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Uuuugh. Uuuugh, it's Saturday, I should be in bed right now, guys. What'd you drag me here for anyway?

*Chittering*

No, I kind of figured that. I mean, where's the guy who usually does it on Saturdays?

*Chittering*

... Well, why can't I have a hangover? Here, you give me those notes and share that rum, and I think we can get this super important world-changing news out to the people I'm sure are up at the asscrack of dawn waiting to hear this.

Hey, Fandom. This is Sparkle, and I'm here to give you all the news you were probably dying to hear about what's going on around the island. Starting wiiiiith... *Paper rustling* Righto. School, where American History watched a movie about the space race and there was an important talk about learning where your limits are in Defending Yourself Against Magic. Good luck getting like half the people on the island to pay attention to that one, Bob.

StuCo was talking prom, and it's sounding like the going theme of the year might be glittery romance vikings which is a combination that doesn't sound too far-fetched. I mean, Vikings loved too, right? And in not-Stu-Co news, the books were crying over at the Library, which meant Lucille was having a tough time getting some reading in edgewise.

Over in town, above Luke's, Eliot presented Parker and Hardison with some anniversary camping plans, and knowing Hardison I'd say this is a case of really not paying attention to what an appropriate anniversary surprise for somebody might be, but I guess there was some adult coercion involved, so maybe that was the point.

And finally, at the Devil's Nest, Allie got the Candy Crush jackpot with a full day of free play. Sounds like a good way to pass the time between customers to me, anyway.

And that looks like all the notes, so I'm going to take this rum, *sloshy* and chill out here for a little longer. Drinking with squirrels this early in the morning is way less weird than drinking alone.
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Good morning, ladies, gentlemen, and assorted other! This is Sparkle, that guy from the grad ceremony with the speech that would never end? And THIS is what I'm pretty sure is my last radio broadcast here, like, ever. Which is both weird and awesome to say. Like, I want to get the hell off the island. Also, I'm going to miss getting drunk with squirrels. The ones in Toronto aren't even nearly as awesome as you guys.

*Chittering*

Awww. You're the best. I'm gonna read these notes one more time, and then we can have a drink of rum to remember the good times, how's that sound?

*Chittering*

Graduation Radio )
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Hoooly god that's a lot of notes. Something's going on this weekend, isn't it? Yeah. Yeah, I bet there's a something.

*Papers rustling*

... Oh, Fandom. You crazy sadistic island, you. Makes me happy to be graduating in a week, you have no idea. Anyway, I'm going to read these, and I'm going to be thankful that I don't have any dead people crawling all over me today, okay? Nothing against you dead people listening at home, I mean. Just, you know, some people should stay that way.

I Read About Dead People Radio )
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Well! This weekend has been fun and informative, and I'm going to have to go fetch my kid the second this broadcast is done, or she'll, I don't know, pocket my cat or something.

Seriously, though, Glitter's a good kid, with an awesome name. I'll fight you on this. Gimme the notes, squirrels. I have clothes shopping to do with the small one, today.

Weetinies! Weetinies everywhere! )
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Whoa, jeeze. Seriously, guys? You came here too? I mean, of course you did. Of course. But, like, wow. That is some impressive portable setup. How are you going to keep it running, anyway? The power here has been, um. Super great. Really.

... Is that a portable generator? Isn't that going to be a little lou-

*Br-br-br-HRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMRMMMMMM!!!!*

Shine on, you crazy butterflies. I'll try to get this over with fast so that nobody feels the need to come out of their tent with a pellet gun.

Camping Radio! )
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Heeey, Fandom. It's Sparkle. And you're going to have to bear with me a little, because my percent isn't hovering anywhere near one hundred today. I'm more like, I dunno. A fifty-five. Sixty-five if the squirrels bring me coffee.

*Chittering*

We Survived Again Radio )
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Hiii, Fandom. This is Sparkle, taking important time out of my day to come talk to you over the radio, instead of, like, doing my own thing somewhere else, so you had all better be grateful, I'm just saying.

You know what I'm grateful for? The fact that nothing happened over at the school today at all, so I can skip straight to the creepy dorms notes without banter, because that's how many better things to do I have today. So there. Aaaanyway, Flick was, like, super upset in his room about a letter his girlfriend left him. On parchment. In Latin. Which, for the record, is weird. Travis was taking selfies in his room when Face came in and made Travis jump before naturally assuming he'd interrupted a good wank or something. Like, you don't know. Maybe they were really good selfies? In his room, Ezra got as far as dressing up pretty before deciding he didn't actually want to go out, so he was reading a gossip magazine when Ronan showed up to... I guess be bitchy at him in the doorway? You know, be generally Ronan about things. Plus he told to Ezra touch himself, which is apparently the running theme of all of these dorm notes and further proof that the squirrels are creepy whenever they come back from spying on them.

Over in town, like clockwork for this time of year, I guess we got, like, invaded? That'll happen from time to time, Fandom. You get used to it. Anyway, some guy called Spider-Man (and that's a stupid name, I mean come on, like seriously) and Tony Stark fought some... vultures? I guess? And then Kitty, Jalian, Hardison, and Minako all went underground to save the island and the multiverse, which I guess is all in a day's work or something, isn't it? Above ground, the good fight continued, with Aeryn shooting at these vultures outside the Perk. Like, really, we were invaded by birds? I was off island for most of the day, I'm kind of almost sorry I missed the excitement, except for how I'd probably die and I don't want to get pecked off by a buzzard in my prime, here.

At the Dracula was playing... really... crashy music? Which I guess is just heavy metal or something. Mr. Gaunt opened Needful Things, and was accosted by Cassandra, who needed to see a guy about a - I can't even pronounce that word, okay - and some teal deer pelts. I stopped in to make amends for the whole stealing-a-stupid-ceramic-frog thing from him, which went surprisingly well. I guess he's actually a pretty great guy when you're not stealing from his store? And then there was even an after dark rush, with Allie poking around because the island doesn't get new shops all that often, and Dracula taking a peek at the store's art selection.

Over at Caritas, Mike was giving out mustache-candies on a pretty slow night, so naturally the squirrels had to invade like every apartment and house on the island too, because, I dunno, they have a quota or something. Like, why the hell else would anybody care about Tamsin losing her hair and dumping it in the trash? Come on. And, oh jeeze, the super exciting tale of Hardison and Parker rummaging through their apartment for something that got misplaced. Kitty kinda flopped over for a nap after getting back from saving the multiverse and all, and was joined by a dog and by Clint, who decided that napping Kitties are adorable. As ya do. Doctor Lecter stopped by Jono's apartment with a shiny thing in a little bag, but, like, squirrels are useless and seriously, the note just goes on at length about how the shiny thing looked. It was pink and broken. Gold star, Squirrels. Is... is that an illustration in the margins? C'mon. At least the squirrel who grabbed the note about Jess resting up in a hotel room was useful. See, the note here says, "Jess was in a hotel room. Resting. Spider-Man (stupid name) visited to talk about someone they lost, and Sia visited to check up on her and talk about spiders." And like seriously that's all my notes and I have an important phone call to make? So, like, Sparkle Out.
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Ow my everything hurts. Did you guys hit the button for me? Oh shit, you're the best, you hit the button and I love you. Now if you could like get me a straw for this rum like I'd be super grateful?

