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fandom_radio2011-03-27 10:55 am
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Pirate Radio [Saturday, March 27, 2011]
Oh, this is poor form, mateys, having t' get up at the crack o' dawn twice in one week.
*chittering*
Or eight o'clock, or something. Bloody squirrels, who taught you to tell time? Let's get this over with and see if I can't head back t' bed and sleep until me shift on Monday.
There was nothing going on at the school today, which already makes this a much faster broadcast than Tuesdays, so well done, all of you.
In dorms, Nathan was doing his laundry, and that is news if he's from a time like mine. We are naught inclined t' do laundry unless it's raining and we're standing out in it. And then he said no to a wench--Caroline, for those who are keeping very close watch on their classmates, and that's rather creepy--who volunteered to fold his clothing for him. Never say no to a wench offering to do chores for ye! That's why they are called "chores" and not "drinking rum." Caroline found something other than not folding Nathan's shirts to keep her occupied today, if you were overly concerned: she was stalked by a wolf...and now I've given you all something else to worry about. She was fine, according to the notes, and saw a shirtless Jacob.
*happy chittering*
Which, according to squirrels, is a good thing. So take that under advisement. And Bod was organizing his desk. No Caroline to be seen. Ben and Leia were having a chat in the gym, which seems a much better use of the gym than practicing on the equipment. Their topic of choice was apparently Ben's father, who is Leia's brother...and now my head hurts at some ungodly time in the morning. You two owe me a drink. Later that evening, Bobby McCallister was attempting to make cookies on the second floor. As the dorms are still there, I am guessing nothing terribly untoward occurred. Shirtless Jacob--it doesn't say so in the notes, but it makes the squirrels happy--wondered what Bobby was trying to kill, as he is apparently a very bad chef, and learned that the butter was not cooperating, no matter how hard Bobby beat it. And that is why violence is never the---
*extended laughter*
I'm a bloody pirate. I can't finish that. Alex wondered if he should alert the fire department to Bobby's attempt at cookery, and Rilla suggested warming the butter in the microwave.
And finally, in town, the only part of the island that is really remotely interesting t' me, Eric was late arriving to the Devil's Nest and blaming daylight savings time. And now I need t' come up with another excuse for being late to work. Agent Mannheim interrupted Tino staring at Jaina...strange...at Caritas to have an absolutely riveting conversation about...zip codes. Ye need a better conversation starter, mate. Unless you're a eunuch, mayhaps?
And that's all I have today, so I'm heading back to bed. Enjoy your Sundays, if such is your tradition.
*chittering*
Or eight o'clock, or something. Bloody squirrels, who taught you to tell time? Let's get this over with and see if I can't head back t' bed and sleep until me shift on Monday.
There was nothing going on at the school today, which already makes this a much faster broadcast than Tuesdays, so well done, all of you.
In dorms, Nathan was doing his laundry, and that is news if he's from a time like mine. We are naught inclined t' do laundry unless it's raining and we're standing out in it. And then he said no to a wench--Caroline, for those who are keeping very close watch on their classmates, and that's rather creepy--who volunteered to fold his clothing for him. Never say no to a wench offering to do chores for ye! That's why they are called "chores" and not "drinking rum." Caroline found something other than not folding Nathan's shirts to keep her occupied today, if you were overly concerned: she was stalked by a wolf...and now I've given you all something else to worry about. She was fine, according to the notes, and saw a shirtless Jacob.
*happy chittering*
Which, according to squirrels, is a good thing. So take that under advisement. And Bod was organizing his desk. No Caroline to be seen. Ben and Leia were having a chat in the gym, which seems a much better use of the gym than practicing on the equipment. Their topic of choice was apparently Ben's father, who is Leia's brother...and now my head hurts at some ungodly time in the morning. You two owe me a drink. Later that evening, Bobby McCallister was attempting to make cookies on the second floor. As the dorms are still there, I am guessing nothing terribly untoward occurred. Shirtless Jacob--it doesn't say so in the notes, but it makes the squirrels happy--wondered what Bobby was trying to kill, as he is apparently a very bad chef, and learned that the butter was not cooperating, no matter how hard Bobby beat it. And that is why violence is never the---
*extended laughter*
I'm a bloody pirate. I can't finish that. Alex wondered if he should alert the fire department to Bobby's attempt at cookery, and Rilla suggested warming the butter in the microwave.
And finally, in town, the only part of the island that is really remotely interesting t' me, Eric was late arriving to the Devil's Nest and blaming daylight savings time. And now I need t' come up with another excuse for being late to work. Agent Mannheim interrupted Tino staring at Jaina...strange...at Caritas to have an absolutely riveting conversation about...zip codes. Ye need a better conversation starter, mate. Unless you're a eunuch, mayhaps?
And that's all I have today, so I'm heading back to bed. Enjoy your Sundays, if such is your tradition.