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fandom_radio2013-02-09 10:27 am
abitlowkey) wrote in fandom_radio2013-02-09 10:27 am
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Fandom Radio, Saturday Morning
Loki: I do not think it necessary to shove, squirrels. I was well on my way to arriving.
Atton: Can we do this some other time? I'm still hungover from yesterday's hangover.
Loki: ...you are most certainly not the Ares-son. Unless he has grown more surly and less blonde.
Atton: Hey, who are you calling surly? I'd be a beacon of sunshine if these squirrels hadn't dragged me in.
Loki: Of course you would. You have a cheery disposition, I am most certain of it.
Atton: Damn right I do. So. Notes?
Loki: Of course, dear stranger. In news of the school, we had classes. As we always do. Fandom Invasions spoke of communication and then played a rousing game of telephone. Mine brother and his companion the Captain America taught how to battle sexually transmitted diseases. There is so much in that I never wished to read. Barton was not in his class this week, rather making Kate Bishop play a movie for him. In Student Council, we discussed the theme for the dance. It will involve glitter. Oh! And Cheerleading met to work on cheers for the event planned at Caritas. They shall have a chorus to spur them to action with their beloveds.
Atton: Hey, hey, no encouraging anyone to action in Caritas, okay? I still need to be able to drink in there without horrific mental images forcing themselves on me.
Loki: If you are forced to have such mental images, then we have succeeded as a cheerleading squad.
Atton: I think you might want to review your mission statement there, kid.
Loki: No, I believe it was perfect as it stood.
Atton: What age are you anyway? Five?
Loki: As who I am now? I believe I would be considered around 2. As Loki? Thousands upon thousands of years and yet still more uncounted.
Atton: Let's go with 'two'. Jace hung around his room yesterday eating candy and reading something called Paradise Lost. Hey, whatever fuels your star cruiser. Natalie shows up to talk smack about what fuels Jace's star cruiser, and... 'ass-slapping'. No word on whose ass was slapped, but then I don't really care enough to demand answers of the squirrels.
Loki: Perhaps there was an unfortunate donkey involved in this conversation.
Atton: Donkey--? No, nevermind. I don't want to know. Kate Bishop spent her time in the third floor common room reading fashion magazines. Again, star cruises, fuel. Anyway, Stiles comes in and mistakes her for someone called Allison, and I'm sure this somehow led to merry antics. That's what happens around here, right?
Loki: Or attempted murder!
Atton: Nah, if there'd been an attempted murder, there'd have been popcorn.
Loki: You make a fair point.
Atton: Gert comes in to attack the food since she just spent some time cheerleading. Something about a dinosaur with a uniform? A dinosaur with a uniform and disbelief. Yeah, I can get that. Tony stops by to drink the old coffee because he's all out of patience. I'm pretty sure there's a word for guys like you, Tony. Someone's got to take your coffee away. Just not me. Because that's your fuel right there. I'll just leave the judging up to Gert. She seems like she's got a handle on that.
Loki: I believe we must prefer him addicted to coffee and not other things.
Atton: I don't know. Guys addicted to caf can be pretty damned annoying.
Loki: In town, Alec found that Wellspring Arms was covered in red balls. I am certain there is a joke here, but I am not uncouth enough to make it. Petra was busy organizing at Demon Marcus. Allie listened to the song 'It's Raining Men' at the Devil's Nest. If it was 'raining men' do you not think the streets would be awash with blood from the impact?
Atton: Depends. Are these men Force-sensitive?
Loki: Is that a form of Midgardian magic?
Atton: What--? No. You've met Jedi, right? Like the really arrogant tall guy who thinks he's the expert on everything ranging from hair care to moral failures?
Loki: Oh! Skywalker! Then I suppose yes.
Atton: In that case, there wouldn't be blood, and I'm getting out of town. Ugh. Jedi.
Loki: How dull. Alice and Allie then attempted to decipher the song's meaning save for a genocide. Oh, and at Caritas, Mike looked for cocktails named after the Madonna.
Atton: Don't even start. I can never get those songs out of my head.
Loki: I prefer Ke-dollar sign-ha.
Atton: I don't know. I'm constantly worried Ke-dollar sign-ha got thumped on the head in an alleyway or something.
Loki: And that would be her allure. Also, not looking as though she is a zombie waiting to fall apart like Madonna.
Atton: You need to spend more time at Caritas looking at the actual zombies. Except not. Because you're two.
Loki: I have gifs to show you to prove my statement accurate! After this is completed. Oh, which would appear to be now. Good morrow, Fandom!