*Chittering*

Squishy Noodly Radio )
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Fandom! Faaandom, hiiii. Sparkle here, and I actually didn't miss you at all and want to go back to Mexico. I figured I'd get that off my chest before the squirrels shove these notes at me. Hear that? I didn't miss you! Or your stupid pollen, or your invasions, or your freaking cold...

*Chittering*

I know I'm Canadian. Why do you think so many of us make like geese and fly south for the winter? Mexico is awesome, is what I'm saying here. And doesn't generally come with freak blizzards that end in an infestation of bad-decision flowers. And that's all I'm going to say about that. Gimme the notes.

And of course the first one is about how yesterday was the last day of the cruise, with all its, you know, mostly-private rooms and weird shitty food and swimming and, like, it's a boat. It had a deck. Where there was more swimming. And bars. I liked the bars.

But, you know, all good things don't last forever or whatever the saying is, so we all came back to Fandom, where, in the dorms, Flick unpacked and checked his e-mail.

In not-the-dorms, Derek and Stiles did the flirting, cuddling thing at home, and Atton took a call and then, um, left. Which, like, whatever he left for this time better turn out okay, or I'm stuffing his fridge full of broccoli. And, like, over at the Gig, Mary stopped by to drop off some borrowed clothes to Dani, and they talked about some kind of pollen-related thing which I'm going to just assume from what the notes gave me was a walk of shame. Which, you know, I'm not sure why they call it that? It should be called a walk of fuck-yeah-I-totally-scored-last-night. I think a lot of us did that one last week. Like, a lot.

So congratulations on seeing some action, Mary!

Yesterday, though, all the real action was over at Caritas, where there were three minute dates as hosted by a somewhat blackmailed Joanie Storm! People drank up some liquid courage before we all went five rounds in fifteen minutes, dating some of Fandom's best and most bodacious.

Shut up, it alliterated.

Anyway, after we went our five rounds with mostly-strangers, Caritas was open for the post-date liquid courage crowd. Jalian and Ezra talked about their respective dates, and Mike and Tamsin talked about Mike's bed. Hey, squirrels, is there, like, a bow-chicka-bow-bow sound effect anywhere? Or should I just try to find some seventies porn tracks, which I'm pretty sure is the only time seventies music is even still cool anymore?

*Chittering?*

Oh god, I love you guys. And Fandom, I'm taking off, but when I do, I'm going to leave you with one hour of deep funky beats for you to do, you know, whatever the hell you want to do to. Bow-chicka-bow.
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Ugh. Uuuuugh, do I really have to be here this early in the day? Like, I know we're getting on a boat or whatever in a few hours and I need to pack and shit, but, like, come on. It's Sunday. I just want to sleep in, shove a change of underwear and maybe my swim trunks into my backpack, and rattle off radio notes at the last frigging minute before dropping my cat off with the kennel for the week and tripping up to the causeway just in time to catch up with the crowd as they leave. Can I do that? Can that be a thing I do?

*Chittering*

Well, I know I'm on the air now, but you can't blame me for asking anyway. There's, like, one page of notes. I could probably pull it off. Or, like, if you want to be smart about it, I guess I could read them now and go back to bed for like fifteen minutes.

Looks like everything worth reporting on happened in the dorms again yesterday, so that includes Ezra hanging out with Valentine's candy in the best common room in the dorms, and Hanna being pretty impressed by just how much there is. Was it for sharing? Did I seriously miss out on sharing-candy? C'mon, not fair. I was sleeping off last week because like ninety percent of it sucked.

... Have any chocolate left, Ezra?

Can't blame me for trying. Anyway, I guess up on the sixth floor there was a girls-only party for like nail-painting and stuff, and c'mon, I'm not a girl but you can't deny I would've been super helpful at something like that. Petitioning right now to stop gendering good nails! I guarantee that mine are nicer than like all the guys' and at least half the female student body's. But, like, Hanna and Raven talked pollen over doing their makeup, and Jalian had Hanna catch her up on what the party was about while approving of the no-boys thing. Jalian hates joy. And wearing pants in public. You heard it here first. Anyway, while Raven helped Jalian with her make-up, Hanna let Cecil in so long as he was willing to do his makeup, so I might've been a little quick to start insulting everyone else's nails. Even if mine are awesome. Raven even talked to Cecil about what rocks about being a girl versus what rocks about being a guy, so I guess all's well that ends with conversations that might mostly just be about being able to piss standing up.

Also, remind me to crash the next girls-only party. Sparkle out.
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Faaaaaaaaaaandom. Fandom why do you have to be this way? Why do you hate us? I mean, like, my last night was awesome thankyouverymuch so I'm not complaining as much as I could be, but like, this is going to keep going for a while, isn't it? Yeah. Yeaaaah. Anyway, I have notes here, and reading these is going to be a magical journey through both time and sexual frustration so let's get this over with as soon as possible, huh?

Valentine's News! )
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Hey, Fandom! Sparkle here, up and at 'em and sitting here in the radio booth with, like one squirrel because the rest apparently all won the lottery and decided to retire away to the Caribbean or something? I don't know. I'm interpreting the sad and lonely charades of a very drunk rodent who seems to be wearing a teeny-tiny version of the crown jewels, instead.

Some days, it's better to just not ask, I guess? Anyway, I have notes. Let's see what you crazy people have been up to this weekend, alright? Like, in the dorms, because the squirrels just can't not be creepy even when they become millionaires or whatever.

Handwavey radio )
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Hey, Fandom! This is Sparkle, here to bring you snowball radio on this fine first of February! We have, like, two notes that aren't about the snowball fight, so let's leap right into that so we can get to it, huh?

Snowball Radio )
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Hey, Fandom! Sparkle here, with, like, literally one of those little yellow sticky notes to read to you all today. Looks like the squirrels went on a bender or something this Saturday, so all that interesting stuff you guys did? You totally managed to keep it from the rodents.

That is, except for you over in the Library, Elsa, with your movie novelizations of like freaking everything. And Jono at the Groovy Tunes, with the stereo stuck on that kind of downer spoken word poetry stuff no matter what he did.

