Fandom Radio, Monday, June 5, 2006

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GREG: Hi, Fandom! This is Greg, bringing you yet another Gregtastic radio broadcast this fabulous spring night. And tonight I have a special guest! Everyone say hi to Crazy Hooker!

BECKY: It's Becky.

GREG: Right, Crazy Hooker.

( Cut 'cause long )

GREG: Anyway. We're done. Go ruin your lungs, Craz...Becky.

BECKY: Have fun playing solitaire on your computer tonight, sweetheart.

GREG: Bye Fandom! *pause*...aren't you going to say bye or anything?

BECKY: No.

GREG: ...okay. *click*

Fandom Radio, May 6

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Hello and a good, sticky evening to you, Fandom! This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy, and in case you didn't notice, it's raining pudding. Or what you Americans call pudding, at any rate, and that's a good thing. Just be glad it wasn't the sort we got on board ship. Worse than alien Twinkies from the sky, I assure you. This sort of pudding is quite painless. Aside from pudding, what's happening in our fair town tonight? Well, let's see . . .

Workshopping

Archery today met and picked up a few things other than how to shoot bows with real arrows: Parker, Dawn, Conner, and Sam who I hear is known as "the cute one," or something to that effect, all got detention from Miho. They were also very, very chatty at the range, as Dawn and Buffy had a very, very long conversation. Dean also spoke to Buffy, as well as to Dawn, and Sam talked with Buffy and with his brother. There was also something involving Bel, Dean, and flaming arrows.

All that chatter, and none of you died. I call that a good day.

Writing worked on news stories about events in the cabins. In a more fictional kind of story, the tale of Rorpunzel -- that sounds almost familiar, but not quite -- was the subject of Campfire Songs and Stories today, where Tim told a tale about Fae and fire before the class sang "The Gremlins Go Marching." Was it a parade march, or a forced march? Though really, you'd have to be entirely insane to try and make gremlins do a forced march.

First Aid discussed bleeding. Oh, bleeding. I can tell you stories about bleeding, but -- never mind. They also discussed how to stop it, which apparently involves triangular bandages and the various ways of folding them, and then treated imaginary victims. I'm having sudden flashbacks to shipboard surgeries, and . . . Barbossa, I'm borrowing a little of your rum now. I'll replace it, I swear.

Documentaries 101 met and reported on their progress, then did research.

Scoobying, which is not like smurfing, told jokes and threw pies, and after class Willow came by to talk to Xander, and Z had a chat of sorts with the ferret who was once Bridge.

In the Wardroom, Sickbay, and the Mess Hall

Professor Dean Tick held office hours, and in the clinic this morning Buffy and English Peter visited Doctor Pevensie. Thank you for specifying which Peter this time, anonymous sources. Doctor Troy was looking at porn, while Doctor Lambert did lab tests. The things we do to pass the time when we're alone -- I find woodworking a worthwhile pastime, myself.

In the cafeteria, Tempe met Nadia, who went over the usual list of warnings for new students with her; Jude played with his food. Did it win?

In the Crew Berths

There are now octopi on the walls of the fifth floor common room, courtesy of River, who met Molly, discussed vampire dreams with Buffy, and learned about the Beatles from Nadia. Molly talked to Buffy about the ownership of . . . er, breakfast cereal, and to Nadia about past and future pranks. Tyler and Buffy scheduled a basketball game for a week from this Saturday; Tyler also talked with River about sushi and places of origin and with Nadia about her new position as -- Gremlin mascot.

Honestly, I don't ask sometimes.

The second floor den of iniquity lived up to its name today, with a drunk Jamie watching Bitterwoman. My notes say he attempted to explain the backstory to Aeryn, but given his inebriated state, who knows how successful this attempt was? Oh, and evidently Willow is quite the Bitterwoman fan as well. Later in the evening, the pudding was quite the subject of conversation between Anakin and Pretty Sam -- Pretty Sam? What the hell kind of nicknames . . . well, at least it's complimentary, I suppose. Miss Carter, I would quite agree with that assessment. They also talked about pranking their superiors. Ladies and gentlemen, the navy this is not. Rory and Sam also talked about the pudding, as well as the coffee pond, and Rory was none too pleased to hear from Anakin that Tex threw a knife at him. Alanna sampled the pudding and pronounced it safe, Tempe met Rory -- hello, Rory! -- and Alanna. There was pistachio tossing with Jaye and Anakin, and the plotting of shirtlessness by Rory and Jaye. Sam's bike is befouled by pudding, as she told Jaye. But cupcakes apparently cannot be befouled by pudding, at least according to Anders who brought some in and was summarily warned by Cally that he had better not track the pudding into their room. I hope you made him sleep in the hall for that, Cally. And Original Alliterative Peter who was not blue today also found out about the pudding.

Outside the dorms, Walter was playing with Pup and arranging a date with Nadia. Pippi and a honking Pip stopped by, as did Tim, who met Pup. Also outside the dorms, Draco enjoyed the rain of pudding along with Tim, Pippi, Z, Fry and Peter Griffin, Tempe, and Sakurazaki. It seems Sakurazaki was in the gym in a rather bad mood, as well.

Tempe was baking cookies in the third floor common room, where Tim and Peter -- *rustles papers* Damn it, this doesn't tell me which one! -- partook of the finished product, as did Conner, who was apparently cheered up by them. Tyler was there as well, talking with Tempe and Peter. In the fifth floor common room, Nadia picked up gosling-Pip -- oh, that explains the honking -- from Pippi. Goslings and ferrets and puddings -- oh my.

Many people woke up in ways that had various degrees of smurfiness to them: Phoebe and Bel, Cedric and Jack, Sakurazaki and Ranma, Tempe and Sawyer, Pippi and Pip the gosling -- er -- and Aeryn.

Callisto was hiding under her desk. All day, apparently. My muscles cramp just thinking about it. Alec attempted to sleep, which didn't work too well with Buffy and then Dean stopping by to see him. Before going to Blood Gulch Arms today, Anakin got a letter, while Dawn, on the other hand, got condoms. In abundance. God bless the postal service.

Lana was reading in her room, Molly talked to Aeryn about a fight with Cameron, Gwynn and Tim were out on the roof, Sakurazaki and Jude were out in the grass outside the dorms, and Seras was writing a letter.

On Shore Leave, With Pudding

John Connor opened Sparky Repairs this morning, and at Wonka's the esteemed proprietor was hard at work in the back room. At Aeropagitica Mister Giles seemed to be preparing for the Apocalypse, as well as discussing the Bible with River and being solicited by Professor Dean Tick . . . for help with the book fair. Pippi was there as well, researching geese. Discovering a passion for ornithology now, Pippi?

And at Empire Records, Jamie stopped by to visit . . . himself. With a sock puppet. How smurfy. Fred opened Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and discovered the pudding problem. And as previously mentioned, Anakin went to Blood Gulch Arms and had a knife thrown at him. The pudding probably only added insult to injury.

I can already tell you that it was rather quiet at Caritas tonight. Veronica and I didn't mind, really.

All and Sundries was busy today, as Artie purchased things for his workshop, Pippi and Pip the gosling stopped in, Orlin -- much to Mister Blackadder's displeasure -- came by, River wanted paint and brushes, and Tim wanted DVDs. DVDs are shiny, and that's all I know about them.

That's also all the news we have for tonight. So this is Archie Kennedy striking colors and signing off, wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies . . . though you're likely to get pudding instead.