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Fandom Radio [Thursday, September 6, 2012]
Good morning, Fandom! Rilla Blythe here! Was it just me, or was yesterday a bit...peculiar?
*chittering*
Right then. Judging by the stack of notes here, it wasn't just me.
First we begin with classes, of course. Miss Pie's Model United Nations class instructed one another on holidays of our nations before deciding whether we should invade Texas or not. They have such dreadfully unattractive hats there, don't you think? Not that I think invading of them would help improve their fashion. In--goodness, that's a long name for a class--Personal Improvement Through Science: Aperture Laboratories Presents Physical Education, Miss Gladys--is that correct?--tested their cardios. Oh, that's their hearts! My father's a doctor. They changed in the locker room before trying to figure out the new sign in the corridor and then getting dropped--literally, oh dear!--into the lecture. Then they had to dodge lasers while trying to make a portal. Mr. Carter told Miss Gladys he'd rather take a neurotoxin than fall from heights, and I'm sorry, Mr. Carter, but the squirrels are decidedly disapproving of you sharing that.
Sword and Shield talked about scorched earth and if it's a good idea or not. Well, nothing can grow on earth that's scorched, so I'm against it. Hiding in Plain Sight learned how to notice when something is out of place in a marketplace and on a beach, and Miss Sholeh spent her shift at the library putting craft books back onto the shelves until Prince Ulrik stopped by at lunchtime, believing that she looked bit cross.
Mr. Starsmore was in his office when he realised he tasted like lemons yesterday. Mr. Mancha stopped in and wondered if he should demonstrate his powers if Mr...Magneto--Italian?--asked. Lord Lannister was in his office tasting like pickled beetroot--how do you know that?
*indignent chittering*
I think that might be go a little too far in learning the news. Principal McGonagall learned that she tasted of butterbeer, which I have never heard of, but I also don't spend my spare time in Caritas.
In the dormitories, Miss Drew discovered a cake with seven candles in the fifth floor common room. Mr. Stark came in and they discussed how they tasted like different things--he like metal, she like something called "spam", and then Miss Penderghast arrived and she and Miss Drew decided that the cake being here meant some seven year old's birthday was ruined somewhere else. That would be terrible! Mr. Brink was also worried about the potential of there being a seven year old around, but mostly because it might belong to him. It wasn't one of those days, thank heavens. Miss Drew told Mr. Logan that it was surprise cake, which was two suprises for Mr. Logan, who thought yesterday was Tuesday. Miss Penderghast announced "Cake!" and Mr. Logan replied with "Fork!" and then had to learn that it wasn't "Yell Out Nouns" Day. Miss Darling declared that if the fifth floor had free cake, she would visit more often. Please do! We're very nice
Mr. Kirk was licking his hand in his room yesterday, Mr. Brink was coding in his room before spending time in the common room I already mentioned, and Miss Fel was trying to figure out what flavor she was. She and Miss Penderghast concluded "champagne"--Miss Penderghast tasted of oranges--until Mr...Cade...came by to complain about tasting like a nerf.
I don't know what that is.
*chittering*
Why on Earth would he taste like a squishy foam thing? Very peculiar boy. Mr. Jackson tasted of salt water taffy and learned that despite his thoughts on the subject, Mr. Castellan didn't taste like beets. He tasted like cherry Kool-Aid. This was a very odd day, wasn't it?
In town, Mr. Barton and Miss Pryde woke up together--oh, are they married?--and learned how each other taste---I'm not reading that. Mr. Bolton returned to town and surprised his roommate Mr. Starsmore by...existing again, I suppose. Despite Mr. Bolton's suggestion, Mr. Starsmore was not interested in finding out what the combination of pina colada and lemon tasted like together. Miss Drew spent her shift in Stark Industries running tests to confirm she really did taste like Spam, Miss Ludgate made the barista at the Perk remake her drink so it wouldn't taste like cinnamon, Mr. Priestly was at the cafe trying not to eat his arm--
*CHITTERING*
Lick his arm! Not quite as cannibalistic. I apologise. Mr. Hale was listening to the Immigrant Song on repeat at the Devil's Nest, which is still a terrible name for anywhere. Mr. Stilinski paid a visit and got interrogated by Mr. Hale about how they knew each other back home. Amnesia or different times?
...I've been here too long if I think to ask that. Miss Pie wanted to know if Mr. Stilinski was a friend of Mr. Hale's and assured him that Mr. Hale would look wonderful in glitter. Mr. Priest wanted to know why Mr. Stilinski was in the bar--to prove Mr. Hale couldn't boss him around--and Miss Pie let Mr. Hale know she tasted like french fries before asking him if we should invade Texas. Mr. Priest wanted to know if Mr. Hale tasted like meat too--yick--but no, Mr. Hale tasted like burnt wood. More yick. Mr. Hale told Miss Solo that he hated this town, and glitter, but mostly this town. No one should hate anything. It's wrong!
Speaking of wrong, Mr. Hale and Mr. Northman were very unpleasant at each other, which is terribly rude.
