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Fandom Radio, 4/22/07
Hi, Fandom. It's Nadia here on WTFH. Want to know what sucks? Being in the middle of kissing your boyfriend and then suddenly finding yourself beat up and holding a blowtorch in a church. For the record, I'd like to apologize for whatever the hell it was I apparently did to Chrono, or anyone else who was there, as well.
That being said, let's move onto the news, m'kay?
School sucks. Or at least finals do
Principal Washburn had office hours today, and Cameron and Dick both dropped by. Go them.
The slowly emptying dorms
Apparently there was a shirtless Jack in the lobby telling people to lick seahorses for luck. Dios, this country is weird. Apparently he provided lollipops. Jaye wasn't sure she needed that kind of luck. Wait, are we going with actual seahorses, here, or the people who lived in that cabin last year? Because if it's the second one, then who cares about the luck? Lick away. Or, okay, watch someone else do it, like Mac did. Cedric worried that this would just be a distraction from studying. I should have spent the evening "studying anatomy" with Walter before coming here. But, no, instead I apparently spent it in a gunfight in a church. Ah. Fandom.
Jack told Lana she needed to get over her evil self. She probably did. And continuing to apologize don't actually help, either. As much as one might wish it would. Billy had "omg, first finals ever!" stress, and took lollipops because apparently Jack wasn't his type. Oh, come on. Jack's EVERYONE'S type. Seely's dirty and he don't care, and if Bailey were still here, she'd find that either hysterical, or awesome. Probably not so much the seahorse licking, though, which Seely was apparently all for. As were Dean and Jack, though they're more into specific seahorses or something, because they figured they had all the luck they could handle. And they planned future seahorse-hazing.
That phrase is so wrong in so many ways. . . .
And apparently Isabel likes the spicy seahorses. And I'm not touching that one.
Elsewhere, Cameron apparently decided the best way to wake Dick up was with punching him in the face. Well, I guess at least it wasn't a kick in the crotch. Everyone here is secretly evil, aren't they. John Conner and Sakurazaki had a mostly silent tea. Was it one of those awkward silences that feels like it's actually something sitting in the room with you, staring at you and thinking about all the stupid, horrible things you've ever done in your petty little life? Because those totally suck. Cameron made a phone call. And then probably went to punch someone else in the face. Molly thought Anakin's idiocy was more important than Aeryn's studying. For all I know, Molly was right. *thowp* Ow, don't acorn me! I'm beaten up enough already, you crazy squirrels! Aeryn teased John about being Mrs. Claus.
. . .
Wait, what?
Rory interrupted Aeryn's studying, only she did it to bring her a birthday present. I didn't know it was Aeryn's birthday. Happy birthday, Aeryn. You're older than you've ever been. And now? You're even older.
River stopped by Jack's room early this morning to make him coffee. Which might explain why he thought a seahorse licking booth was a good idea. Phoebe did some kind of spell or something to make herself smarter for finals. Yeah. Because that ALWAYS works. Just tell me she didn't turn into a prarie dog or something. Well, she apparently hasn't yet, because Anders stopped in to tell her about the Teal Dear concert. Which is something else for me to feel bad about. I hate guilt. Lana checked in on Phoebe after . . . whatever it is that happened the other night, so, yay, still not a prarie dog. And Phoebe, Bel, and Anders got . . . well, I don't have a seven year old with me this week, so I get to be blunt. They had sex. Probably of the kinky sort. Giving the beast with two backs an extra back for extra future back pain, or something.
Rikku wised up and actually asked for advice from Hermione instead of twisting the laws of the universe to suit her own whims. Good for Rikku. I guess she learned an important lesson this semester, after all. Al found out that Walter's leaving by finding him packing. He didn't tell him before tonight? Am I going to have to smack him? Because I will. Eventually, at least. And Walter and I talked about going to "study anatomy". But we didn't. And the notes don't tell me why not, dammit, and I still don't know how I ended up in the church. . . . I like it better when the Fandom-ness of Fandom involves cute things like tiny bunnies and kids, not horrible ones like demons and gun fights. I'm just sayin'. Rikku woke Jude up using cookies. I'm not sure I want to know how that worked. Or how "sleep-snacking" works. But I will say that I'm vaguely jealous. Willow and English Peter finally find a moment in all their studying to talk about the fact that, oh, hey, they had KIDS last weekend. Priorities, people!
Parker demanded that Jack be her dancing idiot monkey boy. Or to entertain her. Same thing. Cedric interrupted them. Oh, sure, now the notes say they were "studying". Pick an alibi and stick to it, geez. Hamlet sent out emails. Filled with dark, gothic poetry. And woe. And attempts to rhyme silver.
*thwop*
What? What? That's what I did when I thought I was Hamlet. . . .
I hate this town
In town news, River met up with Millie and Proudfoot--who the heck is Proudfoot?--in the park, today, and they talked about their various special abilities. If any of those is mind control, I may have to hate them on principle. Chris was in a good mood, and so I hate him, too, as he opened up Book Haven. Luna was in a good mood when she set up Sunday brunch, and she was joined by Mac. Okay, seriously, people, what is with the good moods? There's finals and people leaving and CREEPY POSSESSING SPIDER DEMONS OR SOMETHING in this town! All reasons to be in BAD moods!
