Fandom Radio, Sunday, November 25th

[furnaceface]

*Chittering!*

... Wha?

*Chittering!*

... I'm sleeping. It's Sunday. Sundays are for sleeping. Put that down, it's just a kilt.

*MORE chittering!*

It is not bloody ridiculous. How did you even find this place? It's secret. S.H.I.E.L.D. hasn't even found this place! You come in here, wake me up on a Sunday, which I will once again stress is for sleeping, you insult my uniform and then you wave a microphone in my face, like this is just another radio day for you. You know, my world's Tony Stark has been trying to find this place for months and he's just been bested by a pack of rodents.

That's... actually impressive. And slightly hilarious. And now I pray the Initiative never thinks to set Squirrel Girl on our trail. Where are the notes?

*Papers rustling*

Right, then. Nothing went on at the school yesterday, so I'll skip straight to the Dorms, where Natalie was buying geeky make-up on the internet and chatting with an amused Sam on the phone.

In Town, Kitty was enjoying a bit of schadenfreude as she watched the Perk's baristas attempt to put up Christmas decorations. The squirrel stresses that the key word in this is 'attempt.' I'm almost sorry I missed it. At Stark Industries, Topher's fruit-rain-of-the-day was tomato slices. That sounds messier than the usual. Do they keep tarps on hand to be on the safe side, or to they actually fruit-proof the electronics these days? A fellow by the name of Porthos seems to have taken over Café Fina, and yesterday he had the dishes serving a Thanksgiving feast... for the fourth day in a row. If this keeps up, I might need to stop in and finally see what all of the fuss is about. Food-wise I mean. I couldn't care less about the holiday. And at Caritas, April did the wise thing and didn't actually get involved as Tino attempted to work out a Thanksgiving-flavoured drink.

I believe they call that 'gravy.'

And that's all of the notes, so I'm going back to sleep. I trust you lot can see your own way out?

*Chittering*

Good. This is Jonothon Starsmore, from an undisclosed location somewhere not on the island, where I'll likely spend the rest of the day re-thinking my life choices and the clothing I make them in. Thank you, squirrels.

Fandom Radio, Monday, November 26

[gladigotburned.livejournal.com]

[turret voice] Is anyone there?

I really, truly am wondering that. With the holiday and all, the likelihood of your hiding is approximately equal to the likelihood of you just being gone for the weekend. One way or the other, it's not like I miss any of you anyway.

. . . or maybe the squirrels are easily distractable and not paying attention. Well, there's a way to evaluate that at least. You there, with the overly bushy tail. Come see me after the broadcast and bring a few of your friends along. There'll be cake. Rum cake. I'm having it made just for you.

Anyway. Kaidan came home yesterday morning with a migraine, boo hoo, and Jack didn't help by being extremely loud when he came home. He apparently thinks water is a sufficient apology, or, barring that, small talk about the weekend. Also about Derek, who had to deal with Stiles coming over to indulge in some extremely ill-advised pie-eating. Dangerous, you could even say. Why? Because pie is clearly inferior to cake. Sadly, Derek doesn't seem to think so, given how overly possessive he got about the pie. Stiles was not impressed by his threatening behavior, and Derek was probably not impressed by Stiles having special anti-werewolf powder to protect himself. Was Mike impressed by Stiles's explanation of breaking into Mike's house as a science experiment? I don't know, but I am.

Just a little bit.

Okay, I'm over it.

Whether or not April is over her dog eating a cockroach in the park today, the notes don't say, but I'm sure someone checking her phone's recent Google history would have a good guess at that.

Stark had pie at the clinic today -- more inferior dessert preferences -- because the cupcakes at the bakery were -- [braking sound effect, complete with squealing tires]

Thanksgiving-flavoredwhatiswrongwithyou. The correct answer to that purely rhetorical question, in case someone was wondering, is 'everything.' Everything is wrong with that person.

Jaina had a special on hot drinks at the Devil's Nest, and since Alice ordered a cold beer, she apparently has no sympathy for the recent North Pole-related portal trouble that gave Jaina the idea. Eric had some sympathy, but not that much because he's a Viking. Practically speaking, he was probably just glad his employee didn't miss a shift.

That was conjecture on my part, by the way. You can keep wondering about it if you want to. I, on the other hand, need to go do some very rigorous testing of squirrel attention spans now. Have a nice day.