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Fandom Radio, Thursday, September 15th
Morning, folks! This is Peter Wiggin, and I'm back on the air for another semester, pouring through these squirrel notes in search of the truth. Or at least, the few kernels of news actually worth knowing.
But let's not waste time and get started, shall we?
In What Was The School Board Thinking Giving Jamie Madrox A Class, the whole class was sent out to lick doorknobs. In the name of science. I don't know who taught Professor Madrox the empirical process, but whoever they are, they need to get fired. Some of the students seem to think the same, as they refused to lick the doorknobs or occupied themselves with other business, such as Squall apologizing to Seifer. These notes tell me that's such a rare occasion that Seifer was completely thrown, so way to go, Squall. Further destroying people's digestive systems, Jamie orders Claudia to eat five pounds of bacon. You're going to feel that, Claudia.
Moving on to much more intimate topics, The Art of Peace and War had not only a baby, but also conversation about relationships. Both of the business and the personal variety. Can someone mail this to Topher last weekend, stat? Thank you.
Lockpicking, pickpocketing and forgery were the big three being taught by Neal Caffrey this fine yesterday, and Fandom students being what they are, they got really into the whole picking locks thing. Hey, you never know when that's going to come in handy, right? Bruce is especially doing well, moving up one rung on the lock-picking... pyramid? Would it be a pyramid? Let's call it a pyramid. I know it's mixing metaphors, but I like the sound of it. Jack Carter isn't as impressed, or at least driven by envy, because he tells Bruce he hates him. Come on. You never know when that guy is going to save your life by picking a lock, am I right? Bart vibrates his lock off - that answers that question - thusly impressing Kenzi. Then the students move on to pick pocketing, so listeners, listen carefully, you now know who to look out for. Not Miley, who doesn't seem to get the hang of it, nor Lex, who isn't sure how to do it and needed a little bit of instruction. Then there's the forgery hour, also full of students seeking enlightenment. Like Bart, who needs Neal's assistance. By the end of the class, Kenzi has moved on to chatting with the teacher, though. Hey, Kenz.
In the library, Gabrielle regales a sock with tales of Plato. Everyone's got their hobbies. Then Seifer is called down for transgressions or something, because he has to face Deadpool, who punishes him for something or other with babysitting. That kid has to be one tough cookie, by the sounds of it.
DORMS
Continuing on from the Seifer story, he was cleaning his extremely empty room - probably the cause for getting called in with the Veep - until Rinoa showed up to give him some therapeutic lessons in not repressing and then lashing out. Good advice for anybody.
Toby put up a few posters lobbying for Freshman StuCo rep. Good luck, kid. Though I'm not sure there's even enough candidates to warrant an election... Natalie was in the second floor common room, reading up on business. Hey, that's a good investment. Kate D mistook Natalie for the Kate of former third floor fame, and yeah, I can see where that could be getting a little old now. Ben introduced himself to Kate D, and filled her in on what he and my brother did this summer. Natalie and Ben shared horror stories about the weekend or something - for the record, I don't run a Bavarian crime syndicate - and then there was some lovely awkwarding from Ben to Topher that I'm terribly sad to have missed out on. Especially the complaining. Topher moved on to refer to Natalie as 'New Kate', and I'm sorry, Natalie. Whatever he tells you about me is a lie. But... The poor kid's just got some problems to figure out.
And if he gets really offensive, he's already got a history of being punched in the face...
Finally, to up our surreality quota for the day, Susan found a big glowing horse in the stables. As you do.
TOWN
Hank didn't seem to get the meaning of 'work ethic' at Turtle and Canary, because he was snoring right through the job. William was showing a lot more spirit, fighting windstorms inside Stark Industries. Damn, you better make sure none of that equipment malfunctions. Quinn was at the Arms Hotel working on her campaign, and Bruce swung by to check on her. Because of the weekend. This is going to keep being a trend this week, isn't it...?
Proving that just that was the case, Caritas had a few folks over last night, and even the bartender was hitting the liquor hard. Kennedy and Jaina - alumni - swung by to trade sorry-about-the-weekend, no-hard-feelings-es before changing the subject to werehorses, and I wish I could make fun of that anymore. No, really. I wish. Eventually, Ramona also stopped by, just to worry about Nathan's drinking. I don't know, after last weekend, even I'm tempted...
