Fandom Radio, Monday , May 1, 2006

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RORY!RITA: *Rory Gilmore's voice, but with a stuffy-sounding British accent* Hello, Fandom, this is Professor Ms. Rita Skeeter, broadcasting to you via magic outside my home as per usual! There's been a slight accident, but -

RITA!RORY: *Rita Skeeter's voice, but with an American accent, and much more fast-paced than normal* OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL?

RORY!RITA: Ms. Gilmore, watch your language. I told you, the effects will wear off in an hour. It's your own fault for drinking something that didn't belong to you.

RITA!RORY: YOU STOLE MY HAIR, LADY.

RORY!RITA: Ms. Gilmore. Please. It is time for the news.

( CUT FOR IT IS LONG AND I AM INSANE )

RITA!RORY: Okay, we're done, and while I have this voice, I would like to say that - you know, people, you might want to record this? I, Rita Skeeter, love John Crichton with all my hear -

RORY!RITA: *shrieking* And I...smell bad!

RITA!RORY: THEN WHY ARE YOU STILL PLAYING WITH MY HAIR?

RORY!RITA: Because, I wan - *voice starts changing* *seconds pass* ...I'm me again.

RORY: OH THANK GOD.

RITA: Hey!

RORY: *sounds of running* DON'T CATCH THE PLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGUE, PROFFESSOR!

Fandom Radio, May 2

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Hello and good evening, Fandom! This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy, and I'm seventeen years old again. You have no idea how good it feels to say that, folks.

*pause*

No, honestly. You can't. Anyhow, as I was saying, this is Archie Kennedy here on Royal Navy Radio this Tuesday night, and has anyone seen my model yacht? I'd like it back. I promise I won't cry. Although I might have to, just to spice things up. It's a terribly slow night, newswise.

Schooling

It's a rather scanty week classwise, isn't it? God damn you, LJ. Yes, and it's going to be even more scanty in the upcoming days, considering the laundry machines are holding clothes hostage. Honestly, talk about airing out your dirty laundry. This is ridiculous. As is the to-do over the rumour that Constable Fraser's participation in Sunday's mass nuptial festivities is binding, really.

In the few classes that met today, Business, Western Civilisation, History of Medieval England, and Advanced Criminal Justice all underwent final examinations. Personally, I'm amazed I can still string together complete sentences tonight, after having taken two of them.

Classics and Foreign Literature didn't have class today, the lucky bastards. They did get to turn in their final projects, though.

Speaking of final, seniors should have their graduation packets on Monday.

Everyone has marriage on the brain today! It was the subject of much discussion in the library today as Angela and Zero talked about being married, as did Angela and Parker and Angela and Marty. Who exactly did you marry, Angela? It's all right, you know. It was only imaginary. I think.

The lovely Miss Chase did not, however, talk about marriage with Cameron, although Molly and wee-ness did factor into that particular conversation.

And in the mess hall, there was much blushing and flailing on Nadia's part as she dined with Ivanova, Pippi, and Pip.

Happenings in the Wardroom and the Chain of Command

Office hours were quiet today, as Principal Washburn, Vice Principal Pierce, Professor Gilmore-Danes, and Professor Logan all discovered.

Yes, it really was that quiet, apparently.

The school nurse was in, and in the town clinic Doctor Troy spent his shift trying to make sense of the weekend's notes, and Doctor Lambert spent the evening shift watching television.

Belthazor opened the TA lounge today, and talked to Angel about the past few weeks; Kiki was there as well, and they talked about their respective parents and her departure.

In the Crew Berths

Where were you all tonight? Logan and Cameron were in the second floor hallway, getting into a fight over Cameron kissing Molly. A fight that was broken up by Veronica. Oh, well done, Veronica! You don't know if either of them had my boat, do you? Oh, but then Molly and Cameron decided to just be friends, and Cameron got Veronica an ice pack afterward.

John and Aeryn were "cute and dirty," as my notes say. On the third floor, Peter was doling out coffee and marriage law pamphlets at the Student Council-sponsored coffee bar. Pip was there, as were Marty and Angela who were very happy not to be married, and Pippi.

*rustles papers*

And the pool was smurfy tonight, with Maia and Ivanova.

It seems Jake and Krycek are gone for the summer. Come back in one piece, you hear? Kiki was preparing to leave as well, though for good it seems, and Lana stopped by to bid her farewell. D'Anna interviewed Aeryn -- D'Anna, while you're doing interviews, I don't suppose you could help ask around about my boat, could you? Anders was not writing. I don't know why this is noteworthy. Can he even string together a decent sentence?

Marty got a call from his therapist, and in therapy-related news Angel had a smurfy nightmare. Elizabeth could possibly have used some form of therapy herself, being hung over. Or was what led up to the hangover the therapy? It's entirely possible, you know. Ivanova and Blair talked about relationships and breakups, which could also possibly be therapeutic.

On Shore Leave

It's been a very quiet night, honestly, a thousand curses upon you, LJ. Town Hall was open, Jay and Silent Bob lurk, as they do, and Mister Giles returned to town with new books for the store.

And Janet, Parker, and Zero were harassing the history teacher at his home. Hrm.

Cafe Fina was open, as was Caritas. I was there, of course, because it's Tuesday. So were Nadia and Piper, who I never did get around to thanking for cooking that wonderful dinner on Prom Saturday. Piper, consider this a thank you until I get a chance to say it in person?

Honestly, folks, that's everything we have tonight. It really has been quiet. So until next time, this is Archie Kennedy striking colors and signing off for the night, wishing you a fair wind and clear skies, and wishing my toy -- er -- model yacht turns up again soon.