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Fandom Radio: Friday, November 4th.
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x_discospider_xBoth: 🎵 ~Troy and Summer in the moorn-ning!~~ 🎵
Troy: ....and we're back! With apologies from our guest this morning, who couldn't stick around, because someone decided to drink him.
Summer: Again, that wasn't a guest, Troy, that was my eggnog latte. This is a radio report, we don't have guests.
Troy: Well, not if you keep drinking them, Summer!
Summer: Just read the notes, Troy.
Troy: Oh, I will. Before you drink those, too! *a-hem* And onto ~the Radio~! In the SCHOOL yesterday, Intro to P.E. played dodgeball with balls on fire, Functioning Goverments talked about the ceremony of presidential inagurations, and that art class wrote poetry.
Nothing in ~the Dorms~ so we'll move on to...
Summer: TOWN! Where Stark got to enjoy a nice peppermint white chocolate mocha at the Perk and Duke was doing paperwork and getting peer-pressured into giving the stuff raises at Luke's. Duke. Duke. Give 'em an inch, Duke...that's all I'm saying.
Meanwhile, at the Trooper Station, some mistletoe got sick of waiting for Danny and Steeeeeve's will-they, won't-they flirting about towels and wetsuits and coats and took matters into its own...mrm, leaves?...and they used their excellent detecitive skills to figure out what the mistletoe wanted and that they really couldn't fight it anymore. Diego and Danny were talking about the awesome party going on tonight--
Troy:--which students were not invited to!
Summer: What is with you all being so wound up about that? It's an adult party? How many of you guys are inviting your teachers to your student parties?
Troy: W-well, I mean, that's--
Summer: Exactly. Anyway, now that we're done holding you in suspense over whether the party conversation turned into mistletoe kissing, the answer is...duh, obviously.
And speaking of which, this turned out to be great timing, because of course a bunch of us got together at Rey's yesterday to get the place decorated for tonight's party. And I don't mean that sarcastically, because kissing Annie is infinitely better than kissing squirrels--
*offended chittering*
I'm sorry, but it's true! Get over it! I was spared having to kiss Rey, probably because been-there, done-that when we were gremlin-bit that one time, and Jaskier wondered if this was going to turn into a drunken orgy well before even seeing the mistletoe, and it turns out he is very good at blowing up reindeer and eager to support important holiday traditions that I am not going to apologize for!
Jooooohn offered to let Rey stay at his place until after the post-party chaos has been cleaned up, because he's sweet like that and it's literally just across the hallway, and she might as well move in at this point, this apartment might not actually be salvagable, but, either way, he assured Annie that, yeah, he totally had keeping Rey busy on Saturday while Annnie tackled that Herculian task. Again. John. Like I said, you might need to keep her busy until Monday.
Which I'm sure will be sooooo~oooooo hard for you.
Anyway, that said, if you're thinking this has been way too lacking in kissing details for an apartment full of pretty people putting up decorations with pushy mistletoe lurking the whole time? One, you're totally right. And two? I've got you covered, because this mistletoe clearly had preferences and made sure Annie and Rey got in on that, after Annie reassured Rey that the lights were not a fire hazard and before deciding whether there should be regular mistletoe, and also, there's definitely glitter cannons.
Mwa ha ha.
Anyway! Jaye's philosophy class discussed the ethics of pushy mistletoe, where she and Steeeeeve talked about how being anti-social helped, but at least Steeeeeve was kissing Danny and not one of the troopers...
...
*small cough* And Eric was definitely kissing everyone at the DN, including Tiny.
Troy: And last but certainly not least, it turns out that Summer's game is so bad that she even failed to booty text her own boyfriend.
Summer: What? Where did you get that note? That is not what happened!
Troy: It's okay, Summer. Not all of us are naturally gifted with game, but you could always learn. Let me maybe be the one to teach you something.
Summer: Okay, yeah, no. We're done here.
**CLICK!**
Troy: ....and we're back! With apologies from our guest this morning, who couldn't stick around, because someone decided to drink him.
Summer: Again, that wasn't a guest, Troy, that was my eggnog latte. This is a radio report, we don't have guests.
Troy: Well, not if you keep drinking them, Summer!
Summer: Just read the notes, Troy.
Troy: Oh, I will. Before you drink those, too! *a-hem* And onto ~the Radio~! In the SCHOOL yesterday, Intro to P.E. played dodgeball with balls on fire, Functioning Goverments talked about the ceremony of presidential inagurations, and that art class wrote poetry.
Nothing in ~the Dorms~ so we'll move on to...
Summer: TOWN! Where Stark got to enjoy a nice peppermint white chocolate mocha at the Perk and Duke was doing paperwork and getting peer-pressured into giving the stuff raises at Luke's. Duke. Duke. Give 'em an inch, Duke...that's all I'm saying.
Meanwhile, at the Trooper Station, some mistletoe got sick of waiting for Danny and Steeeeeve's will-they, won't-they flirting about towels and wetsuits and coats and took matters into its own...mrm, leaves?...and they used their excellent detecitive skills to figure out what the mistletoe wanted and that they really couldn't fight it anymore. Diego and Danny were talking about the awesome party going on tonight--
Troy:--which students were not invited to!
Summer: What is with you all being so wound up about that? It's an adult party? How many of you guys are inviting your teachers to your student parties?
Troy: W-well, I mean, that's--
Summer: Exactly. Anyway, now that we're done holding you in suspense over whether the party conversation turned into mistletoe kissing, the answer is...duh, obviously.
And speaking of which, this turned out to be great timing, because of course a bunch of us got together at Rey's yesterday to get the place decorated for tonight's party. And I don't mean that sarcastically, because kissing Annie is infinitely better than kissing squirrels--
*offended chittering*
I'm sorry, but it's true! Get over it! I was spared having to kiss Rey, probably because been-there, done-that when we were gremlin-bit that one time, and Jaskier wondered if this was going to turn into a drunken orgy well before even seeing the mistletoe, and it turns out he is very good at blowing up reindeer and eager to support important holiday traditions that I am not going to apologize for!
Jooooohn offered to let Rey stay at his place until after the post-party chaos has been cleaned up, because he's sweet like that and it's literally just across the hallway, and she might as well move in at this point, this apartment might not actually be salvagable, but, either way, he assured Annie that, yeah, he totally had keeping Rey busy on Saturday while Annnie tackled that Herculian task. Again. John. Like I said, you might need to keep her busy until Monday.
Which I'm sure will be sooooo~oooooo hard for you.
Anyway, that said, if you're thinking this has been way too lacking in kissing details for an apartment full of pretty people putting up decorations with pushy mistletoe lurking the whole time? One, you're totally right. And two? I've got you covered, because this mistletoe clearly had preferences and made sure Annie and Rey got in on that, after Annie reassured Rey that the lights were not a fire hazard and before deciding whether there should be regular mistletoe, and also, there's definitely glitter cannons.
Mwa ha ha.
Anyway! Jaye's philosophy class discussed the ethics of pushy mistletoe, where she and Steeeeeve talked about how being anti-social helped, but at least Steeeeeve was kissing Danny and not one of the troopers...
...
*small cough* And Eric was definitely kissing everyone at the DN, including Tiny.
Troy: And last but certainly not least, it turns out that Summer's game is so bad that she even failed to booty text her own boyfriend.
Summer: What? Where did you get that note? That is not what happened!
Troy: It's okay, Summer. Not all of us are naturally gifted with game, but you could always learn. Let me maybe be the one to teach you something.
Summer: Okay, yeah, no. We're done here.
**CLICK!**