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fandom_radio2012-03-18 10:05 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandom_radio2012-03-18 10:05 am
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Fandom Radio, Sunday Morning 3/18
Deadpool: Heeeey, I almost missed this place.
Jono: So help me, I almost missed you.
Deadpool: ...you’re not gonna hug me, right?
Jono: I don't think I'm ready for that sort of commitment, really.
Deadpool: Just repress those emotions like a man. Maybe after this, we can sublimate through throwing eggs at Scott’s house.
Jono: … I'm in.
Deadpool: I love this town. The only news of the school was concerning the library, where Cassidy did not like green eggs and ham. She did not like them at all, Sam I Am.
Jono: Honestly, for the sake of all you people not from Earth, am I going to have to explain the point of all of the green yesterday here on the radio and just get it over with? It's an Irish-Christian holiday that was appropriated by the rest of the world as an excuse to pretend you've got some deep-hidden drop of Irish blood in you, and then get drunk. Preferably on Guinness. And now you know, Fandom Island.
Deadpool: Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the Lucky Charms in my Irish Carbomb.
Jono: Not exactly where I'd choose to put put my exceptionally sugary breakfast cereal, I'll admit. Things were fairly quiet in the dorms yesterday as well, with Caroline and Jake talking about future plans and wedding invitations. Er, not for their own wedding, mind.
Deadpool: You sure on that?
Jono: Fairly certain. But I suppose this note about someone named Bella could be mistaken, too.
Deadpool: Oh god, I hated those commercials.
Jono: Do I want to know? I don't want to know, do I? Things were a little more active in town yesterday, at least. Cassie was doing a bit of spring cleaning and listening to music at the Magic Box, and I was making certain that everything was in place at The Boards for our showing of The Petey Sci-Fi Talky Picture. Which is on Friday, I might add. Buy tickets while I spend the rest of the week reeling and wondering how it came to be show week already. Karla even stopped by to deliver costumes, and I couldn't turn up the opportunity to scar her for life by pointing out that some of those costumes were for Hercules.
Deadpool: So, now you scar our audience as well?
Jono: I don't get paid in anything but rum for this gig. I have to make it worth my while somehow, mate.
Deadpool: You’re an evil man, Starsmore. I like it.
Jono: Thought you might, yes. At Stark Industries, Topher was making excellent use of his shift time by looking up places to take Billy out on a date. And you better take good care of him, too, Topher. That's my Stage Manager you're courting, there. And at the Chilly Boulder, Ben and Karla had ice cream together. Ben's ice cream was green, in honour of the holiday. Though I can't imagine the pistachio-on-mint was particularly exciting, really.
Deadpool: So, over in the park, those crazy Skywalkers and the non-sparkly guy sang Danny Boy due to gremlins. Why did no one tape this for me? I need this kind of entertainment in my life, folks. I need it. When the gremliny bits wore off, Sparkler was rude to Ben. Which is uncalled for. Just because those guys are like catnip to gremlins, doesn't mean you can be rude. Be polite when you hate them for your public humiliation.
Jono: You know, I watched it and didn't think to record it for you? But there were other people there. I'm certain one of them had enough presence of mind to record some blackmail material.
Deadpool: Let me know, folks! I can pay! Or threaten you with a sword. One of ‘em.
Jono: Trust me, it's better to just come forward and surrender the footage quietly.
Deadpool: And that is how I became vice principal. And at the Devil's Nest, Bo was putting up a list of things that aren't allowed. Boooo. Down with lists! Some ginger wasn't too sure about that list, but since he's a redhead, his opinions don't matter. Sorry, it's sad but true. Kenzi stopped by for alcohol, but was rejected due to the law about ages and drinking. Pff. Who does that?
Jono: Responsible adults, apparently. That's why we have Caritas, innit?
Deadpool: Maybe Caritas isn’t cool anymore. Maybe our students have all turned hipster and just want a PBR and to complain about how everything is too mainstream.
Jono: If they think everything is too mainstream, they're clearly not looking hard enough for the underground acts. Posers.
Deadpool: You show up here in skinny jeans and a scarf next week and I’m kicking you out.
Jono: Kicked the tight trousers and wrappings habit over a year ago, mate. No worries there.
Deadpool: ...unless you’re implying that look was too mainstream for you.
Jono: … Should I start dressing that way again?
Deadpool: Only if it’s not ironically.
Jono: … Which, at this point, I think it would be. So I'll just settle for what I'm wearing now, not that it matters overmuch to people listening to a radio, and wish a good day to everybody at home. I think we've got eggs to buy.