Atton: Yeah, yeah. I'm going to go get a bottle of rum while I'm here anyway. Later.
Atton: Can we do this some other time? I'm still hungover from yesterday's hangover.
Loki: ...you are most certainly not the Ares-son. Unless he has grown more surly and less blonde.
Atton: Hey, who are you calling surly? I'd be a beacon of sunshine if these squirrels hadn't dragged me in.
Loki: Of course you would. You have a cheery disposition, I am most certain of it.
Atton: Damn right I do. So. Notes?
Loki: Of course, dear stranger. In news of the school, we had classes. As we always do. Fandom Invasions spoke of communication and then played a rousing game of telephone. Mine brother and his companion the Captain America taught how to battle sexually transmitted diseases. There is so much in that I never wished to read. Barton was not in his class this week, rather making Kate Bishop play a movie for him. In Student Council, we discussed the theme for the dance. It will involve glitter. Oh! And Cheerleading met to work on cheers for the event planned at Caritas. They shall have a chorus to spur them to action with their beloveds.
Atton: Hey, hey, no encouraging anyone to action in Caritas, okay? I still need to be able to drink in there without horrific mental images forcing themselves on me.
Loki: If you are forced to have such mental images, then we have succeeded as a cheerleading squad.
Atton: I think you might want to review your mission statement there, kid.
Loki: No, I believe it was perfect as it stood.
Atton: What age are you anyway? Five?
Loki: As who I am now? I believe I would be considered around 2. As Loki? Thousands upon thousands of years and yet still more uncounted.
Atton: Let's go with 'two'. Jace hung around his room yesterday eating candy and reading something called Paradise Lost. Hey, whatever fuels your star cruiser. Natalie shows up to talk smack about what fuels Jace's star cruiser, and... 'ass-slapping'. No word on whose ass was slapped, but then I don't really care enough to demand answers of the squirrels.
Loki: Perhaps there was an unfortunate donkey involved in this conversation.
Atton: Donkey--? No, nevermind. I don't want to know. Kate Bishop spent her time in the third floor common room reading fashion magazines. Again, star cruises, fuel. Anyway, Stiles comes in and mistakes her for someone called Allison, and I'm sure this somehow led to merry antics. That's what happens around here, right?
Loki: Or attempted murder!
Atton: Nah, if there'd been an attempted murder, there'd have been popcorn.
Loki: You make a fair point.
Atton: Gert comes in to attack the food since she just spent some time cheerleading. Something about a dinosaur with a uniform? A dinosaur with a uniform and disbelief. Yeah, I can get that. Tony stops by to drink the old coffee because he's all out of patience. I'm pretty sure there's a word for guys like you, Tony. Someone's got to take your coffee away. Just not me. Because that's your fuel right there. I'll just leave the judging up to Gert. She seems like she's got a handle on that.
Loki: I believe we must prefer him addicted to coffee and not other things.
Atton: I don't know. Guys addicted to caf can be pretty damned annoying.
Loki: In town, Alec found that Wellspring Arms was covered in red balls. I am certain there is a joke here, but I am not uncouth enough to make it. Petra was busy organizing at Demon Marcus. Allie listened to the song 'It's Raining Men' at the Devil's Nest. If it was 'raining men' do you not think the streets would be awash with blood from the impact?
Atton: Depends. Are these men Force-sensitive?
Loki: Is that a form of Midgardian magic?
Atton: What--? No. You've met Jedi, right? Like the really arrogant tall guy who thinks he's the expert on everything ranging from hair care to moral failures?
Loki: Oh! Skywalker! Then I suppose yes.
Atton: In that case, there wouldn't be blood, and I'm getting out of town. Ugh. Jedi.
Loki: How dull. Alice and Allie then attempted to decipher the song's meaning save for a genocide. Oh, and at Caritas, Mike looked for cocktails named after the Madonna.
Atton: Don't even start. I can never get those songs out of my head.
Loki: I prefer Ke-dollar sign-ha.
Atton: I don't know. I'm constantly worried Ke-dollar sign-ha got thumped on the head in an alleyway or something.
Loki: And that would be her allure. Also, not looking as though she is a zombie waiting to fall apart like Madonna.
Atton: You need to spend more time at Caritas looking at the actual zombies. Except not. Because you're two.
Loki: I have gifs to show you to prove my statement accurate! After this is completed. Oh, which would appear to be now. Good morrow, Fandom!
Atton: Yeah, yeah. I'm going to go get a bottle of rum while I'm here anyway. Later.