Anyway, that was it this week. Keep on trucking everybody, don't let the weekend get you down, and make sure to tip your streetwalkers!
But let's not waste time and get started, shall we?
In What Was The School Board Thinking Giving Jamie Madrox A Class, the whole class was sent out to lick doorknobs. In the name of science. I don't know who taught Professor Madrox the empirical process, but whoever they are, they need to get fired. Some of the students seem to think the same, as they refused to lick the doorknobs or occupied themselves with other business, such as Squall apologizing to Seifer. These notes tell me that's such a rare occasion that Seifer was completely thrown, so way to go, Squall. Further destroying people's digestive systems, Jamie orders Claudia to eat five pounds of bacon. You're going to feel that, Claudia.
Moving on to much more intimate topics, The Art of Peace and War had not only a baby, but also conversation about relationships. Both of the business and the personal variety. Can someone mail this to Topher last weekend, stat? Thank you.
Lockpicking, pickpocketing and forgery were the big three being taught by Neal Caffrey this fine yesterday, and Fandom students being what they are, they got really into the whole picking locks thing. Hey, you never know when that's going to come in handy, right? Bruce is especially doing well, moving up one rung on the lock-picking... pyramid? Would it be a pyramid? Let's call it a pyramid. I know it's mixing metaphors, but I like the sound of it. Jack Carter isn't as impressed, or at least driven by envy, because he tells Bruce he hates him. Come on. You never know when that guy is going to save your life by picking a lock, am I right? Bart vibrates his lock off - that answers that question - thusly impressing Kenzi. Then the students move on to pick pocketing, so listeners, listen carefully, you now know who to look out for. Not Miley, who doesn't seem to get the hang of it, nor Lex, who isn't sure how to do it and needed a little bit of instruction. Then there's the forgery hour, also full of students seeking enlightenment. Like Bart, who needs Neal's assistance. By the end of the class, Kenzi has moved on to chatting with the teacher, though. Hey, Kenz.
In the library, Gabrielle regales a sock with tales of Plato. Everyone's got their hobbies. Then Seifer is called down for transgressions or something, because he has to face Deadpool, who punishes him for something or other with babysitting. That kid has to be one tough cookie, by the sounds of it.
DORMS
Continuing on from the Seifer story, he was cleaning his extremely empty room - probably the cause for getting called in with the Veep - until Rinoa showed up to give him some therapeutic lessons in not repressing and then lashing out. Good advice for anybody.
Toby put up a few posters lobbying for Freshman StuCo rep. Good luck, kid. Though I'm not sure there's even enough candidates to warrant an election... Natalie was in the second floor common room, reading up on business. Hey, that's a good investment. Kate D mistook Natalie for the Kate of former third floor fame, and yeah, I can see where that could be getting a little old now. Ben introduced himself to Kate D, and filled her in on what he and my brother did this summer. Natalie and Ben shared horror stories about the weekend or something - for the record, I don't run a Bavarian crime syndicate - and then there was some lovely awkwarding from Ben to Topher that I'm terribly sad to have missed out on. Especially the complaining. Topher moved on to refer to Natalie as 'New Kate', and I'm sorry, Natalie. Whatever he tells you about me is a lie. But... The poor kid's just got some problems to figure out.
And if he gets really offensive, he's already got a history of being punched in the face...
Finally, to up our surreality quota for the day, Susan found a big glowing horse in the stables. As you do.
TOWN
Hank didn't seem to get the meaning of 'work ethic' at Turtle and Canary, because he was snoring right through the job. William was showing a lot more spirit, fighting windstorms inside Stark Industries. Damn, you better make sure none of that equipment malfunctions. Quinn was at the Arms Hotel working on her campaign, and Bruce swung by to check on her. Because of the weekend. This is going to keep being a trend this week, isn't it...?
Proving that just that was the case, Caritas had a few folks over last night, and even the bartender was hitting the liquor hard. Kennedy and Jaina - alumni - swung by to trade sorry-about-the-weekend, no-hard-feelings-es before changing the subject to werehorses, and I wish I could make fun of that anymore. No, really. I wish. Eventually, Ramona also stopped by, just to worry about Nathan's drinking. I don't know, after last weekend, even I'm tempted...
Anyway, that was it this week. Keep on trucking everybody, don't let the weekend get you down, and make sure to tip your streetwalkers!