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Fandom Radio, Friday, April 25, 2014
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rilla-myrilla.livejournal.comWelcome to the last day of classes before graduation. How did that happen? This is Rilla Blythe on my very last broadcast here in Fandom. I am heading back to Canada, so if any of you have a burning interest in seeing it in 1916, talk to me before I leave next week!
We start as usual with classes, where Mr. Lyman tried to ease the pain of taking a government exam by offering pastries and hot drinks. You'd have to ask his class if that really helped at all. After class, Miss Yorkes asked him for a college recommendation in case she ever decides to go. Mr. Odinson's class watched King of the Bracelets instead of taking an exam because the film is about one of the greatest quests ever, apparently, and How to Cope With Suddenly Being Famous' final class talked about what part of their personal lives they wouldn't want to come under scrutiny. For me, it's all of it, which is why I don't want to become famous.
Nothing was going on in the dormitories--mostly cleaning for the arrival of guests, I assume--but town was quite busy. Mr. Stilinski stopped by Mr. Hale's home with a meat lover's pizza--
*squirrelly snickers*
--which is amusing for some reason, in order to make up for Mr. Hale's terrible week. Getting hit with cupcakes can't be that bad.
*more chittering*
Oh, apparently there was more to it than just that. Miss Sekemoto was in the park early this morning, where Mr. Bartamian showed up and they played tag--they haven't turned five, for those who may be worried--and then made a date for a bike ride later. Mr. Alenko stopped his jog to check in with Miss Sekemoto as well, and they made plans to go on vacation to the most boring place they could think of. Might I suggest Saskatoon? Miss Pryde was also there and gave Miss Sekemoto a hug when she discovered what a terrible few weeks she'd had. It seems like all sorts of terrible things have been happening to people that I didn't know about! I think that makes me a terrible reporter. Mr. Starsmore fought a losing war against terrible music at Groovy Tunes--
*sound of dubstep being played for two minutes*
That's what was playing? How awful! And Miss Rosalind was dealing with her book store plant turning into one that has teeth and shoots FIREBALLS?! Well, it's a good thing Mrs. Winchester had looked into a new gardening service last week, that's all I can say about that. In other potentially garden related news, Miss Connell was dealing with an overabundence of geckos at the hotel. Please make sure there aren't any in Susan's room. She will be impossible to deal with otherwise. Miss Heartilly was in the Magic Box and met newcoming Mr. Thompson, who was wondering a bit about how magic worked here. If you'd told me four years ago that I would think that sentence was normal, I would have sat you down with a bottle of Susan's tonics to treat the fever in your brain.
In further newcomer news, Mr. Wilson was advertising group counseling sessions on Mondays for people who have experienced trauma, so basically everyone who has ever stepped foot on this island. Naturally, he had a number of interested people stopping to talk to him about it. Mr. Starsmore told him this would be a very helpful service here, and Miss Pryde broke the news to him that this place is quite odd, complete with a high-five that didn't connect because her hand went through his.
...that's still bizarre. Mr. Spencer didn't seem to appreciate the idea of counseling and the topic of punching came up. I'm not sure hitting things is as productive as many of you believe...Miss Jack paused in her walk with her dog to flirt and explain that her past is still in Fandom's future and I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson. I hope your head doesn't hurt too badly after that sort of conversation.
Finally, Miss Summers was off doing inventory at the club that I'm still not saying the name of, even on my last day.
...and that's everything. Oh goodness. God bless you, everyone. Or gods, depending on your reality of origin. I will miss you so much!
We start as usual with classes, where Mr. Lyman tried to ease the pain of taking a government exam by offering pastries and hot drinks. You'd have to ask his class if that really helped at all. After class, Miss Yorkes asked him for a college recommendation in case she ever decides to go. Mr. Odinson's class watched King of the Bracelets instead of taking an exam because the film is about one of the greatest quests ever, apparently, and How to Cope With Suddenly Being Famous' final class talked about what part of their personal lives they wouldn't want to come under scrutiny. For me, it's all of it, which is why I don't want to become famous.
Nothing was going on in the dormitories--mostly cleaning for the arrival of guests, I assume--but town was quite busy. Mr. Stilinski stopped by Mr. Hale's home with a meat lover's pizza--
*squirrelly snickers*
--which is amusing for some reason, in order to make up for Mr. Hale's terrible week. Getting hit with cupcakes can't be that bad.
*more chittering*
Oh, apparently there was more to it than just that. Miss Sekemoto was in the park early this morning, where Mr. Bartamian showed up and they played tag--they haven't turned five, for those who may be worried--and then made a date for a bike ride later. Mr. Alenko stopped his jog to check in with Miss Sekemoto as well, and they made plans to go on vacation to the most boring place they could think of. Might I suggest Saskatoon? Miss Pryde was also there and gave Miss Sekemoto a hug when she discovered what a terrible few weeks she'd had. It seems like all sorts of terrible things have been happening to people that I didn't know about! I think that makes me a terrible reporter. Mr. Starsmore fought a losing war against terrible music at Groovy Tunes--
*sound of dubstep being played for two minutes*
That's what was playing? How awful! And Miss Rosalind was dealing with her book store plant turning into one that has teeth and shoots FIREBALLS?! Well, it's a good thing Mrs. Winchester had looked into a new gardening service last week, that's all I can say about that. In other potentially garden related news, Miss Connell was dealing with an overabundence of geckos at the hotel. Please make sure there aren't any in Susan's room. She will be impossible to deal with otherwise. Miss Heartilly was in the Magic Box and met newcoming Mr. Thompson, who was wondering a bit about how magic worked here. If you'd told me four years ago that I would think that sentence was normal, I would have sat you down with a bottle of Susan's tonics to treat the fever in your brain.
In further newcomer news, Mr. Wilson was advertising group counseling sessions on Mondays for people who have experienced trauma, so basically everyone who has ever stepped foot on this island. Naturally, he had a number of interested people stopping to talk to him about it. Mr. Starsmore told him this would be a very helpful service here, and Miss Pryde broke the news to him that this place is quite odd, complete with a high-five that didn't connect because her hand went through his.
...that's still bizarre. Mr. Spencer didn't seem to appreciate the idea of counseling and the topic of punching came up. I'm not sure hitting things is as productive as many of you believe...Miss Jack paused in her walk with her dog to flirt and explain that her past is still in Fandom's future and I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson. I hope your head doesn't hurt too badly after that sort of conversation.
Finally, Miss Summers was off doing inventory at the club that I'm still not saying the name of, even on my last day.
...and that's everything. Oh goodness. God bless you, everyone. Or gods, depending on your reality of origin. I will miss you so much!