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fandom_radio2011-09-16 09:45 am
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Pirate Radio [Friday, September 16, 2011]
Good mornin', me hearties, on this cool, crisp autumn day. I'm from the Caribbean, so naturally, I hate it, and all o' the pumpkin-flavored coffee in the world will not be changin' me mind.
*smug chittering*
Ye've got foam on yer noses.
In classes--
*shuffling papers* Oh, I have the pony again. Pinkie Pie's Elements of Friendship learned about trustin' yer friends through fashion. Trust me, if ye tell a woman something makes her rear end look fat, you will be slapped. They paired up t' get dressed, then had a fashion show. Scully stopped t' check in wit' Pinkie Pie, who weren't the least traumatized by the weekend, and why should she be? That was fun, savvy? Sensitivity Trainin' learned about identifying cliques, and not cliches, which is entirely different word. Oh, the French. They also came up wit' parlay, did ye know that?
In Zoe's office, Grace was there pinin' fer Jamie, much t' Zoe's chagrin. Then Jamie himself came by t' wonder--purely hypothetically--what he should do if, mayhaps, he were married t' someone's toddler daughter over th' weekend. Then a mysterious bag o' alcohol was left on her doorway, which drew Deadpool because he has magic alcohol-sniffin' powers--I do as well!
In the dorms, Luke--the one who was killed and stuffed under his bed over th' weekend, so I'm glad t' see that wasn't a permanent arrangement, though someone should check t' be sure he doesn't glow skeletally in th' moonlight jes t' be sure--was interrupted from his fantasy football team by a phone call from Kate who lives in Kansas now. Boy Sam was visited by th' other Kate in his room where they talked about electricity--really?
*chittering*
and compared powers. If this ended wit' a testin' o' light bulbs, I don't want t' hear about it, savvy? Wesley cleaned his room, Rilla 'n her little baby put up Student Council posters, and Rinoa 'n Squall have a discussion about the weekend 'n what Rinoa's relationship wit' Seifer is like now.
Up in the fifth floor common room, Petra was makin' cupcakes fer the club fair today. Did ye get me one?
*chittering*
Did ye get me three? Useless rodents. Jack o' the Carters asked t' be her taste tester a few times but she wouldn't let him have them until he'd eaten somethin' called 'real food.' Is she yer mother, Jack? Petra told Scully th' cupcakes were for the Pride club today, which got them talkin' about Scully bein' a junior too, so Petra slipped in a bit o' campaigning fer Student Council into the conversation as well. Scully told Jack that she was learnin' Russian, which led to talk about where Jack was from, which I can assume is now Moscow, or possibly the Caspian Sea. I know the pirate king of the Caspian! He's a right scurvy knave.
*chittering*
It's a compliment!
Petra told Wench Sam that the cupcakes were rainbowed because of them being fer Pride, but Sam said they could be fer the Bright Colors Club, the purpose of which they discussed in detail. Jack told Wench Sam that he had cupcake 'n she didn't, and she countered wit' she was not kicked, and he was. And then kicked him. I like Wench Sam. Wench Sam told Scully she was workin' on something t' do with cheese for iCarly tonight--cheese is also French, though occasionally English and Dutch as well. American cheese is made of plastic--and then they discussed the threat of aliens, Bigfoot and...beave-coons. Moving on! Scully learned that Toby had no shoes because someone had stolen them over the weekend, and Petra gave him a cupcake so he could be a test subject. Toby told Wench Sam that the stolen clothing could have been worse--someone could have taken his pants. Or yer boat! Though I do realize a boat is not clothing, unless you can fit some sails into yer bodice, which is unlikely.
And finally in town, the part that truly matters because that's where I live, Fraser was cleanin' MHA, Anakin was gettin' caught up with the troopers' love lives over the weekend until he got a package full of rubber chickens delivered t' him, Alexander was checkin' the unchangin' inventory at Wellspring Arms, Millie's lookin' fer help at the book store, and the clinic nurses were wondering about clone balls. I hope this is not related t' Anakin's trooper gossip. Bruce stopped by t' see Scully 'n learn if there had been any floating pie plates recently.
Susan went t' the cemetary to talk t' a raven--but not the wench named Raven, and then takes her horse Binky--really? Binky?--out o' the stables, and Kenzi was treatin' the zombie band like a jukebox and not like the artists they are by demandin' very specific songs from them last night.
And that's all we have--no, here comes a squirrel wit' a sudden weather bulletin. We do that now?
*chittering*
Fine, we do that now. The volcano that had popped up between us 'n the Isle o' Ikea seems t' have burned itself out, but th' pile o' lava is still steamin'--how did we find this out?
*more chittering*
Larry in a hang-glider. Really. The squirrels also pass along that the visibility is zero 'n if you want t' keep havin' feet--oh, poor Larry--not t' step on...whatever this now is. And that is all we have today. I'm goin' back t' sleep, savvy?