The rest of you, rejoice. You're officially better at hiding from squirrels than like a literal princess and a guy who makes his living by selling really loud music.
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So, coming in on Sundays is gonna be the new Thursday, is it? Okay, squirrels, you win. But only because this means I have a reason to haul my ass out of bed to get to work on Sundays, now.

Hey, Fandom. My name is Sparkle, I am, in fact, really damn sparkly right now, and, like, I could use about ten pounds of coffee right now.

*Sloshy*

Sparkle Party Radio! )
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Ngrrgh. But weekend. You know, morning? Sleeping in and not doing radio until like noon if that's what you really want, or you could come back, like, Thursday. There's an idea. Let me go back to to bed and I'll be back in on Thursday.

*Chittering*

Yeah, I know I'm already here, and thanks for that. But I was out late last night. Doing important things.

*Chittering*

... Putting glitter in a random showerhead in one of the men's rooms in the dorms. No, I'm not going to say which. Maybe there were a few of them.

...

*CHITTERING.*

FINE, I'll read the notes! )


[OOC: Random showerhead glitterbombs are totally fair game in any of the men's room showers, today. Or you can defuse them or just get a normal shower as you see fit!]
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Hey, Fandom. So, like, it's the first broadcast of 2015, and there is one squirrel here. I mean, the little guy's passed out face-first in rum, but judging by the fact that he's the only one here with notes for me this morning, I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that he's earned the nap.

I feel ya, little guy. I'll leave some water for you to drink when you wake up. God knows I need that, too. Ugh. Happy nothing, my head hates you all and the sun and it's probably a matter of time before I blow up one or the other, I figure. So I'm going to read these notes. And then maybe I'll just, like, have a nap under the radio control console thing until this hangover pisses off.

I guess, like, everything the squirrel wanted to cover today was in town. Or, at least, everybody left on the island was in town and they happened to all go to the same party. Except for Alana, who was working at the Book Haven and telling the books how much she missed 'em. Okay, that's kind of cute. I don't know that I'd get so sentimental if I ever decided to get off my ass and go back to pull a shift at Demon Marcus, but I'm sure the books appreciated it more than the Gucci ever would.

Everyone else was at Caritas, partying down with a bunch of well-dressed zombies. Minako was doing the karaoke thing, because, you know, Minako. And I'm not even going to tease her for the Taylor Swift she was apparently singing because, screw it, I can't even deny that stuff is catchy. Constantine avoided the party, sitting over at the bar instead, because not everyone who goes to a bar on New Year's Eve wants to mingle, I guess.

But, you know, everyone else seemed to be doing okay at it. Hell, even Atton was there, catching up with Sia about Jedi things and other galaxy things, all that stuff. Kitty and Éponine talked about their respective years and about maybe being optimistic about the next one, and guys, if that works for you, knock yourselves out. Irene's dress earned her a compliment from Kitty before the conversation turned to how we're in the future now, and flying cars and road trips, and I don't know... I'd settle for that hoverboard that the movies have been promising me for ages, now. Hannibal and Irene caught up and talked about accessorizing, too, and I'm kind of regretting missing this party if it was all Taylor Swift and fashion, I'm going to admit that now.

Kitty offered Hatter a hat for his hat, which isn't actually as much of a mouthful as I thought it would be when I saw it on paper, and they talked about, like, neck strain. And anvils. Irene's conversation with him involved fewer anvils and more holiday traditions. Like platonic midnight kisses. There were walks about less platonic midnight kisses too, from Kitty and Clint. And actual, real kissing, too. I guess maybe they were going for a kiss every hour as different timezones rolled into 2015, too? They started with the UK.

Of course, those of us not doing multiple countdowns last night had an actual midnight in the here-on-the-island to look forward to. And good freaking riddance to 2014, right?

Now, I'm going to get back to celebrating 2015 by... look, that spot right there looks comfy. Auld lang syne and all that. Sparkle out.
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... Huh. I actually have notes today? Like. There really are people still on the island? Shit, that's good to know. If you're feeling holiday blues or whatever, call me, folks. We can... I don't know. Do carols or something stupid. I'll have my people call your people.

I'm talking to you in the dorms, there, Anders, with your ornament-smashing, and Edward with your... not smashing your nosy ornament but with your getting a present from an ornament-distracted Isabelle. Uh. I'd invite Isabelle, but ahahahaha, yeah, like that would work out well for either of us. And, hey, Travis! You can bring that loud music you were listening to along! To this hypothethical Christmas afternoon we're all going to have together, I don't know, pff. Like, as far as I know, you're all Jewish or something and I'm just being an ass.

Anyway, I have to spend some of my day in town anyway. Hannibal put me in charge of taking care of his cat while he's gone, and it's my first important job as his TA this semester or something. Maybe get together with somebody you love today, like Clint and Kitty did yesterday, decorating the tree and teasing one another about terrible life choices and watching visions of them and a future kid in a Christmas ornament... Fandom, you're weird. Cosette and Éponine showed us how it's done with some family history and a whole whack of forgiveness, and then an invite to Christmas dinner, awww. And then, if you were lucky enough to be around and outside in the streets overnight, you might have had the chance to hear Dracula outside the Boards, playing carols on an old guitar he found inside.

Huh. Carols. Maybe I could spend today doing that...

Eh, whatever. Merry Christmas and happy assorted other holidays, Fandom. Whether you're celebrating something today or not, have a good one. Sparkle out.
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*Chittering to the tune of Deck the Halls*

... Oh God, seriously? First the pack of gremlins outside doing a show-stopping rendition of I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus, and now this? Like, it's good that you guys are getting into the holiday spirit or whatever, but you know I have a broadcast to do, right?

*Louder chittering to the tune of Deck the Halls!*

Oh, for *feedback*'s sake! If you guys stop for the next, like, three minutes, I'll leave the equipment going and you can carol to the whole damn island, okay?

*Chitt-- silence.*

Good. Okay. This is Sparkle, I'm not even sorry for the devil's pact I just made here, and this is the news, where sweet *feedback*-all happened in the school yesterday because it's the winter break and shame on anybody who wants classes right now. In the Dorms, the only thing the squirrels managed to creep in on was how Flick was in his room reading, and over in Town, Hannibal had Jono and, like, some old grey cat, over for dinner. And, hey, he already had cat supplies sitting around from all the cat-watching he does, so that's cool.

At the Book Haven, Alana was stuffing her suitcase into a closet when she had a bunch of Hershey's Kisses come tumbling at her, and Elsa had, like, way less at the Magic Box, which she was eating while reading some book about Christmas traditions or something.

And that's it, so I'm going to leave with, like, a request. Do you guys do Fairytale of New York?

*Hushed, conferring chittering. And then, loudly and enthusiastically... more appropriately-drunken chittering.*
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Alright, so! Last week of classes, I'm pretty sure nobody's possessed, hey Fandom, this is Sparkle. Let's do this!

