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Fandom Radio, June 6 (Tuesday)
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drumsticksandd20sThat was Helena Deland with "Spring Bug," and you're listening to WTFH. Fandom! What's up today?
Let's get right into it with Workshops notes, if you would, intern porg? Thanks. Galactic Field Trips took a little jaunt to a very autumn-themed workld called Voss. Blacksmithing Basics worked on making hilts for their swords, which... involved a lot of... hole management.
I did not write the wording of that note, thank you. Underwater Basket Weaving worked on diving. Like. Down waterfalls. Not off the 10-meter springboard or anything. WeirDON'Ts had to learn about baseball and why, according to Sam, it's the superior sport.
Are there notes for the Dorms? No, there are not. And so, on we move to Town.
All was quiet at the Photo Hut for Prompto, at least until lunchtime when Liz and Noctra came to check in on him and try and figure out what they wantend to have for dinner. Rosa was watching racing highlights on Ye Olde internet at Diaz $ Ass., and poor Summer had to contend with the National Hot Air Balloon theme at Turtle and Canary. Nell was chilling with a book and a cup of tea at Covent Garden Flowers until Watts came in asking for advice on plants that are the most safe to have around kitties. Vi was making a Pride-themed parade of minis at the Magpie Emporium, and then discussing the idea of making Little Bot and the gremlins have their own float.
Steve McGarrett was a little freaked out by all the stories about porgs with vampire teeth that have been floating around at the Trooper Station, and over at the Devil's Nest Eric was... not going along with Tiny's attempts to get him to teach hula. That is a horrifying mental image, you know. ANYWAY. Gladio told Eric he'd be bored without Tiny's antics. And um. Over at the Magic Box, Eliot was... napping in a sunbeam. Living the dream, man.
And of course, I cannot leave you without informing you of the latest crab lore drop from the Clinic: Stabby has been researching swords, and was allowed to have coffee. Both of these things are terrifying on their own, but in tandem...
I guess... watch your ankles?
Which is as good a note as any to sign off on for the week. But remember, I'll be back with you on Friday for the next installment of WTFH Pride radio.
Let's get right into it with Workshops notes, if you would, intern porg? Thanks. Galactic Field Trips took a little jaunt to a very autumn-themed workld called Voss. Blacksmithing Basics worked on making hilts for their swords, which... involved a lot of... hole management.
I did not write the wording of that note, thank you. Underwater Basket Weaving worked on diving. Like. Down waterfalls. Not off the 10-meter springboard or anything. WeirDON'Ts had to learn about baseball and why, according to Sam, it's the superior sport.
Are there notes for the Dorms? No, there are not. And so, on we move to Town.
All was quiet at the Photo Hut for Prompto, at least until lunchtime when Liz and Noctra came to check in on him and try and figure out what they wantend to have for dinner. Rosa was watching racing highlights on Ye Olde internet at Diaz $ Ass., and poor Summer had to contend with the National Hot Air Balloon theme at Turtle and Canary. Nell was chilling with a book and a cup of tea at Covent Garden Flowers until Watts came in asking for advice on plants that are the most safe to have around kitties. Vi was making a Pride-themed parade of minis at the Magpie Emporium, and then discussing the idea of making Little Bot and the gremlins have their own float.
Steve McGarrett was a little freaked out by all the stories about porgs with vampire teeth that have been floating around at the Trooper Station, and over at the Devil's Nest Eric was... not going along with Tiny's attempts to get him to teach hula. That is a horrifying mental image, you know. ANYWAY. Gladio told Eric he'd be bored without Tiny's antics. And um. Over at the Magic Box, Eliot was... napping in a sunbeam. Living the dream, man.
And of course, I cannot leave you without informing you of the latest crab lore drop from the Clinic: Stabby has been researching swords, and was allowed to have coffee. Both of these things are terrifying on their own, but in tandem...
I guess... watch your ankles?
Which is as good a note as any to sign off on for the week. But remember, I'll be back with you on Friday for the next installment of WTFH Pride radio.