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fandom_radio2012-12-11 08:14 am
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Fandom Radio, Tuesday, December 11th
-- And if you'd tried that stunt on me two weeks ago, I would've melted your bloody face off. So can you at least be thankful about that, and just leave me the hell alone?
*The jolly rustling of a fistful of mistletoe*
.... Sigh. Can you at least let me do my radio broadcast, and we can continue this extremely one-sided conversation in a minute? There's only so much aggressive holiday cheer I can take before I start kicking and screaming, and my alarm clock was still playing Christmas carols when it woke me up this morning.
*Thoughtful silence, and then more rustling*
OUT!
*Sounds of a scuffle, and then a slamming door*
Naffin' snowme-- I'm already on the air?! Bloody hell! Fandom, this is Jonothon Starsmore, and you just narrowly avoided me coming in here with a snowman for a radio co-host this morning. Be thankful for that. It might've started punching the radio equipment with mistletoe, and the last thing the island needs is holiday-related microphone feedback. Now, I can see I have notes, so I'm going to read these, and then maybe if I hurry I can sneak out th'back door before more of those bloody things show up.
We'll start, as usual, with the School, and by extension the beginning of finals week. Philosophy, for example, watched yet another video about giant reptiles trying to mutilate one another. They just happened to do it while also taking an actual final exam about philosophy. Jaye, that's positively vicious. I love it. Two Lions and How To Start A Business also wrote their final exams, with the latter doing theirs in the form of a lemonade stand. It's a bit... December for lemonade at the moment, I should think.
Moving along to Dorms, where all that anybody did that was apparently noteworthy at all was Rilla, attempting to teach little Jims how to say her name properly. Keep fighting the good fight, Ms. Blythe. He'll learn how to say the letter R any moment now, I'm sure.
Last up, there's Town, which, yesterday, was beautifully free of mistletoe harassment. It did have Cade over at Stark Industries, though, reading through motorcycle magazines. They're fun, Cade. A lot of fun. But you'd have to take one to the mainland to drive it, which is about the only thing keeping me from getting one for myself. Jack was doing some holiday shopping for the Devil's Nest during his shift, and at Cafe Lukes, Priestly was in a bit of a mood. At least Kenzi stopped in to try to cheer him up by... complaining about the after-effects of too much weed. You didn't believe in anything even approaching moderation while you were a blacklisted communist reigning anarchy down on the island, did you Kenzi? Priestly also got a phone call from Dinah, which hopefully helped cheer him up after last week's oddness. If not, I know a snowman he can talk to. And at the Wellspring Arms, Alice was humming along with the Christmas carols.
I suppose at least someone on the island is embracing the holiday cheer. Good. Maybe the half-dozen snowmen that are lurking outside the radio station after that broadcast can go bother her instead.
No luck? Bloody hell, this is going to be quite the interesting trip home.
*The jolly rustling of a fistful of mistletoe*
.... Sigh. Can you at least let me do my radio broadcast, and we can continue this extremely one-sided conversation in a minute? There's only so much aggressive holiday cheer I can take before I start kicking and screaming, and my alarm clock was still playing Christmas carols when it woke me up this morning.
*Thoughtful silence, and then more rustling*
OUT!
*Sounds of a scuffle, and then a slamming door*
Naffin' snowme-- I'm already on the air?! Bloody hell! Fandom, this is Jonothon Starsmore, and you just narrowly avoided me coming in here with a snowman for a radio co-host this morning. Be thankful for that. It might've started punching the radio equipment with mistletoe, and the last thing the island needs is holiday-related microphone feedback. Now, I can see I have notes, so I'm going to read these, and then maybe if I hurry I can sneak out th'back door before more of those bloody things show up.
We'll start, as usual, with the School, and by extension the beginning of finals week. Philosophy, for example, watched yet another video about giant reptiles trying to mutilate one another. They just happened to do it while also taking an actual final exam about philosophy. Jaye, that's positively vicious. I love it. Two Lions and How To Start A Business also wrote their final exams, with the latter doing theirs in the form of a lemonade stand. It's a bit... December for lemonade at the moment, I should think.
Moving along to Dorms, where all that anybody did that was apparently noteworthy at all was Rilla, attempting to teach little Jims how to say her name properly. Keep fighting the good fight, Ms. Blythe. He'll learn how to say the letter R any moment now, I'm sure.
Last up, there's Town, which, yesterday, was beautifully free of mistletoe harassment. It did have Cade over at Stark Industries, though, reading through motorcycle magazines. They're fun, Cade. A lot of fun. But you'd have to take one to the mainland to drive it, which is about the only thing keeping me from getting one for myself. Jack was doing some holiday shopping for the Devil's Nest during his shift, and at Cafe Lukes, Priestly was in a bit of a mood. At least Kenzi stopped in to try to cheer him up by... complaining about the after-effects of too much weed. You didn't believe in anything even approaching moderation while you were a blacklisted communist reigning anarchy down on the island, did you Kenzi? Priestly also got a phone call from Dinah, which hopefully helped cheer him up after last week's oddness. If not, I know a snowman he can talk to. And at the Wellspring Arms, Alice was humming along with the Christmas carols.
I suppose at least someone on the island is embracing the holiday cheer. Good. Maybe the half-dozen snowmen that are lurking outside the radio station after that broadcast can go bother her instead.
No luck? Bloody hell, this is going to be quite the interesting trip home.