Over at the School, Atton's Getting By class met in a state station in the Danger Shop, where if people wanted to do more than just pass, they could try to find their way off. Except me. Atton had pizza for me, and we talked about, like, what classes he wanted to teach next semester. I think the pizza class I suggested is a no-go, but he's chewing on a self-defense class, so that's good anyway. Thor's Heroic Tales class talked about what kind of stories people would include in their own heroic tales, and I'll get back to you on that one once I actually do something heroic, okay? And Ghanima's Terrain class went to Arrakis-a-la-Danger-Shop to ride sandworms.

And then, over at the Dorms, the creepy squirrels were in Ichabod's room today, watching him get angry at reading a letter. They even stuck around after he stormed out again, long enough to catch Celia going in and finding the thing too. Consensus is, she wasn't all that happy about the letter, either. Greeaaaaat. That sounds like it's gonna get messy.

And it looks like nobody was up for doing a hell of a lot in town today, so that's it, that's the news. Have a good day, Fandom. Don't get eaten by anything during the last of your finals. And this is Sparkle, getting the hell off the air.
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Uh, hey, Fandom? You ever have a feeling like maybe you're being followed? Because I have had that feeling pretty much since the moment I set foot outside of the dorms this morning, and it kinda went away whenever I turned around, but, you know, for the most part...

Hnnnngh.

So, I'm gonna finish up here as quickly as I can today, and then I'm going to get back to the dorms, because there is only a certain amount of heebie-jeebie I'm willing to take in a day, and it's still morning, and I'm at my maximum, here.

Heebie-Jeebie News! )
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You know, I don't actually want to know where the squirrels scored a whole deep-fried turkey leg at this time of the morning. I really don't? Hey, Fandom. This is Sparkle, and happy Thanksgiving, even if you weirdos celebrate it, like, a month too late.

Of course, it's not my holiday, so selflessly and totally magnanimously, I'm here today to read you the news. I won't even ask for a bite of the squirrel-chewed turkey leg. That's how giving I am. Thank me later.

Anyway, at the School yesterday, Atton's Hostile World class got to listen to a lecture about sleep deprivation and keeping warm in the cold. Atton even led us through a few exercises to help us stay more alert when we're about to pass the hell out, which was helpful, except, like I said to him after those were through, he hadn't had a proper sleep in god-knows-how-long, so I sent him home early as his intrepid TA and threatened to feed him later, when he woke up, too. Thor's Heroic Tales class got a movie day. You probably know the one if you're from Earth - King of the Bracelets? The one with the really hot elf that most people would do no matter what their sexual preferences are. And that kind of scruffy hot king that I would do because Viggo Mortensen. And then Lady Ghanima's Terrain class had a field trip day, taking off to check out the Field Museum in Chicago. I once had a stopover in their airport on one of my flights back home. What I know about Chicago is that their airport is bigger than some shopping malls I used to hang out in back in Toronto. And probably the entire island.

In the Dorms, because the squirrels are back to being creepers, Anders was watching cooking show marathons in the third floor common room. He and Nathan had no idea what to make of how much food was on the TV - story of my life - and then they made apologies for being bratty little kids last weekend. Because, you know, kids are brats. Kathy was awkward at Nathan, who was awkward back when she said she wanted to meet Anders' friend, and it was a whole bunch of awkward awkwardness from two people who are awkward like awkward things. The fact that she was there in teddy bear pajamas talking about the virtues of sweet potatoes might have helped that awkward along. It's hard to take people in teddy bear jammies seriously. You should always wear a kitty cat onesie instead, for maximum seriousness.

And then, moving on into the Town, everything was pretty quiet, though earlier in the day Hannibal and I were doing some prep for his Thanksgiving dinner today - be there, we are making like a shit-tonne of food - and, like, we even juiced some carrots to turn into air. Seriously. Edible air. It will be awesome, or weird as shit, or both.

And with that said, I need to get back there to help with the cooking all the things. I think I get to work with truffles today - truffles like mushrooms that are worth more than all the food I eat in a week - and caviar and it isn't my holiday, but today's probably going to be awesome. Have a good Thanksgiving, American Fandomites. Eat turkey. Eat a lot of turkey.
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Hey, Fandom! This is Sparkle, and today's broadcast is going to be short on account of I have no freaking voice and I'm powering through this through force of will and breakfast rum alone. If whatever one of you Squirrels who was hopped up on cough medicine during Cecil's broadcast would be kind enough to share...

*Chittering*

DayQuil, huh? I'm sure it's no Buckley's, but what the hell.

...

Oh god it's no Buckley's but it's still pretty heinous. Okay, bring on the notes.

In School yesterday, Atton's Getting By class talked about fear. What happens physically when you're afraid, and there was a sharing and caring session where we talked about when we have been. Noooot usually something I share with the class, but hey, half of what comes out of my mouth is bullshit and the other half is Broadway tunes anyway. Heroic Tales had students sharing stories from their worlds, which, holy shit, is a pretty broad category, isn't it? I wouldn't know where to start. Maybe I'd make something up. This DayQuil stuff is pretty good, isn't it? And Terrain payed dressup today! Oh! Oh! Can I retroactively take that class I love playing dressup! Dibs on the top hat! Please say there's a top hat?

The dorms were quiet again yesterday, but in Town we had Hatter under the covers in his apartment drinking wine and sending text messages. So. Living the dream, you know? I'm jealous anyway. Can I have more of that DayQuil? No? Look, you can't blame me for asking, I sound like I've been gargling fucking thumbtacks. Roland was playing wintry music for coffee outside of the Perk yesterday, which, hey, I've totally tried to sing for hot drink money before. They usually pay me to shut up but either way I get my coffee, you know? Win-win. And at Book Haven, Alana was so not thinking too hard about cookbooks in the shape of, you know, blood bags and brains and people and great good to know they stock cannibal cookbooks wonderful oh god I'm going to throw up excuse me Fandom I'm gonna just --
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Oooooooh, do you know the radio man, the radio man, the radio maaaaan?

What? I don't need a weird weekend in order to randomly burst into song, here. Hey, Fandom. This is Sparkle, and yet again, I've got notes here, and squirrels there, and if I get to reading them fast enough, they'll even give me some of their rum, time of day be damned! So!

Over at the School yesterday, Atton's Hostile World class talked about lies and morals, and that's the truth. Heroic Tales wrote some music, and Terrain class met on a beach to do some scuba, which Elsa tapped out on for can't-swim-don't-make-me reasons.

In the Dorms, because the squirrels are still creepy, Johnny had pizza and The Buonarotti Cipher in the third floor common room, which led to him telling Cosette about how bad the books are, and she congratulated him for coining the term, 'carpe bookum.' Kaylin got Johnny to tell her that the movie was a work of fiction and they talked about crazy conspiracy theorists and Tom Hanks for a while, and Cosette told her that she had trouble with telling fact from fiction on TV around here, too. I'd say that if there's a consistent plot, it's usually a safe bet that it's probably fake. Unless it's reality television, and then you're on your own.

