Fandom Radio, Wednesday, August 15

[ladycfitzgerald.livejournal.com]

*brief cacaphony of rustling and skritching as the microphone switches on*

-- don't see why you had to abduct me, is all. No offense, you do seem like a friendly bunch of squirrels, but being spirited away by you wasn't exactly being swept off my feet and eloped with by a darkly handsome and slightly dangerous stranger. *sloshing thunk* Is that rum? Are you offering me -- oh, no, I couldn't, I've only ever had one fateful experience with my bosom friend Diana and alcohol and that didn't end well and why on earth do you suddenly look so excited?

*slightly prurient chittering*

. . . no, I'm afraid I don't understand. But I . . . well, of all the things I've ever dreamt up, I never once imagined I would recognize a squirrel asking me to tell it my name. You can call me Lady Cordelia Fitz -- *thunk* Oh, all right! Anne Shirley. Even you squirrels prefer things plain and sensible, which is dreadfully obvious, because do you honestly expect me to read such matter-of-fact notes? All right, if you want me to tell you a story, I'll read them, but not if you don't stop shoving that funny device at me, and I have to make it more poetic than this!

*more chittering, of a slightly apprehensive variety*

( And this is why Anne Shirley will never win an award for broadcast journalism. )

*rustle of paper being snatched away*

You know, I'm afraid we're not kindred spirits at all, squirrels. I tell you a story even though you abducted, and you pelted me with acorns because don't like the way I told it, and that's really dreadfully rude of you, and why did you have to make me sit in this room in front of this funny machine in the first place? I would have been perfectly happy to --

*click*

[OOC: It always said Wednesday, really. Thanks, bruiser_in_pink!]