Deadpool: Hell yeah! I’m picking up Jan to help!
Jono: So help me, I almost missed you.
Deadpool: ...you’re not gonna hug me, right?
Jono: I don't think I'm ready for that sort of commitment, really.
Deadpool: Just repress those emotions like a man. Maybe after this, we can sublimate through throwing eggs at Scott’s house.
Jono: … I'm in.
Deadpool: I love this town. The only news of the school was concerning the library, where Cassidy did not like green eggs and ham. She did not like them at all, Sam I Am.
Jono: Honestly, for the sake of all you people not from Earth, am I going to have to explain the point of all of the green yesterday here on the radio and just get it over with? It's an Irish-Christian holiday that was appropriated by the rest of the world as an excuse to pretend you've got some deep-hidden drop of Irish blood in you, and then get drunk. Preferably on Guinness. And now you know, Fandom Island.
Deadpool: Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the Lucky Charms in my Irish Carbomb.
Jono: Not exactly where I'd choose to put put my exceptionally sugary breakfast cereal, I'll admit. Things were fairly quiet in the dorms yesterday as well, with Caroline and Jake talking about future plans and wedding invitations. Er, not for their own wedding, mind.
Deadpool: You sure on that?
Jono: Fairly certain. But I suppose this note about someone named Bella could be mistaken, too.
Deadpool: Oh god, I hated those commercials.
Jono: Do I want to know? I don't want to know, do I? Things were a little more active in town yesterday, at least. Cassie was doing a bit of spring cleaning and listening to music at the Magic Box, and I was making certain that everything was in place at The Boards for our showing of The Petey Sci-Fi Talky Picture. Which is on Friday, I might add. Buy tickets while I spend the rest of the week reeling and wondering how it came to be show week already. Karla even stopped by to deliver costumes, and I couldn't turn up the opportunity to scar her for life by pointing out that some of those costumes were for Hercules.
Deadpool: So, now you scar our audience as well?
Jono: I don't get paid in anything but rum for this gig. I have to make it worth my while somehow, mate.
Deadpool: You’re an evil man, Starsmore. I like it.
Jono: Thought you might, yes. At Stark Industries, Topher was making excellent use of his shift time by looking up places to take Billy out on a date. And you better take good care of him, too, Topher. That's my Stage Manager you're courting, there. And at the Chilly Boulder, Ben and Karla had ice cream together. Ben's ice cream was green, in honour of the holiday. Though I can't imagine the pistachio-on-mint was particularly exciting, really.
Deadpool: So, over in the park, those crazy Skywalkers and the non-sparkly guy sang Danny Boy due to gremlins. Why did no one tape this for me? I need this kind of entertainment in my life, folks. I need it. When the gremliny bits wore off, Sparkler was rude to Ben. Which is uncalled for. Just because those guys are like catnip to gremlins, doesn't mean you can be rude. Be polite when you hate them for your public humiliation.
Jono: You know, I watched it and didn't think to record it for you? But there were other people there. I'm certain one of them had enough presence of mind to record some blackmail material.
Deadpool: Let me know, folks! I can pay! Or threaten you with a sword. One of ‘em.
Jono: Trust me, it's better to just come forward and surrender the footage quietly.
Deadpool: And that is how I became vice principal. And at the Devil's Nest, Bo was putting up a list of things that aren't allowed. Boooo. Down with lists! Some ginger wasn't too sure about that list, but since he's a redhead, his opinions don't matter. Sorry, it's sad but true. Kenzi stopped by for alcohol, but was rejected due to the law about ages and drinking. Pff. Who does that?
Jono: Responsible adults, apparently. That's why we have Caritas, innit?
Deadpool: Maybe Caritas isn’t cool anymore. Maybe our students have all turned hipster and just want a PBR and to complain about how everything is too mainstream.
Jono: If they think everything is too mainstream, they're clearly not looking hard enough for the underground acts. Posers.
Deadpool: You show up here in skinny jeans and a scarf next week and I’m kicking you out.
Jono: Kicked the tight trousers and wrappings habit over a year ago, mate. No worries there.
Deadpool: ...unless you’re implying that look was too mainstream for you.
Jono: … Should I start dressing that way again?
Deadpool: Only if it’s not ironically.
Jono: … Which, at this point, I think it would be. So I'll just settle for what I'm wearing now, not that it matters overmuch to people listening to a radio, and wish a good day to everybody at home. I think we've got eggs to buy.
Deadpool: Hell yeah! I’m picking up Jan to help!