And in Town, coffee was, like, pretty much it. Irene was at the Perk in the morning, being wowed by how quickly they rolled out the peppermint gingerbread everything because holiday commercialism works quick here in North America, and Jim Kirk hit the place up later in the day to talk flamingo molestation with Cara.

The squirrels probably left something important out with that last note, but you know what? That line is too screwed up and funny on its own for me to care enough to dig for context, so that's what you get, Fandom, and I'm done here. Catch you next week!
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Huh. Another sticky note? No, no, I'm not complaining. It just means I'll have to drink this rum faster, is all.

Hey, Fandom! This is Sparkle, and this week's broadcast is really going to be more like the greatest hits in what you've missed at school yesterday! Like how in Atton's Getting By class we played Two Truths and a Lie before I gave Atton some pointers in stepping up his lying game, and how Heroic Tales got to spend their class reading and discussing the Y-People comics, and what they would do with awesome powers if the world hated and feared them. Help them? Leave them to their fate?

You know, I was totally fireproof once? I don't think there's much I could have done to help people who hated and feared me even if I wanted to. But it would sure make arson much easier. Becoming the world's most small-scale supervillain totally wasn't an option, wasn't it? I mean, I have low standards, here. I like not dying. It's a thing I do.

And that is seriously, literally, everything the squirrels thought was worth talking about this week. So I'm going to go and contemplate this potential new life of supervillainy while lamenting that I don't actually have powers. Maybe I'll be one of those, like, high-tech villains. Only, the cheap shoplifting-from-the-dollar-store type. Glitterbombs and crap. Did you guys know you let the shittiest supervillain in the multiverse be your student body president? Yeah, there's no escaping it now. You're pretty much all doomed. I'm going to go rig up random showerheads in the boys' bathrooms in the dorms to spray glitter at people when you turn the water on, because that is exactly the sort of psychological warfare I'm totally capable of, here. Sparkle, out.


[ooc: Feel free to get yourselves glitterbombed in the men's rooms today if you like! Sparkle will just laugh and say he totally warned y'all if you confront him about it.]
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Hey, Fandom! Sparkle here, with, like, a sticky note with some squirrel scratch on it. Seriously. I guess the population of the island is still recovering from Homecoming or something. Not that I'd know. All I remember would be doggie costumes and a whole lot of cold cuts.

And wanting to piss on somebody's shoe, I think.

Anyway, let's get this over with, huh? In School news, Atton's Getting By class learned how to hack and rewire stuff, but mostly I just remember hauling around half my weight in handouts for the class. Thor's Heroic Tales class got to experience a shipwreck, along with all the survival lessons that comes with that sort of thing. And then Terrain class was called on account of the teacher being a lion cub. I think it's probably something in the water, honestly.

We were boring enough to keep the squirrels out of the dorms, but in Town, Nathan was reading storybooks out loud in the preserve when Anders wandered by and made jokes about being able to spell names and nicknames and last names, before the conversation turned to family and went all serious. In his apartment, Flash was watching sports teams getting out there and sportsing really hard. And also texting. Probably also about sports. Or Taylor Swift. Or both? I'm not sure. The squirrel ran out of sticky note and this thing is running up along one side of the paper and forming a border now. At the Book Haven, Alana had... loud books? And Vic was doing, like, coffee quality control or something at the Perk when Eliot... something about Folgers crystals and a Balkan prison, and I don't actually care what the conversation was about enough to try to decipher the rest of the sticky note scribble, because real life can't possibly live up to the possibilities that free association has to offer, there.

And that's that. Have a good Thursday, folks. Sparkle out.
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Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh, is it morning already? That's not even okay, Fandom. It's too early to be morning, come get me sometime in the mid-afternoon. That's the perfect place for a morning, okay?

No?

Fandom, you're a jerk.

But hey, here are notes for the School, so I guess I'll read those. In Atton's Getting By class, we discussed that near-and-dear topic to my heart, that one where Fandom's being-a-jerk-ness follows us the hell home. There was a brainstorming session, of, like, weird shit that happens and how to cover our asses when it does, and then Atton and I had this epic marker war because shut up, we get to define what maturity means to us. Yesterday's other classes actually sounded pretty cool too, I guess, with Heroic Tales learning how to make mead, and Terrain class going rock climbing. See, I wouldn't have minded being a full-time student yesterday. That's how it's done, Fandom High.

In the Dorms because the squirrels are still creepers, Gwen was nursing away a cold in her room with Netflix and bunny slippers, and Sia was tripping over a dog and texting plans to hang out with Atton in hers. Good. Just... Good. Nathan was feeling like crap - I'm sensing a theme here - and drawing in his room when Edward stopped by to talk about drawing and magic and Nathan's feeling sick, and Anders stopped in to introduce Nathan to his new kitten. It's proven fact that kittens are good for what ails you. See, if someone had stopped by Nathan's room with, like, a box of kittens, he'd be feeling better in no time. Forward some of those along to Gwen while you're at it, okay?

Moving along again, out of creepy territory and into Town, Aeryn was unloading a shipment of pumpkin spice scented ammunition - oh, that shit just is not right - at the Freedom Arms. Alana kept waiting for the other shoe to drop in a perfectly normal but slightly candy corn scented Book Haven, and Elsa was wearing jeans over at the Magic Box, which broke Barry's brain, but got her a date on Friday, so she's clearly going to have to wear jeans more often.

And that's allllll the notes. I'm gonna retreat back to my room and sleep until proper, three-in-the-afternoon morning, now. Bye, Fandom. Have a good one.
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Oookay, so I was damn near concussed with a stack of notes this morning when I tried to sleep in. That was a fun experience that I'd like to never, ever repeat again, please. I'm looking at you, squirrels. I can't read notes if I'm unconscious. Doesn't work that way.

That said, I have a crapload of 'em, so I better get started now that I'm up.

Porn Party Radio )
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Mmmmm, no, just five more minutes... I don't wanna be up. Yeah, yeah, I know I'm already here, but doesn't sleep sound awesome?

You guys are jerks.

Anyway, hi Fandom, this is Sparkle and the squirrels are handing me notes. Hi, notes. I'm gonna read you all, and then I'm gonna go back to bed for a couple of hours and maybe I'll even wake up for Creative Writing class. At the School. Where yesterday Atton's Hostile World class got to try to feed themselves for like a week on ten bucks. It can be done, if you don't mind scurvy, by the way. Heroic Tales got to go down in a submarine thanks to that book about being, you know, underwater, and Terrain class had to build a shelter in the Artcic. Brr. I don't envy you guys this week.

