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Pirate Radio, Sunday, July 30
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likeguidelines bringin' ye all the latest in lies 'n gossip here at Fandom High.
Ye know ye love it. Turn up yer radios. The pirate be tellin' all.
Roomin'
Late, late last night, Alec be a no-good stickbug licker.
*laughter*
The cabin, apparently, which be makin' this in no way less bizarre.
Sam-who-be-not-a-wench 'n Dawn be wakin' up incredibly hungover, as be Rory 'n Anakin, who were also thar. If thar were an orgy 'n I be not invited, I be terribly unhappy...
'n speakin' o' orgies, Parker 'n Jack 'n Dawn be stoppin' by Isabel's 'n thar be talk about sex 'n paintin' things! Kinky. Then Greg be stoppin' by t' see the fruits o' their labors. Even more kinky!
Alec 'n Dean be tryin' t' remember the night before. Alec, ye licked a cabin. Ye might want t' get that checked.
Speakin' o' things t' get checked, John be pitchin' a tent in his room. I be fairly positive that be a euphemism, since Aeryn be thar.
In the gym this mornin', S-wench be practicin' her forms. Out in public? Ye brazen hussy. I be likin' that in a wench. John-who-be-a-Connor be workin' out wit' a heavy bag. Be that anything like yer animate sheet? Because if so, I be disturbed.
*pause*
Even if it be not, I still be disturbed. Sheets should be stayin' where they be. Anyway, Alanna be trainin' Parker-who-be-a-wench. *papers shuffle* It be not sayin' in what, but if it be "forms" I be thar wit' bells on. Sam-who-be-a-wench be runnin' into Parker-who-be-a-wench 'n be not dyin'! Good fer both o' ye.
Callynanders be discoverin' that they be comin' from a time ten years apart from each other. Huh. I suppose that be news. I be from 1750, if anyone be thinkin' they knew me from that time on Tortuga or somethin'.
Up on the fourth floor, Bel be cranky that he were bit by a gremlin yesterday. Don't ye be frettin', matey. At least ye didn't grease up yer hair 'n spend most o' the day swappin' spit wit' Parker-who-be-a-wench.
And no, that be never gettin' old. Anyway, apparently, Nadia bit Bel yesterday. That be soundin' dirty t' me. Blair be tryin' t' teach Doctor Cox t' be nice. I be wishin' ye luck, Blair, wit' that 'n wit' yer secret quest wit' the ladies at the Sin. Thar should be more people tryin' t' be like ye. Like *laughter* Bel, fer instance.
I be givin' ye a dollar if ye bounce fer me, Bel. That be no manner o' euphemism.
Up on the fifth floor, River be throwin' knives. As ye do. Fry be teachin' River about animals ye stuff--like a turkey, aye?--'n then Peter-who-be-not-a-Parker be thar talkin' t' her about siblings. Which ye be not stuffin', right? Walter be complimentin' River on her knife throwin' skills, which be the polite thing t' do if someone who be not ye be havin' a knife 'n then gettin' tea from Peter-who-be-not-a-Parker 'n figgerin' out what he 'n Nadia be up to yesterday. Aye, more gremlin bites. Parker be tellin' her about the rules o' Fandom about gremlin bites. If she be not sayin' that ye'll be mocked fer it fer the rest o' yer days, she be not tellin' ye true.
Then River's skill wit' a knife be killin'...the painted octopus on the wall. This apparently be hugely upsettin'. Huh.
This afternoon, Bel be not understandin' that the traditional way o' dealin' with gremlin bites is t' hide in yer room until the next bout o' stupidity strikes. Instead, he be on the second floor as well, where Conner be watchin' soccer. Or football. Or whatever. I be thinkin' after the World Cup be over that I be not havin' t' care about this anymore. Bel be promisin' not t' turn Nadia crispy, 'n Nadia 'n Conner be bondin' about video games.
Cally be talkin' t' Nadia on the roof, then Nadia be jumpin' off the roof wit' Walter. *shuffles papers* I be hopin' that Cally be not that bad a conversationalist.