Ah, here we go, Tori and Billy apparently worked out on the beach, but separately. That's right, separate. So there. The twins hung out outside Sparky Repairs, today. If they're not careful, that kind of loitering will lead to deviance and lives of crime. Anakin and Luke worked on upgrading Anakin's shuttle. Probably filled with joy and bonding and happy feelings. *grumpy noises*
*thwop*
OW! Enough with the damned acorns already!
Ellen joined them while out enjoying the weather, and traded stories about kids with Anakin. Happy-happy. Marie opened Photo Hut and talked to the local hippie about her plans to GO AWAY for the summer. Funny how that happens. People going away. At least it sounds like she's coming back. Annette got her studying on in the park, where Dick showed up to tell her about fighting Cameron. She apparently got mad because he wouldn't give her the gory details. What the hell, Annette? Professor Next apparently managed to at least arrange for babysitting before she headed off into whatever the heck happened, tonight, so Logan, who is not the Logan from last year who was a bunny sometimes, watched Friday, while Anakin watched the Amazing Race.
My notes say "there was some kind of disturbing puppet show at the Church". Except, you know, that the puppets were actually REAL PEOPLE. And it SUCKED. A lot. And there was a fight with a demon, which also sucked and involved blow torches and gunfights and I SERIOUSLY DID NOT MEAN TO BURN EL PROFESSOR, PLEASE DON'T FAIL ME! And then, of course, we all had to clean up after it. And that's terrible.Though not as terrible as Lex Luthor stealing forty cakes. . . .
Xander attempted to write letters home, where- and whenever that happens to be. Over at Caritas, GOB attempted to make a scale reproduction of Giza using glassware. I'd say that I'd go for a drink to distract him when I'm done here, but I've got to go find my boyfriend and apologize for whatever the hell happened, tonight. The Devil's Nest was just as quiet, so Shuichi wrote songs. The clinic was quiet and empty this morning, but then got way too many patients this evening, thanks to that whole Church thing. Seriously, though, I know they tried to explain, but I really have no idea what, exactly, happened over there. Just that I hope that everyone who got hurt feels better very quickly.
And that's it for tonight. Good luck on your finals, everyone. And if you see any spiders or, I don't know, DEMONS that you don't already know as classmates or what-have-you? Do yourself a favor and smoosh them. I've got a boyfriend to find.
That being said, let's move onto the news, m'kay?
School sucks. Or at least finals do
Principal Washburn had office hours today, and Cameron and Dick both dropped by. Go them.
The slowly emptying dorms
Apparently there was a shirtless Jack in the lobby telling people to lick seahorses for luck. Dios, this country is weird. Apparently he provided lollipops. Jaye wasn't sure she needed that kind of luck. Wait, are we going with actual seahorses, here, or the people who lived in that cabin last year? Because if it's the second one, then who cares about the luck? Lick away. Or, okay, watch someone else do it, like Mac did. Cedric worried that this would just be a distraction from studying. I should have spent the evening "studying anatomy" with Walter before coming here. But, no, instead I apparently spent it in a gunfight in a church. Ah. Fandom.
Jack told Lana she needed to get over her evil self. She probably did. And continuing to apologize don't actually help, either. As much as one might wish it would. Billy had "omg, first finals ever!" stress, and took lollipops because apparently Jack wasn't his type. Oh, come on. Jack's EVERYONE'S type. Seely's dirty and he don't care, and if Bailey were still here, she'd find that either hysterical, or awesome. Probably not so much the seahorse licking, though, which Seely was apparently all for. As were Dean and Jack, though they're more into specific seahorses or something, because they figured they had all the luck they could handle. And they planned future seahorse-hazing.
That phrase is so wrong in so many ways. . . .
And apparently Isabel likes the spicy seahorses. And I'm not touching that one.
Elsewhere, Cameron apparently decided the best way to wake Dick up was with punching him in the face. Well, I guess at least it wasn't a kick in the crotch. Everyone here is secretly evil, aren't they. John Conner and Sakurazaki had a mostly silent tea. Was it one of those awkward silences that feels like it's actually something sitting in the room with you, staring at you and thinking about all the stupid, horrible things you've ever done in your petty little life? Because those totally suck. Cameron made a phone call. And then probably went to punch someone else in the face. Molly thought Anakin's idiocy was more important than Aeryn's studying. For all I know, Molly was right. *thowp* Ow, don't acorn me! I'm beaten up enough already, you crazy squirrels! Aeryn teased John about being Mrs. Claus.
. . .
Wait, what?
Rory interrupted Aeryn's studying, only she did it to bring her a birthday present. I didn't know it was Aeryn's birthday. Happy birthday, Aeryn. You're older than you've ever been. And now? You're even older.