... Why are you looking at me like that, squirrels? I'm Canadian, but that doesn't necessarily give me a distinct advantage there. Jeeze.

Oh, and in her office, Irene was doing some internet surfing. The notes don't say what she was surfing for, but considering what class she teaches, her students might or might not want to fear next week's class.

Not much went on in the Dorms, Except for Edward punting a gremlin out the window when the little shit tried to get the drop on him from above. That is sweet, man. Teach the rest of us that, would you?

And then, around Town, Kenzi was declaring open season on pumpkins over at Luke's, Alana spent most of her shift catching up on reading a book series she liked over at Book Haven, and Roland was actually singing some contemporary music over in the Park. And then, wrapping up the evening, Kira and Johnny had a dinner date over at Taste of Thai. They talked a little bit about lighting foxes on fire -- that can't be right, squirrels.

*Chittering*

Ah. They talked a little bit about lighting Johnny on fire and about foxes, and then more flirting happened, which doesn't even really need to be reported on when it comes to one of Johnny's... not even dates. Interactions. Does it?

Anyway, that's all the notes, and I'm only barely keeping from drooling on myself at this point, so back to bed. Mmm, bed.
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Notes notes notes, guess who has notes! I mean, it shouldn't be a difficult thing to do since I do this every Thursday and I'm in the radio station and all, but yeah, it's me. Sparkle. Surrounded by squirrels who are demanding that bribe I mentioned at the party on Monday.

Look, guys. Something came up. Maybe hold off on breaking my kneecaps with those tiny baseball bats I'm certain you liberated from a Malibu Stacy playset, and I'll get you your rum after the broadcast.

*Hushed chittering*

Yeah, I thought you'd see it my way. Anyway, it would be hard to read notes around all the laugh-- screaming I'd be doing. So, let's get started?

Thursday Radio! )
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Ahahahaha, oh shit we were busy last night. Hey, Fandom! Sparkle here, and I have a stack of notes as thick as my skull here to read. That particular squirrel so deserves a raise. How much rum can you drink without going blind, little buddy?

*Chittering*

DDR Radio! )
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Ah, Thursday. We meet again. You know, if I get voted in as Student Council president, my first official move will be to outlaw Thursdays so that we can get to the weekend faster.

*Chittering and tiny applause!*

See? I've already got their votes. And notes! I have... notes. Which won't be an issue once Thursdays are illegal!

Thursdays-Are-Still-Legal Radio )
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Ahahahaha, shit, I've missed being kidnapped by you little jerks.

*Chittering*

Yeah, I know. It's hard to kidnap someone who hasn't been around. Well, you're stuck with me for another year, now. Might as well make use of it, huh? Hey, Fandom. This is Sparkle - yes, new kids, that is my real name and I'll give you a black eye if you say anything about it to my face - and I guess it'll be Thursday mornings you're stuck with me if you want to listen to me giving you all of the slightly creepy news you never wanted a bunch of squirrels writing about.

And with that, I've got notes. )
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*soft chittering*

*muffled movement*

*one loud CHITTER*

What? You! What are you doing here?Hannibal and Sparkle radio! )
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Hey, Fandom. Like, whoever's left or whatever. This is Sparkle, bringing you the news one last time this semester. You know, however much there is of it, anyway. No school, and the dorms were quiet as heck because everyone's off somewhere or other or they're just gone forever.

I hate this place so much.

But anyway, stuff happened in town, at least. Like how Liara met Yeul at the Causeway with some off-island book shopping in mind, but apparently they didn't end up in Baltimore when they crossed the land bridge. Huh. Wonder if I can piss off to Toronto that way. Aeryn was assembling weapons at Freedom Arms when Old Man Skywalker stopped by to ask about projectile weapons. Roland was playing Tom Petty music in the park, though Éponine teased him about how the song might drive people away. I'm sure he's not that bad. Elsa was translating runes at the Magic Box, and Alana was drying off and drinking tea at the Book Haven, where Rosalind apologized for not stopping in last week and asked if there was anything she needed help with.

My favourite part of the broadcast, now. The bars. Seriously, big fan. Devil's Nest had an antsy Derek staring at the clock, and Kitty stopped by to apologize for being weird last week and they talked therapy stuff, and at Caritas Jake was wearing pink. Even the drinks were pink. Not a bad colour for a Wednesday.

And that's that. So... yeah. I'm going back to bed. I probably won't crawl under it and try to wait out the rest of my time on the island from there, but we'll see.
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Last week of classes radio is always the best radio. It's that week where I get to tell you all about all the different things the teachers have come up with to test whether or not you deserve that passing grade you're gonna get anyway. Hey, Fandom. This is Sparkle, and here's today's news.

Finals Week Radio! )
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Heeey, Fandom. This is Sparkle again, for one of the last broadcasts I'm gonna be making this semester. So, let's make this one short and sweet, huh?

In School, Pinkie's baking class was working on the perfect soufflé, which, surprising nobody, Isabelle managed to screw up as Rilla watched. Must've been a hell of a show. And literature had their review, since finals are next week. Ugh, finals. I can't even really study for my classes. This'll be rich. And in her office, Zoe was having landscaping woes, something to do with getting the lawns prettied up in time for grad.

Looks like nothing interesting happened in the dorms, but over in Town, Kenzi had the snack foods out at Luke's, Aeryn was on time and cleaning guns at Freedom Arms, and Eleanor couldn't find music she liked at Groovy Tunes, but Celia did stop by to tell her that she scored a date. Atta girl, Celia! And, at the Perk, Allie was quietly reading when Clint paid her a visit to do some catching up and talk about vacation plans. Something that'd have a good view at night. I know a lotta cities that look pretty freaking amazing from high up.

... Okay, I know two. Toronto and Baltimore. I don't travel much. But still.

That's all the notes, so take care, Fandom. Stay yourselves. All that good stuff. Sparkle, out.
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Faaaaaaaandom. Hiiiiiii. It's me, Sparkle, with a cat on my shoulder because he figured he wanted the fresh air today and, I dunno, a half-sheet of notes, which has me half-worried that you've all been kidnapped by Vikings or something. Don't even tell me that's an unreasonable thing to assume around here. I mean, there were vikings a couple of weeks ago.

I ever mention how much I hate this place? I hate this place.

Okay, I'll read off these notes starting at the School, where Lit had a meta for To Kill a Mockingbird movie day and The Grumpus and Twinklepony Happy Baking Funtime Hour made cream pies.

