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Pirate Radio [Thursday, August 18, 2011]
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capt-maxfactor.livejournal.comGood morning, Fandom! It is I, Captain Jack Sparrow. Please hold your applause until the end as ye might wake up yer roommates.
We start, as always, with classes! Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse had a final exam, complete with number two pencils, The Magic of a Good Time had a--this is a huge surprise--party, complete with cake and costumes. After class, Kenzi told Pinkie Pie how much she'd enjoyed herself, which is prime kiss-up behavior, says I. Everything's a Weapon ventured across the causeway t' take paintballs to the monochromatic color scheme there, which could only improve the place, and even the teachers were fair game. Kenzi was here as well kissing up--are grades really that important t' ye, wench?--and Gabrielle was back in the library after missin' last week.
In the dorms, Seifer called home t' catch up on the gossip, and Tahiri and Raven talked and braided each other's hair and had a pillow fight. I'm assuming because the squirrels wandered away after a bit. Sam who's a boy was in his room polishing his skateboard, if ye know what I mean and I think ye do. Karla's bad mood was cheered considerably by a series o' voicemails, Alex who's a girl was makin' coffee really late at night--Bruce stopped in t' see if the television was behaving for her because it hates him--and Jaime didn't mock Momoko fer getting glue everywhere as she tried to repair shoes that Scully chewed on.
And finally in town, the only part of the news that really matters, Kate was at the theater for her second-to-last shift and Mitchell told her he's throwing her a staff party next week. Drinks on Mitchell, everyone! At Goodvalor's Little Bivoli--which is a restaurant and not a euphemism--Toby tried t' run out on his check, but Zayne stopped him, and Jaina was suprised t' see Zayne in town, so they caught up a bit. Young William didn't let strawberries interfere with his project at Fixer-Uppers, Hank comforted the panda at T&C for punching Apu--that seems backwards--Chuck was eating Mooby's on the boardwalk, Quinn's back at the hotel after a quick jaunt off-island, Rude was trying to sell stamps at the post office, Lion-o was confused by the existence of fried pickles at Cafe Luke's, and Emma was vexed by exploding cans of whipped cream at 'Dite's. Peter took pictures of the mess because he had a death wish, and Jack of the Priests got distracted by Emma eating whipped cream.
And I should leave ye on that image, but we have more notes. I'll just give ye a moment.
Jessica brooded at the Devil's Nest before asking Eric hypothetical questions about knowing about the future. Jaina's work on her datapad--probably not a euphemism as she was in public--was interrupted by Hercules and Tahiri. And in Caritas, Nathan's was interrupted from tossing bottlecaps at Tino by having t' serve Hercules drinks--but not before Hercules said the magic word. Which, I have on good authority, is "Give it here or I'll shoot ye."
And that is an excellent motto t' leave ye on. I'll talk to ye next week!
We start, as always, with classes! Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse had a final exam, complete with number two pencils, The Magic of a Good Time had a--this is a huge surprise--party, complete with cake and costumes. After class, Kenzi told Pinkie Pie how much she'd enjoyed herself, which is prime kiss-up behavior, says I. Everything's a Weapon ventured across the causeway t' take paintballs to the monochromatic color scheme there, which could only improve the place, and even the teachers were fair game. Kenzi was here as well kissing up--are grades really that important t' ye, wench?--and Gabrielle was back in the library after missin' last week.
In the dorms, Seifer called home t' catch up on the gossip, and Tahiri and Raven talked and braided each other's hair and had a pillow fight. I'm assuming because the squirrels wandered away after a bit. Sam who's a boy was in his room polishing his skateboard, if ye know what I mean and I think ye do. Karla's bad mood was cheered considerably by a series o' voicemails, Alex who's a girl was makin' coffee really late at night--Bruce stopped in t' see if the television was behaving for her because it hates him--and Jaime didn't mock Momoko fer getting glue everywhere as she tried to repair shoes that Scully chewed on.
And finally in town, the only part of the news that really matters, Kate was at the theater for her second-to-last shift and Mitchell told her he's throwing her a staff party next week. Drinks on Mitchell, everyone! At Goodvalor's Little Bivoli--which is a restaurant and not a euphemism--Toby tried t' run out on his check, but Zayne stopped him, and Jaina was suprised t' see Zayne in town, so they caught up a bit. Young William didn't let strawberries interfere with his project at Fixer-Uppers, Hank comforted the panda at T&C for punching Apu--that seems backwards--Chuck was eating Mooby's on the boardwalk, Quinn's back at the hotel after a quick jaunt off-island, Rude was trying to sell stamps at the post office, Lion-o was confused by the existence of fried pickles at Cafe Luke's, and Emma was vexed by exploding cans of whipped cream at 'Dite's. Peter took pictures of the mess because he had a death wish, and Jack of the Priests got distracted by Emma eating whipped cream.
And I should leave ye on that image, but we have more notes. I'll just give ye a moment.
Jessica brooded at the Devil's Nest before asking Eric hypothetical questions about knowing about the future. Jaina's work on her datapad--probably not a euphemism as she was in public--was interrupted by Hercules and Tahiri. And in Caritas, Nathan's was interrupted from tossing bottlecaps at Tino by having t' serve Hercules drinks--but not before Hercules said the magic word. Which, I have on good authority, is "Give it here or I'll shoot ye."
And that is an excellent motto t' leave ye on. I'll talk to ye next week!