And that's all the notes I have! Hopefully everyone is back to not tasting like weird things. I must rush off for classes now--have a good Thursday, everyone!
*chittering*
Right then. Judging by the stack of notes here, it wasn't just me.
First we begin with classes, of course. Miss Pie's Model United Nations class instructed one another on holidays of our nations before deciding whether we should invade Texas or not. They have such dreadfully unattractive hats there, don't you think? Not that I think invading of them would help improve their fashion. In--goodness, that's a long name for a class--Personal Improvement Through Science: Aperture Laboratories Presents Physical Education, Miss Gladys--is that correct?--tested their cardios. Oh, that's their hearts! My father's a doctor. They changed in the locker room before trying to figure out the new sign in the corridor and then getting dropped--literally, oh dear!--into the lecture. Then they had to dodge lasers while trying to make a portal. Mr. Carter told Miss Gladys he'd rather take a neurotoxin than fall from heights, and I'm sorry, Mr. Carter, but the squirrels are decidedly disapproving of you sharing that.
Sword and Shield talked about scorched earth and if it's a good idea or not. Well, nothing can grow on earth that's scorched, so I'm against it. Hiding in Plain Sight learned how to notice when something is out of place in a marketplace and on a beach, and Miss Sholeh spent her shift at the library putting craft books back onto the shelves until Prince Ulrik stopped by at lunchtime, believing that she looked bit cross.
Mr. Starsmore was in his office when he realised he tasted like lemons yesterday. Mr. Mancha stopped in and wondered if he should demonstrate his powers if Mr...Magneto--Italian?--asked. Lord Lannister was in his office tasting like pickled beetroot--how do you know that?
*indignent chittering*
I think that might be go a little too far in learning the news. Principal McGonagall learned that she tasted of butterbeer, which I have never heard of, but I also don't spend my spare time in Caritas.
In the dormitories, Miss Drew discovered a cake with seven candles in the fifth floor common room. Mr. Stark came in and they discussed how they tasted like different things--he like metal, she like something called "spam", and then Miss Penderghast arrived and she and Miss Drew decided that the cake being here meant some seven year old's birthday was ruined somewhere else. That would be terrible! Mr. Brink was also worried about the potential of there being a seven year old around, but mostly because it might belong to him. It wasn't one of those days, thank heavens. Miss Drew told Mr. Logan that it was surprise cake, which was two suprises for Mr. Logan, who thought yesterday was Tuesday. Miss Penderghast announced "Cake!" and Mr. Logan replied with "Fork!" and then had to learn that it wasn't "Yell Out Nouns" Day. Miss Darling declared that if the fifth floor had free cake, she would visit more often. Please do! We're very nice
Mr. Kirk was licking his hand in his room yesterday, Mr. Brink was coding in his room before spending time in the common room I already mentioned, and Miss Fel was trying to figure out what flavor she was. She and Miss Penderghast concluded "champagne"--Miss Penderghast tasted of oranges--until Mr...Cade...came by to complain about tasting like a nerf.
I don't know what that is.
*chittering*
Why on Earth would he taste like a squishy foam thing? Very peculiar boy. Mr. Jackson tasted of salt water taffy and learned that despite his thoughts on the subject, Mr. Castellan didn't taste like beets. He tasted like cherry Kool-Aid. This was a very odd day, wasn't it?
In town, Mr. Barton and Miss Pryde woke up together--oh, are they married?--and learned how each other taste---I'm not reading that. Mr. Bolton returned to town and surprised his roommate Mr. Starsmore by...existing again, I suppose. Despite Mr. Bolton's suggestion, Mr. Starsmore was not interested in finding out what the combination of pina colada and lemon tasted like together. Miss Drew spent her shift in Stark Industries running tests to confirm she really did taste like Spam, Miss Ludgate made the barista at the Perk remake her drink so it wouldn't taste like cinnamon, Mr. Priestly was at the cafe trying not to eat his arm--
*CHITTERING*
Lick his arm! Not quite as cannibalistic. I apologise. Mr. Hale was listening to the Immigrant Song on repeat at the Devil's Nest, which is still a terrible name for anywhere. Mr. Stilinski paid a visit and got interrogated by Mr. Hale about how they knew each other back home. Amnesia or different times?
...I've been here too long if I think to ask that. Miss Pie wanted to know if Mr. Stilinski was a friend of Mr. Hale's and assured him that Mr. Hale would look wonderful in glitter. Mr. Priest wanted to know why Mr. Stilinski was in the bar--to prove Mr. Hale couldn't boss him around--and Miss Pie let Mr. Hale know she tasted like french fries before asking him if we should invade Texas. Mr. Priest wanted to know if Mr. Hale tasted like meat too--yick--but no, Mr. Hale tasted like burnt wood. More yick. Mr. Hale told Miss Solo that he hated this town, and glitter, but mostly this town. No one should hate anything. It's wrong!
Speaking of wrong, Mr. Hale and Mr. Northman were very unpleasant at each other, which is terribly rude.
And that's all the notes I have! Hopefully everyone is back to not tasting like weird things. I must rush off for classes now--have a good Thursday, everyone!