Fandom Radio [Friday, May 31, 2013]

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Good morning, Fandom! Rilla Blythe here as usual on your Friday morning, so if you have class soon, you'd best be up and out of bed!

*chittering*

Yes, I'm aware I'm not their mothers. Showing up promptly for class is only polite, though.

And speaking of classes, Miss West's fashion class had a fashion show! We started in casual attire, then moved to slightly dressier, and then formal wear. We all looked quite fetching, if I do say so myself. In Mr. Lyman's customer service students were travel agents. Poor Miss Fel had to deal with a customer who thought she could find his lost luggage.

Miss Pie and Mr. Hale's craft class made puppets, which first involved a lot of staring at Miss Pie, and then a lot of crafting with glitter. Her classes are always so colourful! It makes up for the part where she's a pony who can talk. Finally, Mr. Oz's class had to get themselves down from a cliff using hang gliders they made themselves.

*pause*

Does this seem like a really terrible idea to anyone else? Miss Solo was in her office insisting to someone on the 'phone that no, her name wasn't Karen. I suppose that would be rather difficult to prove without pictures.

In the dormitory, Mr. Sparkle, who had been turned into a dog and that's only something you say around here without being sent to an asylum, was being carried around in a bag by Mr. Lightwood. Mr. Rand hosted a party on the sixth floor with alcohol, which was why I didn't attend. Miss Fel didn't drink alcohol and disagreed strenuously with the idea that that made her boring, and Miss Yorkes admitted that she wasn't terribly good at socialising, then talked with Mr. Mancha about all of the people who had turned into animals recently. Mr. Stilinski and Mr. Rand agreed to watch out for each other and make sure neither did anything too untoward under the influence of drink. Perhaps you just shouldn't drink, then. Mr. Stilinski and Miss Fel talked about gremlin bites and other terrible things that happen when you're drunk and honestly, why would you do it? Mr. Rand also encouraged Mr. Kirk to drink and then agreed that they couldn't talk about where the drinks came from. If you are trying to be sneaky, perhaps start with not hosting a party where the squirrels can report on you. Mr. Kirk learned about Miss Yorke's experience at a strip club--what's that?

*chittering*

*stunned silence*

I AM PRAYING FOR ALL OF YOU. ALL. OF. YOU.

Mr. Mancha said the alcohol looked like prison wine and I am not asking how he knows that, Miss Drew and Mr. Rand talked about hangover cures, which I'm sure all of you reprobates need this morning, Miss Thorne wanted to know why no one was playing beerpong yet, and Miss Jones was surprised by how social she was being this week. And then everyone played I Never and Spin the Bottle because no one learns anything about decorum at this school.

Miss Drew went to her room after the party to receive bad news over her email, and I am sorry to hear that.

Finally, in town, Miss Sekemoto turned into a bat in the park--I wish that was stranger to report--Portalocity had a special on day trips, though no one took Miss Traynor up on them, and Mademoiselle Thénardier was watching from across the street for a while--perhaps she was trying to talk herself into a vacation.

Finally, Miss Summers was reading a book while working her shift at the club with the terrible name.

That's all the news I have today! Enjoy your weekend, Fandom!

Fandom Radio, Saturday, May 31

[playsforkepesh]

Kaidan: Sorry about missing out last week, Specialist-- and rushing you on this one. But I need to be out of here in less than an hour.

Sam: Not a problem. I'm more than ready to return to sleep before the late morning phone call rush over at the office.

Kaidan: They keeping you up in the mornings, Traynor?

Sam: 'Until morning' would be more accurate. And then again a few hours after those calls die down. I try to nap in between -- um. Not that I'm complaining! I could just... use some coffee.

Kaidan: I think that goes for all of us. But there's ( no rest for the dutiful. )

Sam: ...All right then. That certainly... carries on the trend. Well. If that's all, I suppose we're done for the day?

Kaidan: I believe it is. I have a portal to catch-- if you need anything dropped off at Alliance HQ, here's your last shot.

Sam: Nothing that I can think of! Have a safe trip.

Kaidan: Man the fort, Specialist.