That is it. That was what happened at the school today. Nothing at all happened in the dorms, but over in Town Allie paid Kaidan a visit to talk about what was going on in her home and then drag him along with. Maybe she's a viking. Maybe she took everyone else on the island with her, too? Except Victor, who was dodging falling raspberries at Stark Industries, and Kenzi, who had pizza at Luke's. At the Groovy Tunes, Eleanor was listening to some remixes by The Submarines, which Joker approved of, even though he usually hates music from this century. Because he's a crazy man who hates joy, I think. Derek was frowning at paper at the Devil's Nest when New Guy Eliot showed up with a super specific request for 'beer.' And then he was all offended when The Grumpus served him Bud. Dude, brand names. They're a thing. You wanna give 'em a try around here, or you'll get, you know, American beer. And nobody wants that.

What? I'm Canadian. I drink, like, Keith's. And Molson. And Moosehead. Yes, Canada has a beer named Moosehead. There's your fun fact for the day, Fandom. Enjoy. I mean, unless you've actually been kidnapped by Vikings. In which case... save your own damn selves. Sparkle, out.
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Oh, hey. This is a thing. Look, it's me. And I'm here. And there are notes. Notes courtesy of squirrels - how did you guys not change that whole time anyway? - doesn't matter. Gimmie the notes so I can get this over with.

Raaaaadio )
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Holy *microphone feedback*ing *feedback*, did I come in on Saturday or what? It's like there are more of you out there running around doing shit or something.

*Chittering*

... Well, tell them to go home. It's too early in the morning to read this many notes.

*Chittering*

Okay. Share that rum with me and I'll do it. Hey, Fandom. It's Sparkle, and I guess there are extra people out there? Hi, extra people. Good job being all... there, where the squirrels could see you. Challenging my ability to read microscopic chicken scratch first thing in the morning before rum.

Raaadio! )
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Good morning, Fandom. It's me again, Sparks, with notes in one hand and coffee in the other, because that's the only way I'll ever get through the day when the squirrels bounce me out of bed so early in the morning. It's kind of cruel and unusual, not giving me another five minutes. I mean, I'm a growing boy here!

But I'm a growing boy with notes, so I guess I'll start with School, where Mercy played substitute in Emergency Medical Situations by linking her classmates to a site about herbs, Jess had her Literature class give oral reports, and Derek had the baking class make snowball cookies. If anyone in that class loves me, they'll share. Meanwhile, over in the library, Sholeh had stuff out and ready in case people wanted to start researching whatever's been going on lately. That would be cool. If one more person asks me, "Since when have you had parents?" I think I'm going to scream.

The squirrels didn't feel like being terribly voyeuristic in the dorms yesterday, but over in Town, Dinah was drinking beer on her fire escape at MHA when she got a phone call and asked her caller what she was working on when they last talked. Elsa was translating runes and being stared at by the stock at the Magic Box, Eleanor seemed a bit distracted during her Groovy Tunes shift until Jono came down to check on her, a href Kenzi threatened the staff of Luke's before bequeathing a glorious tutu unto Amelia, who totally beat me there this afternoon. Quick kid. Trapped on the island - you get a lot of that here - Aeryn was watching flamingos in the park when Cecil wandered by with his and a wave hello. Which all happened sometime before Bruce dragged some kid named Robin out there to perform on a stage. With swans. Robin didn't like zee swans, and argued with Bruce about how tough it is always dancing with girls for the sake of fame and fortune.

My heart bleeds for you, kid. It really does.

And finally, at Caritas, Jake Doyle was dealing with a personal crisis not unlike the sort we all seem to be having lately by doing the sane thing in this situation and drinking.

If it wasn't so early in the morning, I'd say that was a great idea and ask the squirrels to spike my coffee. Have a good day, Fandom.
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Hi, Fandom! It's me again, Sparks, because squirrels are kind of evil and they have me outnumbered. If you've ever been accosted by two dozen squirrels in your bed first thing in the morning, you'll know what I mean. I just hope they didn't wake anybody else up. Furry little jerks.

But, you know, I'm here, right? So I might as well get this over with. They'll get sick of me someday and move on to someone else, I'm sure.

Maybe.

I hope.

Radio! )
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Hey, all, like, five people out there on the island these days, this is Sparkle, as, you know, usual, with notes about what's going on in freaking, like... where is Bali, anyway? I feel like I'd probably feel like I was missing out more if I knew where the hell it was, you know? I know it has spas, like the one Kitty went to, and you can, like, play... what's squash? Jack Naught did that while Alana took in the yoga.

Celia and Cade took in the local whatever-the-food-is at the Garden Cafe, Stiles got some texts that had him worried at that other, more different restaurant, and like half the female population of the school hit up the - I can't even pronounce that, but I'm assuming it was a pool. I'm saying it was a pool. Suck it up and deal if it isn't, you're in Bali, you don't even care, god.

And then Hanna - teacher, formerly male but can't remember that and that's completely freaking weird Hanna, not my coworker at Demon Marcus - went to check out the Museum Pasifika. What kind of museum is tha-art museum, and I'm actually sort of jealous. Were photos allowed, Dr. Lecter? It's not every day you get to take in that many East Asian pieces of art all collected under one roof like that.

And then, in the evening, people waved farewell to Bali and headed off to Kuala Lumpur. Still jealous, guys. Maybe next school trip, I'll be able to convince my parents to let me leave the continent. It'll happen someday, I swear. Anyway, in Malaysia, the squirrels totally weren't being voyeuristic was Rilla went for a bath in her room, but they were lamenting that there's only one pool at this new tropical resort that they've stopped at. Poor squirrels. You'll understand if I'm more sympathetic toward Maddie, who had to deal with Jackson's splashing her while doing laps in a pool that isn't, you know, made for laps.

Don't be that guy, guys.

And making up for the lack of multiple pools - seriously, you guys are all spoiled rotten out there - Sia hit up Mosaic's dessert bar, Atton went to Cascade for whiskey, Isabelle watched them prepare the sushi at Wasabi Bistro, at Lounge on the Park, Karolina, you know, lounged while reading a romance novel, and at the MO Bar, Cade asked Kitty if he should be eating the Wagyu.

Cade, if you didn't eat the Wagyu, you missed out. Seriously. If you didn't eat it, I want you to go back there, talk to the nice waiter or waitress about getting yourself some, and then put the beef in your face. You'll thank me. Do it so that I can live vicariously through you.

And... I think that's all of the notes. This is Sparks *microphone feedback*, and here's hoping that everyone has as much fun in Malaysia as they did in Indonesia while I'm here wasting away on a much smaller, less tropical island. Bring me back a souvenir or something, okay?
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Faaaandom. Fandom, hi, Fandom. I wan't to start my broadcast today by posting, like, a verbal missing poster for five pairs of lemon yellow socks. I mean, I think they're missing, I know I can't find them. But then, knowing this place, it's totally possible the island just went right ahead on its own and replaced them with a single kiwi fruit and four pairs of little girl-sized flowery pink knee-highs. And, you know, I'd totally wear them, even. If they fit. I'm going to save them for this kid I know? But I really, really want to know where my socks went. Especially since if someone stole them, I'm going to have to punch them in the dick.

