Fandom Radio, Monday, July 17, 2006

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GREG: Hello, Fandom! Say hello, girlies.

BECKY: No.

RORY: Why am I here?

GREG: Fine, okay, that was Crazy Hooker and Uptight Girl.

BECKY and RORY: HEY!

GREG: ...or Becky and Rory, whatever.

RORY: Can we please just do this so I can go back to my cabin?

BECKY: Got a slumber party to get to?

RORY: No, but do you want to be here?

GREG: Anyways it's time to talk about workshops yay!



Workshops!!

BECKY: 'Kay, so in Lying, they did research and some guy bugged Jarod about last week. Jesus, this is supposed to be summer, people. Why does it sound like school?

RORY: Look, just because you're an uneducated, knife-flinging, cookie-witholding -

GREG: Hey, hey, no need to ruin your manicure, honey. Claws can go away now.

RORY: Shut up.

GREG: I don't want to. In Earth music, they discussed how music is nonverbal -

BECKY: I got knifed in the stomach over this nonverbal crap and you people like it?

GREG: Can I see?

BECKY: No.

RORY: Ewwwww!

BECKY: ...I mean yes, yes you can.

GREG: Score!

RORY: EWEWEWEWEW NOT LOOKING EW.

GREG: COOOOOOOOOOOOOOL.

RORY: Okay, so Earth music also talked about medieval music. That's neat.

GREG: What happens if I poke -

BECKY: Don't try it.

RORY: And ANYWAY, in Retail, they paired up and practiced insults and OH MY GOD GREG STOP POKING HER WOUND THAT IS SO GROSS.

BECKY: Will you calm down? Christ. It doesn't hurt or anything.

GREG: It's soooo cool!

RORY: You are so gross. Becky, pull your shirt down. Greg, I am so fully telling Isabel that you were touching the hooker.

GREG: NOT FAIR.

RORY: TOUGH.

BECKY: Okay, MOM. In prissy, girly Baking -

GREG: I'm in there!

BECKY: ...point stands. So, they made cookies. Bel and Marie had a food fight, Sam and Molly got dirty -

RORY: Not like that.

BECKY: Were you there?

GREG: I was, and I'm not saying either way.

RORY: You are useless.

BECKY: Are you both like, twelve?

GREG: Sixteen!

RORY: Almost eighteen!

BECKY: ...ah. That girl with the hard name and Al worked together, as did Angela and Alanna.

RORY: Ow!

BECKY: What?

RORY: He poked me!

GREG: NUH UH.

RORY: YEAH HUH.

BECKY: ...

RORY: Grrr. In Arts and Crafts, they made birdbaths and added text to their scrapbooks and WILL YOU QUIT IT?

GREG: NO.

BECKY: Greg, stop poking Rory or I will stab you in the face.

GREG: ...'kay.

RORY: Thank y -

BECKY: Shut up. So...there was a chicken in charge of lunch today. This place is so random.

RORY: What, are you new?

Camp!

RORY: Early this morning, Vice Principal Pierce put up posters letting us know that curfew's lifted and we can all talk again. As you surely noticed.

GREG: I didn't.

RORY: I wish you couldn't talk, still.

BECKY: Children, please, Becky has a headache.

GREG: Can I poke your owie again?

BECKY: Su -

RORY: NO! In the fifth floor common room Pippi and Pip sang sea shanties, and Pippi sometimes meows!

GREG and BECKY: ...dirty?

RORY: I just read the notes, people.

BECKY: Meanwhile, John Connor and Jude bitched about the heat to Bel, who thinks it's hotter in hell. No shit.

RORY: No, it's literal. You see, Bel's a -

GREG: - demon. I know.

RORY: I wasn't telling you.

GREG: ANYWAY. River sang in a tree, Jack and Parker crashed on the roof, and John and Aeryn fought about sex.

RORY: ...I didn't need to know that.

GREG: Frankly, neither did I.

BECKY: Whoo, go John and Aeryn. Hope things got cleared up, kiddies!

RORY: *sigh* Nadia and Walter were kind of emo this morning after waking up all snuggly and warm. Poor things. I wonder if he made coffee for her after they snuggled.

GREG: Why do you look all moony?

RORY: ..I daydream about men making me coffee, okay?

BECKY: You need to get laid so badly.

RORY: OMGWTF.

GREG: ...were those words?

BECKY: Letters, I think. Look how red she is.

GREG: I think she might pop.

RORY: SO ANYWAY, Archie isn't weetiny anymore, which is good, and Becky, I swear to God, if you make a lewd joke here I will...I don't know. I'll do something.

BECKY: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahha I wasn't even going to ahahahahahahaha.

GREG: Pevensie and Willow had lunch, and they're cute. Dean and Alec did homework together, not dirty -

BECKY and RORY: Damn.

GREG: - and Molly brought cookies to one of my Stickbug brethren. I feel slighted.

RORY: You made cookies, dumbass.

GREG: I MADE YOU SWEAR.

RORY: ...shut up. Anyway, Dean and Alec took pictures, and Isabel called a couple people -

GREG: One of them was meeeeeeee!

BECKY: You are so sad.

GREG: What?

BECKY: With your little girlfriend.

RORY: Shut up, they're cute.

GREG: Aww, than -

RORY: You shut up too. Jack took care of Cedric tonight - that's like seventy kinds of cute - and Xander was looking at...stuff on his computer when Bridge walked in.

GREG: What kind of stuff?

RORY: ...I don't want to say.

BECKY: She went red again.

GREG: What was it, Rory? Inquiring minds want to kn -

RORY: IT WAS PORN. PORNY PORN PORN. PORNOGRAPHY. OH MY GOD, PEOPLE, I AM BEING SCARRED FOR LIFE OVER HERE. QUICK POKING AT IT.

GREG: ...reminds me. Becky, can I -

RORY: NO.

BECKY: Sorry, kid, I think we're about this close to breaking her. Anyway, on the roof, Nadia told Pippi she's leaving Fandom.

RORY: ...wait, seriously?

BECKY: That's what it says.

RORY: That makes me sad.

GREG: Me too.

BECKY: You two done with your emofest?

GREG: ...I guess. Uh, at the Seahorse campfire, Sam-the-girl watched the stars, and Tim stopped by for a chat.

Town!

BECKY: 'Kay, so in the clinic this morning, Jarod and I checked out, and a bunch of people visited the peeing kid.

RORY: ...peeing kid?

GREG: Jamie.

RORY: Do I want to know?

GREG: I dunno why Creepy Guy calls him that. Anyway, Trevor had the evening shift.

RORY: Over at Cafe Fina, the Doctor -

GREG: Cher.

RORY: Shut up. Anyway, he had dinner and chatted with Walter. In Caritas, Tim sat in the lounge and then sang, and Pippi talked to Jarod.

GREG: Earlier, Tex found the mayor at town hall - where else? Lana opened the bookstore and talked to Clark, and Luke's and All and Sundries were both open.

BECKY: Also, Connernanders are back, Jarod's girlfriend checked on him, and that idiot and Miho checked on me before my room was invaded by children.

RORY: I am so, so sorry. Not my choice.

GREG: You love it.


BECKY: Are we done?

RORY: *sounds of pages turning* ...YES. THANK GOD.

GREG: Can I po -

RORY and BECKY: No.

GREG: Hmph.

BECKY: Say night-night, kids.

RORY: You're like a year older. Stop condescending.

GREG: NIGHT PEOPLE!

BECKY: Just say goodnight, you prissy twit.

RORY: ...night, everyone.

BECKY: Byeeeeeeeee.