hosts, the oh-so-magical Paige, the lovely Kris, the non-sparkling in body, but sparkling in wit Mina, and the spathic Mary. Oh, and MiniDrake.

MARY: Spathic? What does that mean?

DRAKE: *coughs* That would be telling.


[ooc: if you find a typo or bad link, let me know, it's late and I can't see straight. Much love to the tireless radio squirrels and my forcibly shimmered minions, [livejournal.com profile] angelandwitch, [livejournal.com profile] exconnextdoor, [livejournal.com profile] funnyways, [livejournal.com profile] longislandiceme, and [livejournal.com profile] montecito_east. Now I have to go catch up on pings.]
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*tap tap tap* Is this thing on? Well, the squirrels seem to think so, since they've got some notes for me, but they're awfully short.

Warning, there may be earworms within. )
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Hey, Fandom, how about that Snowpocalypse? My squirrelly minions here are all bundled up, and can I say they look adorable in their earmuffs? Though I'm not too sure about the looks some of them are giving me because of the mistletoe that just appeared over my head.

On with the news. )

And that's it for tonight, folks. Keep warm, stay safe, and watch out for squirrels with mistletoe. Love is in the air....
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The dulcet tones of Barry White came from the radio as the broadcast began. Drake was totally humming along.

"My darling, I can't get enough of your love, babe.... Oh, settle down, Cas, you can stop hiding behind the altar, I'm fine. Everybody all recovered from inappropriate crushes? Ahh, love, you so wacky. But if you find it, hold on to it with all you've got, but please draw the line at watching your loved ones through their windows while they sleep, because that's just kinda creepy, okay?

Just like the more you give, the more I want, and baby, that's no lie. )

"And that's it for today, gang. Y'know, it's funny, but I don't feel much different from when I did this last week. Okay, maybe I'm not feeling like I should be smaller, blonde, and snarky. But other than that...."
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Grapevine Guy here...your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Fandom's elite. )


And who am I? That's one secret I'll never tell. You know you love me. Xoxo, Grapevine Guy.


[ooc: It's 5AM and I can't even see straight anymore, so if you find typos or bad links, let me know, and I'll fix 'em when I wake up. Much thanks as ever to the fabulous squirrels. Mwah!]
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Goooooooood evening, Fandom! I've shimmered back from LA just to bring you the news. And I gotta say, having met the crew at the Hyperion...I really need to get more gossip from the past here, because I don't get it. Seriously, what's the deal with his broodiness? Not seeing the appeal with tall dark and booooooring. But anyway, on with the news.

Slow day, so I'm afraid it is a quickie, and not a longie. )

And that's it, folks. I gotta shimmer on back to enjoy the rest of my vacation.
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Evening, Fandom! Your favorite demon is back in his place on Saturday nights, bringing you all the news and unbridled lust that's fit to print.

The squirrels know when you've been sleeping, they know when you're awake.... )
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Hey, Fandom! I know, I know, you're probably thinking, wait, this isn't Saturday, why am I hearing that sexy voice coming from my radio? My squirrelly minions came to fetch me a day early, and after trying to understand their frantic chittering, I realized they needed me to come in tonight and not that Timmy had fallen down a well. So...here I am!

Two bits, four bits, six bits a peso, all for El Drake-o, stand up and say so! )

So that's it from Friday in Fandom. Have a fun weekend, and try not to be too confused when you don't hear me here tomorrow night. Me, I'm either going hit the slots in Vegas, climb the alps, or try to grope Tim Gunn. Or maybe all of the above.
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Hello, Fandom, this is your demon in residence and his squirrelly minions bringing you the news of the day. Looks like it was a slow day, which is a good thing, because I've got to get back to my computer and harvest my blackberries. I will be their master or die trying.