You know how it goes.

Anyway, that's not why the squirrels dragged me here today, so I guess I'll get on with telling you what happened at the School yesterday. Like how the Baking Buddies class made Parker House rolls, and I don't know what those are, but they involved dough balls, so... Yeah. Med-emerg watched Dual Survival, but mostly they just watched McCoy make an ass of himself with the projector. Cade, if you or this Joker guy the squirrels are talking about got any video, you know what to do. And, continuing movie day tradition, Lit class had one of those, too. And handed in book reports. Because Lit class.

Dorms were boring yesterday, so, moving right on to Town, April wanted to go on the spring break trip, so it was free puppies from Furnado for any teacher who offered to take her. And, like, they're free all the time anyway? So go adopt puppies, people. Teacher-Jack stopped by to haggle, and managed to score free dog food and dog walkings out of the deal, instead of another dog. Guess that works, too. Stark Industries was full of temporary antique clocks and permanent kiwi fruit when Victor came in for his shift. Victor, have you seen my socks? Eleanor was listening to old blues at Groovy Tunes, and there's a sense of musical taste I can get behind, right there. Kenzi had bantha steak - whatever that is - and kiwi fruits - seriously? - at Luke's, and Mike E at the Turtle & Canary had kiwis of the bird variety to deal with, instead. So it wasn't him that took his socks. I've got my eye on you, though, Vic and Kenz. Vic, oh my god, though, you took Isabelle on a date at the freaking Sushi Station? Seriously? And man, if you wanted to learn how to walk in heels that badly, I could've taught you. God.

Betrayed. Betrayed for the enemy by a guy with an overabundance of kiwifruits. This is the most tragic Thursday ever.
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You know, I've decided I don't actually mind being kidnapped by drunk squirrels every Thursday all that much after all, Island? It makes me feel like a... like... I dunno. A frigging fairytale princess or something. Which might have its downsides, what with all the being kidnapped by evil witches and like dragons and shit? But it also gives me an excuse to break into song whenever I want. You don't get that very often.

Not even in Vegas, apparently. Not that I'm bitter.

But that's all in the past! In the present, I have notes! Radio notes! Which I might or might not choose to sing about, because that's just the sort of morning it is. Starting, of course, with what happened over at the School yesterday. Like the friggin' puppies in Emergency Med as they covered service dogs, though McCoy didn't think Cecil's dress would hold up to the class activity. Ah, heteronormativity. Students paired off to work with the service dogs, which led to Joker getting a rundown of our Vegas trip from Cecil, because of said dress. And Mercy was steering clear of the dogs, because some people just aren't dog people, I guess.

Lit talked about how much Much Ado would be different if it was a modern story, and I'm pretty sure the answer to that is, have you ever watched a rom com? I'd be willing to put money on most of them just being that one with a different wardrobe. Friendery-Bakery was making sugar cookies for that special, uh, somepony? And Isabelle gave Victor the 'so get another girlfriend' advice to help him cope with a case of the lonelies. 'Cause rebound-dating is always a great idea.

And in the library, Sho didn't trust the weird skittery silence, so she took off early. I'm not sure if that's something that can be blamed on the island, or if that's just, like, a normal thing that all libraries have.

In the lobby of the Dorms, Loki had flower sales and dance ticket sales and more glitter than anyone should ever be trusted, and he knew what to do with it. Joker, meanwhile, just inherited a single, so he spent yesterday letting his mess creep into the other side of his room, too. Lucky.

In the warehouse district of Town, a little kid was... You know, there was a little kid. Probably not there any more. Weird island vision or something. Out by the Boardwalk, both Cosette and Éponine stopped to listen to the random French music in the unseasonably warm weather there. Yeul was on the beach, where she had a conversation with Jono about the weekend and some guy misunderstanding her in class one day, and Liara about being busy and not talking for a while and how Liara has a job now. Yeah, that kind of thing just kind of happens around here. I think it's weird, too.

April was dealing with a loose bird over at Furnado, where Clint stopped by for a visit. And, you know, to look at animals because that totally doesn't lead to coming home with like eight more animals ever. Victor was listening to his headphones at Stark Industries, because the other option was listening to, uh, himself. Some people are just that weirded out by the sound of their own voice. It's a thing. Kenzi was nursing a sugar hangover at Luke's, where she was dealing with polar bears in the freezer. Because of course she was. And Jake at Caritas found a trebuchet in the stock room. Which could either be the weapon or the font, either way I'm trying to figure out how the hell that happened.

All the more reason to go drinking on a fake I.D. in Vegas, I guess. Happy Thursday, Island!
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Hell-OOOOOOO? No like weird apparitions in the station today? Creepy ginger guy? Also-creepy-not-ginger-guy-that-he-was-talking-to? Because the squirrels got me up way too early and I don't want to do this today, so if you guys would be so kind to stop by and maybe just perform the greatest hits of what happened around the island yesterday...

*silence*

No takers? Yeah, well, your hair was stupid.

Thursday Radio! )
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Reno: Yo, Fandom! Looks to me like we got another Tuesday.

Sparkle: It's Thursday.

Reno: A good Tuesday.

Sparkle: Thursday.

Reno: A fine Tuesday.

Sparkle: Still Thursday, creepy semi-transparent ginger guy.

Reno: The kinda Tuesday where the squirrels, furry little saints that they are, bring me booze.

Sparkle: ... Oh. Hey, if I go along with it, will the squirrels bring me s--

Reno: Yes, Fandom, you gotta tolerate another Tuesday night broadc-

Sparkle: Thursday morning, aaaaand he's gone. Well. That was messed up. Look, I'm gonna just flag the squirrels down for rum and pretend that didn't happen while I read the notes, here.

Thursday Radio! )
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Heeeey, island! All rested up? I know I'm sure the hell not. But here I am, doing my patriotic duty or something like that, all for you.

... You're all still in bed right now anyway, aren't you? Jerks.

Okay, so, news. )
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[personal profile] myownface
Heeey, Fandom. Looks like the squirrels approve of how I keep managing to do radio broadcasts without burning the place down, because I'm here again. I'm Sparkle, your resident pain in the *microphone-feedback* Torontonian punk-faced little shit. You guys are stuck with me on Thursday mornings. Aren't you happy?

Thursday Radio! )
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[personal profile] myownface
Seriously? Seriously, guys? You like me so much you're willing to lock me in here three times in four days, now? Or is it just that you figure I'm easy to kidnap? Because, you know, that's a damn dirty lie. Hear that, Fandom? I, Sparkle? Am not easy to kidnap.

... And I'll thank you to not put that to the test.

First Day of Classes Radio )

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