River stopped by Jack's room early this morning to make him coffee. Which might explain why he thought a seahorse licking booth was a good idea. Phoebe did some kind of spell or something to make herself smarter for finals. Yeah. Because that ALWAYS works. Just tell me she didn't turn into a prarie dog or something. Well, she apparently hasn't yet, because Anders stopped in to tell her about the Teal Dear concert. Which is something else for me to feel bad about. I hate guilt. Lana checked in on Phoebe after . . . whatever it is that happened the other night, so, yay, still not a prarie dog. And Phoebe, Bel, and Anders got . . . well, I don't have a seven year old with me this week, so I get to be blunt. They had sex. Probably of the kinky sort. Giving the beast with two backs an extra back for extra future back pain, or something.
Rikku wised up and actually asked for advice from Hermione instead of twisting the laws of the universe to suit her own whims. Good for Rikku. I guess she learned an important lesson this semester, after all. Al found out that Walter's leaving by finding him packing. He didn't tell him before tonight? Am I going to have to smack him? Because I will. Eventually, at least. And Walter and I talked about going to "study anatomy". But we didn't. And the notes don't tell me why not, dammit, and I still don't know how I ended up in the church. . . . I like it better when the Fandom-ness of Fandom involves cute things like tiny bunnies and kids, not horrible ones like demons and gun fights. I'm just sayin'. Rikku woke Jude up using cookies. I'm not sure I want to know how that worked. Or how "sleep-snacking" works. But I will say that I'm vaguely jealous. Willow and English Peter finally find a moment in all their studying to talk about the fact that, oh, hey, they had KIDS last weekend. Priorities, people!
Parker demanded that Jack be her dancing idiot monkey boy. Or to entertain her. Same thing. Cedric interrupted them. Oh, sure, now the notes say they were "studying". Pick an alibi and stick to it, geez. Hamlet sent out emails. Filled with dark, gothic poetry. And woe. And attempts to rhyme silver.
*thwop*
What? What? That's what I did when I thought I was Hamlet. . . .
I hate this town
In town news, River met up with Millie and Proudfoot--who the heck is Proudfoot?--in the park, today, and they talked about their various special abilities. If any of those is mind control, I may have to hate them on principle. Chris was in a good mood, and so I hate him, too, as he opened up Book Haven. Luna was in a good mood when she set up Sunday brunch, and she was joined by Mac. Okay, seriously, people, what is with the good moods? There's finals and people leaving and CREEPY POSSESSING SPIDER DEMONS OR SOMETHING in this town! All reasons to be in BAD moods!
Ah, here we go, Tori and Billy apparently worked out on the beach, but separately. That's right, separate. So there. The twins hung out outside Sparky Repairs, today. If they're not careful, that kind of loitering will lead to deviance and lives of crime. Anakin and Luke worked on upgrading Anakin's shuttle. Probably filled with joy and bonding and happy feelings. *grumpy noises*
*thwop*
OW! Enough with the damned acorns already!
Ellen joined them while out enjoying the weather, and traded stories about kids with Anakin. Happy-happy. Marie opened Photo Hut and talked to the local hippie about her plans to GO AWAY for the summer. Funny how that happens. People going away. At least it sounds like she's coming back. Annette got her studying on in the park, where Dick showed up to tell her about fighting Cameron. She apparently got mad because he wouldn't give her the gory details. What the hell, Annette? Professor Next apparently managed to at least arrange for babysitting before she headed off into whatever the heck happened, tonight, so Logan, who is not the Logan from last year who was a bunny sometimes, watched Friday, while Anakin watched the Amazing Race.
My notes say "there was some kind of disturbing puppet show at the Church". Except, you know, that the puppets were actually REAL PEOPLE. And it SUCKED. A lot. And there was a fight with a demon, which also sucked and involved blow torches and gunfights and I SERIOUSLY DID NOT MEAN TO BURN EL PROFESSOR, PLEASE DON'T FAIL ME! And then, of course, we all had to clean up after it. And that's terrible.
Xander attempted to write letters home, where- and whenever that happens to be. Over at Caritas, GOB attempted to make a scale reproduction of Giza using glassware. I'd say that I'd go for a drink to distract him when I'm done here, but I've got to go find my boyfriend and apologize for whatever the hell happened, tonight. The Devil's Nest was just as quiet, so Shuichi wrote songs. The clinic was quiet and empty this morning, but then got way too many patients this evening, thanks to that whole Church thing. Seriously, though, I know they tried to explain, but I really have no idea what, exactly, happened over there. Just that I hope that everyone who got hurt feels better very quickly.
And that's it for tonight. Good luck on your finals, everyone. And if you see any spiders or, I don't know, DEMONS that you don't already know as classmates or what-have-you? Do yourself a favor and smoosh them. I've got a boyfriend to find.
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Walter settled in to wait for Nadia to come explain. Or at least as much as she could.
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He felt it was time. He could take the tail end of this chaos from whatever happened at the church and use it for his own means.
He placed a call.
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satisfyinginteresting part of that broadcast to Mac's mind. Second only to the bits about 'possessing spider demons'... because seriously.