Hermy be writin' home, Callisto be sleepin', Cedric 'n Dean be catchin' up, 'n Phoebe be talkin' t' Piper about Bel 'n basketball. Then Veronica be stoppin' by t' talk about Archie. Why be no one talkin' about me?
I be terribly interestin'.
Speakin' o' terribly interestin', S-wench be makin' a sandwich 'n talkin' wit' Jude.
*papers shuffle*
Sorry. That be not terribly interestin'.
Anyway, thar be revelin' up on the fifth floor--Pippi be convertin' the dead painted octopus into a new 'n different octupus 'n I be havin' no kind o' enough rum fer that t' make sense. Anders, Demyx 'n Fry be thar as well.
On the third floor, Angela be watchin' "I Love the 90s". The 1690s? The wigs be ridiculous. She be joined by Anders, Willow, Peter-who-be-not-a-Parker, Joxer, Zack, Marty, Hermione, 'n Briar.
Revelin'
Harper be gettin' an envelope today. Wow. Be throwin' a parade! In equally excitin' news, no one be in the clinic either this mornin' or tonight.
Pippi 'n Molly be stoppin' by Weasley's House of Whizzin' Whatevers, River 'n Tex be gettin' brunch this mornin', River be confessin' her octopus-slayin' ways at church 'n Alec be feedin' Jaye coffee t' cure her hangover. Personally, I be suggestin' more rum. If ye always be a little drunk, ye never be hungover!
Oooh! News about me! I were in Caritas tonight, learnin' about tippin' from GOB. Then I be gettin' tips from the Doctor, Xander 'n Yuuko. GOB be questionin' the Doctor's manliness 'n suggestin' Xander be goin' t' the Sin--they be treatin' ye right, I recommend it--'n talkin' Tokyo wit' Yuuko. Conner 'n the Doctor be flirtin' wit' Maureen. If ye be near Anders, I be expectin' the emo t' begin in three...two...one...
Oh, thar also be be a drinkin' nun.
That be all from the Crow's Nest! Keep an eye out fer Matey wit' the Hat 'n have a good night!
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Ye know ye love it. Turn up yer radios. The pirate be tellin' all.
Roomin'
Late, late last night, Alec be a no-good stickbug licker.
*laughter*
The cabin, apparently, which be makin' this in no way less bizarre.
Sam-who-be-not-a-wench 'n Dawn be wakin' up incredibly hungover, as be Rory 'n Anakin, who were also thar. If thar were an orgy 'n I be not invited, I be terribly unhappy...
'n speakin' o' orgies, Parker 'n Jack 'n Dawn be stoppin' by Isabel's 'n thar be talk about sex 'n paintin' things! Kinky. Then Greg be stoppin' by t' see the fruits o' their labors. Even more kinky!
Alec 'n Dean be tryin' t' remember the night before. Alec, ye licked a cabin. Ye might want t' get that checked.
Speakin' o' things t' get checked, John be pitchin' a tent in his room. I be fairly positive that be a euphemism, since Aeryn be thar.
In the gym this mornin', S-wench be practicin' her forms. Out in public? Ye brazen hussy. I be likin' that in a wench. John-who-be-a-Connor be workin' out wit' a heavy bag. Be that anything like yer animate sheet? Because if so, I be disturbed.
*pause*
Even if it be not, I still be disturbed. Sheets should be stayin' where they be. Anyway, Alanna be trainin' Parker-who-be-a-wench. *papers shuffle* It be not sayin' in what, but if it be "forms" I be thar wit' bells on. Sam-who-be-a-wench be runnin' into Parker-who-be-a-wench 'n be not dyin'! Good fer both o' ye.
Callynanders be discoverin' that they be comin' from a time ten years apart from each other. Huh. I suppose that be news. I be from 1750, if anyone be thinkin' they knew me from that time on Tortuga or somethin'.
Up on the fourth floor, Bel be cranky that he were bit by a gremlin yesterday. Don't ye be frettin', matey. At least ye didn't grease up yer hair 'n spend most o' the day swappin' spit wit' Parker-who-be-a-wench.