*chittering*
No, I don't want t' visit Larry-- *click*
*smug chittering*
Ye've got foam on yer noses.
In classes--
*shuffling papers* Oh, I have the pony again. Pinkie Pie's Elements of Friendship learned about trustin' yer friends through fashion. Trust me, if ye tell a woman something makes her rear end look fat, you will be slapped. They paired up t' get dressed, then had a fashion show. Scully stopped t' check in wit' Pinkie Pie, who weren't the least traumatized by the weekend, and why should she be? That was fun, savvy? Sensitivity Trainin' learned about identifying cliques, and not cliches, which is entirely different word. Oh, the French. They also came up wit' parlay, did ye know that?
In Zoe's office, Grace was there pinin' fer Jamie, much t' Zoe's chagrin. Then Jamie himself came by t' wonder--purely hypothetically--what he should do if, mayhaps, he were married t' someone's toddler daughter over th' weekend. Then a mysterious bag o' alcohol was left on her doorway, which drew Deadpool because he has magic alcohol-sniffin' powers--I do as well!
In the dorms, Luke--the one who was killed and stuffed under his bed over th' weekend, so I'm glad t' see that wasn't a permanent arrangement, though someone should check t' be sure he doesn't glow skeletally in th' moonlight jes t' be sure--was interrupted from his fantasy football team by a phone call from Kate who lives in Kansas now. Boy Sam was visited by th' other Kate in his room where they talked about electricity--really?
*chittering*
and compared powers. If this ended wit' a testin' o' light bulbs, I don't want t' hear about it, savvy? Wesley cleaned his room, Rilla 'n her little baby put up Student Council posters, and Rinoa 'n Squall have a discussion about the weekend 'n what Rinoa's relationship wit' Seifer is like now.
Up in the fifth floor common room, Petra was makin' cupcakes fer the club fair today. Did ye get me one?
*chittering*
Did ye get me three? Useless rodents. Jack o' the Carters asked t' be her taste tester a few times but she wouldn't let him have them until he'd eaten somethin' called 'real food.' Is she yer mother, Jack? Petra told Scully th' cupcakes were for the Pride club today, which got them talkin' about Scully bein' a junior too, so Petra slipped in a bit o' campaigning fer Student Council into the conversation as well. Scully told Jack that she was learnin' Russian, which led to talk about where Jack was from, which I can assume is now Moscow, or possibly the Caspian Sea. I know the pirate king of the Caspian! He's a right scurvy knave.
*chittering*
It's a compliment!
Petra told Wench Sam that the cupcakes were rainbowed because of them being fer Pride, but Sam said they could be fer the Bright Colors Club, the purpose of which they discussed in detail. Jack told Wench Sam that he had cupcake 'n she didn't, and she countered wit' she was not kicked, and he was. And then kicked him. I like Wench Sam. Wench Sam told Scully she was workin' on something t' do with cheese for iCarly tonight--cheese is also French, though occasionally English and Dutch as well. American cheese is made of plastic--and then they discussed the threat of aliens, Bigfoot and...beave-coons. Moving on! Scully learned that Toby had no shoes because someone had stolen them over the weekend, and Petra gave him a cupcake so he could be a test subject. Toby told Wench Sam that the stolen clothing could have been worse--someone could have taken his pants. Or yer boat! Though I do realize a boat is not clothing, unless you can fit some sails into yer bodice, which is unlikely.
And finally in town, the part that truly matters because that's where I live, Fraser was cleanin' MHA, Anakin was gettin' caught up with the troopers' love lives over the weekend until he got a package full of rubber chickens delivered t' him, Alexander was checkin' the unchangin' inventory at Wellspring Arms, Millie's lookin' fer help at the book store, and the clinic nurses were wondering about clone balls. I hope this is not related t' Anakin's trooper gossip. Bruce stopped by t' see Scully 'n learn if there had been any floating pie plates recently.
Susan went t' the cemetary to talk t' a raven--but not the wench named Raven, and then takes her horse Binky--really? Binky?--out o' the stables, and Kenzi was treatin' the zombie band like a jukebox and not like the artists they are by demandin' very specific songs from them last night.
And that's all we have--no, here comes a squirrel wit' a sudden weather bulletin. We do that now?
*chittering*
Fine, we do that now. The volcano that had popped up between us 'n the Isle o' Ikea seems t' have burned itself out, but th' pile o' lava is still steamin'--how did we find this out?
*more chittering*
Larry in a hang-glider. Really. The squirrels also pass along that the visibility is zero 'n if you want t' keep havin' feet--oh, poor Larry--not t' step on...whatever this now is. And that is all we have today. I'm goin' back t' sleep, savvy?
*chittering*
No, I don't want t' visit Larry-- *click*