Fandom High Radio, Tuesday, May 12th

[bitchprince]

Evening, Fandom. This is the fortnight for the radio try-outs. For those of you I've yet to meet, I am Prince Arthur of Camelot, and I do hope to have your vote when the time comes. Still, there's no time to dither when there's an obvious stack of radio notes to go through. Squirrels, my cup's running dry.

*pouring*

And on we go.

( Auditioning Prince Radio )

Fandom Radio, Wednesday, May 13

[solo_sword]

Brooke: Goo evening, denizens of Fandom! I am your lovely radio host Brooke, and over there is the much less lovely and more inferior Brookealike.

Jaina: I can't believe you got me in here again.

Brooke: I'm just that good. Oh, did I mention it's tryouts?

Jaina: ....What? Why would you do something like this to yourself?

Brooke: Because it's better to have some sort of banter, and there's rum around if you get too annoying for me to take anymore, and when we argue the guys can picture us making out after the broadcast and that should boost ratings.

Jaina: THAT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN.

Brooke: Shhhh! Don't tell them that. Keep some mystery!

( because twice wasn't enough )

Jaina: Is that it? Can we go now?

Brooke: We can.

Jaina: Good. I'm following you to your cabin.

Brooke: What? Why?

Jaina: I'm staying there tonight.

Brooke: NO. Only one Brookealike in my cabin at one time! New rule! One I just made up right now!

Jaina: Sorry, I promised.

Brooke: We'd be in the same wing If you do anything dirty in there I swear I will hurt you!

Jaina: Say good night, Brooke.

Brooke: DIE IN A FIRE.