Being a Pea Master sounds wrong when you say it out loud. )

And that looks like it. C'mon, squirrels, you're coming with me. I'm going to sign you all up for Facebook accounts. Don't look at me like that, I need the neighbors!
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If you could see my costume through the radio, you'd be impressed, really. My squirrelly minions aren't so amused, though, but they're all sporting some nice costumes, too. We've got a sailor, a pirate, and...what are you supposed to be?

*chittering*

OK, this one says he's Anakin, but I'm not buying it. And what about you?

*chittering*

...he's Chuck Bass.

All right, on with the news of the day. )
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BEL: They have you doing the radio now? Don't they know they shouldn't encourage you?

DRAKE: What can I say, people love me here. So you going to help me or not?

BEL: I've done it before. I know the routine.

DRAKE: Show me how it's done, hot stuff.

BEL: ...shut up.

Double Demon Radio! )
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Hello, Fandom! It's your favorite demon bringing you all the news for the day. My squirrelly friends are all sporting name tags tonight and are insisting on putting one on me. I'm really not sure what's up with that. Also, pulling a name tag off fur can't be fun. For the squirrels, not for me, I don't have fur. Unlike certain mostly dead BFFs of mine. I once replaced his soap with Nair because I was tired of coughing up hairballs. And now one of the squirrels is holding up a name tag that says "Jackass." Huh. And another one has "Emo Demon." Well, that's certainly not me, I don't have an emo bone in my body.

No, you are not going to stick ''Nic (Not a Boy)'' on me either. )
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DRAKE: Good evening, Fandom! I've somehow managed to break myself free of the conga line of visitors outside my office to get to the radio station so I can bring you all the news and gossip that's fit to print...er...say. Kids, turn the radio off if you don't want your moms and dads to hear. The stack of notes the squirrels have handed me is pretty impressive, though, so I told them to go get me some help.

SWEETS: *sounds of struggling* What in the world are you furry rodents doing?!

DRAKE: Oh, sounds like they got someone. And no, Cole, you can't help, no one can hear you, remember?

SWEETS: What is this? You're one of the teachers. Who are you talking to?

DRAKE: ...no one? Hi, Drake Dèmon, Professor of Literature. Who are you?

SWEETS: Lance Sweets, Guidance Counselor. What am I doing here?

DRAKE: You're going to help me do radio tonight. C'mon, it'll be fun, really. Ask the squirrels for some rum, they might be in a mood to share.

SWEETS: Okay, sure, why not.

Long radio is looooooong. My fingers are numb. )

DRAKE: That looks like it. Thanks for your help. The squirrels and I appreciate your volunteering!

SWEETS: I'm not sure volunteering is the right word, but, hey, it was fun! And the squirrels definitely serve the best rum.

DRAKE: I'm kind of partial to this Tuscan Lemonade I found. Shut up, Cole, it is not a girly drink.

BOBBY: ...Right. It's definitely been an experience. Good night everyone, and Scott and Warren? Sorry again about not warning you. About, you know, anything.


[Much much <3 and chocolate to [livejournal.com profile] likeababyduck and [livejournal.com profile] longislandiceme for their help, and of course the tireless radio squirrels. Mwah!]
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Good evening, Fandomites and Fandominas! I almost didn't make it tonight because I watched The Notebook and dissolved into a puddle of tears. My squirrelly friends here had to soak me up with a sponge and wring me out. Seriously. Let me quote: "I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough." Truer words were never spoken. Love, love, love, boys and girls, it's what makes the world go round. You don't have to take over the world, you don't need a billion dollars in the bank, you just need to love and be loved to give your life real meaning. Don't throw it away, don't turn your back on it, don't --

*chittering*

Right. I've got a job to do here. )
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Goooooooooooooooood evening, Fandom! My squirrelly friends have informed me that I'm supposed to do this radio gig weekly now. I think they rigged the vote because I promised them some quality demonic booze from the Underworld.

*excited chittering*

All right, I'll keep my promise, but I have to warn you, it'll put hair on your chests. Well, moreso than you have now. And it might be fuchsia. Just sayin'. Anyway.... )

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