And no, that be never gettin' old. Anyway, apparently, Nadia bit Bel yesterday. That be soundin' dirty t' me. Blair be tryin' t' teach Doctor Cox t' be nice. I be wishin' ye luck, Blair, wit' that 'n wit' yer secret quest wit' the ladies at the Sin. Thar should be more people tryin' t' be like ye. Like *laughter* Bel, fer instance.
I be givin' ye a dollar if ye bounce fer me, Bel. That be no manner o' euphemism.
Up on the fifth floor, River be throwin' knives. As ye do. Fry be teachin' River about animals ye stuff--like a turkey, aye?--'n then Peter-who-be-not-a-Parker be thar talkin' t' her about siblings. Which ye be not stuffin', right? Walter be complimentin' River on her knife throwin' skills, which be the polite thing t' do if someone who be not ye be havin' a knife 'n then gettin' tea from Peter-who-be-not-a-Parker 'n figgerin' out what he 'n Nadia be up to yesterday. Aye, more gremlin bites. Parker be tellin' her about the rules o' Fandom about gremlin bites. If she be not sayin' that ye'll be mocked fer it fer the rest o' yer days, she be not tellin' ye true.
Then River's skill wit' a knife be killin'...the painted octopus on the wall. This apparently be hugely upsettin'. Huh.
This afternoon, Bel be not understandin' that the traditional way o' dealin' with gremlin bites is t' hide in yer room until the next bout o' stupidity strikes. Instead, he be on the second floor as well, where Conner be watchin' soccer. Or football. Or whatever. I be thinkin' after the World Cup be over that I be not havin' t' care about this anymore. Bel be promisin' not t' turn Nadia crispy, 'n Nadia 'n Conner be bondin' about video games.
Cally be talkin' t' Nadia on the roof, then Nadia be jumpin' off the roof wit' Walter. *shuffles papers* I be hopin' that Cally be not that bad a conversationalist.
Hermy be writin' home, Callisto be sleepin', Cedric 'n Dean be catchin' up, 'n Phoebe be talkin' t' Piper about Bel 'n basketball. Then Veronica be stoppin' by t' talk about Archie. Why be no one talkin' about me?
I be terribly interestin'.
Speakin' o' terribly interestin', S-wench be makin' a sandwich 'n talkin' wit' Jude.
*papers shuffle*
Sorry. That be not terribly interestin'.
Anyway, thar be revelin' up on the fifth floor--Pippi be convertin' the dead painted octopus into a new 'n different octupus 'n I be havin' no kind o' enough rum fer that t' make sense. Anders, Demyx 'n Fry be thar as well.
On the third floor, Angela be watchin' "I Love the 90s". The 1690s? The wigs be ridiculous. She be joined by Anders, Willow, Peter-who-be-not-a-Parker, Joxer, Zack, Marty, Hermione, 'n Briar.
Revelin'
Harper be gettin' an envelope today. Wow. Be throwin' a parade! In equally excitin' news, no one be in the clinic either this mornin' or tonight.
Pippi 'n Molly be stoppin' by Weasley's House of Whizzin' Whatevers, River 'n Tex be gettin' brunch this mornin', River be confessin' her octopus-slayin' ways at church 'n Alec be feedin' Jaye coffee t' cure her hangover. Personally, I be suggestin' more rum. If ye always be a little drunk, ye never be hungover!
Oooh! News about me! I were in Caritas tonight, learnin' about tippin' from GOB. Then I be gettin' tips from the Doctor, Xander 'n Yuuko. GOB be questionin' the Doctor's manliness 'n suggestin' Xander be goin' t' the Sin--they be treatin' ye right, I recommend it--'n talkin' Tokyo wit' Yuuko. Conner 'n the Doctor be flirtin' wit' Maureen. If ye be near Anders, I be expectin' the emo t' begin in three...two...one...
Oh, thar also be be a drinkin' nun.
That be all from the Crow's Nest! Keep an eye out fer Matey wit' the Hat 'n have a good night!
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Then he realized his encounter at Caritas had gotten on the air as well, and headdesked. A lot.
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