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Fandom Radio, Tuesday, December 3rd
*A moment of two or dead air and what sounds suspiciously like squirrels giggling.*
Ooh. And here's another little rum. And another little rum! There's another tiny rum, yay! Oh! Oh! ANOTHER TNY RUM FOR ME! And--BACK OFF, LITTLE HORSE! THAT IS MY RUM!
*A thump, like something rather large hitting the floor and a tiny, panicked neigh.*
Stupid little horses, trying to steal my baby rums. Now, where's the next? Baby rums, where are you? Where did you go? I'm still thisty! I--arghhh! Leggo! Ow, you furry villains. I HAVE FIRST AID AND I KNOW HOW TO USE IT!
This is Doctor Navaan and I followed a trail of little baby rum bottles here to this room. Someone needed to take care of them until they grew up to be big and that person should be a doctor. Unfortunately, once I was here, my sunshine gear was stolen by hairy miscreants who made their getaways on small white horses. Now I'm stuck here until they bring my gear back because I have a medical condition that prevents me from going out into the sunlight.
I have explodes-from-sun-itis. Also, I have no more rum. Woe!
But there are some notes here. Oooh, it looks like gossip. I guess I'll read that until the blackguards return with my mask or more rum. Either is fine. I'm flexible. Just ask--
Ooooh, I'm getting another baby bottle of rum to start. Woo!
Starting with the School cause that's on top--heh heh 'on top' heh heh. Anger Management threw glass into a pit. That's an effective remedy for lots of ailments, actually. Especially if the glasses used to be full of alcohol, but aren't anymore because you drank them. Modern American History discussed the 90s and built something called a 'Geo City.' My notes say something about an Angel Fire, too. I think the city was probably destroyed. Angels are kind of [BLEEP], but Fun Gods are worse. Trust me, I'm a doctor.
After the epic battle for mortal souls in Geo, Teamwork took a quiz about strengths and weaknesses. Syphilis is a weakness, kids. Always remember that. Care For Magical Creatures took turns riding Hildisvíni, the battle swine and that sounds like something I could get behind. Did the battle pig manage to turn the tide in the Geo City war? Or the [BLEEP]-ing angels still winning? Someone should look into that. I want an update on my desk, stat!
While we're waiting for further developments, a Doombot showed a movie to the students of Science You Cannot Possibly Comprehend. Probably to get their minds off their dying comrades over in the city. Aww, that's sweet. In his office, Riley was humming music. What, like hymns? Riley, are you some kind of angel-sympathizer? Traitor!
All right listeners, I'll be rounding up an angry anti-angel mob after the sun goes down to root out the pro-angel factions in our midst. Meet at the bar because mobbing is thirsty work, what with all those pitchforks and torches and stuff.
Anyway, we've got some more stuff to report over in Dorms, where Vidar was looking for food in the 4th floor common room while Raleigh made sure no one was singing anymore angel hymns. Good job, Raleigh.
We need more vigilant people like Raleigh over in Town, because it's a hotbed for pro-angel activity. We have Cade at Stark Industries, Maddie at Wayne Industries, Hannah at Demon Marcus, and Kenzi all singing their allegiance to the angelic hosts raining death and fire on the innocent people of Geo City. This kind of behavior is shocking. Mob justice is clearly the only solution here.
Not everyone was willing to calmly accept this behavior. Flick was at the Perk, where the barista was also a traitor, and met with Loki who wanted to know if everyone was singing. He saw through Loki's clever ruse, pegging him as a 'Wee Three Kings' fan, which I can only assume is a code name. Out in the streets, when Roland was singing hymns, Dean came over to demand different songs, though Roland refused to comply. The notes don't really mention what happened next, but there is something about a 'Space Battle sequel,' so I can only assume it was violent. Good on you, Flick and Dean! In the park, Drac was sitting on a bench and listening to the music, when a very cheeful Raven stopped by to talk about what a pleasant evening it was. More code? More spies? Who can tell anymore?
Not me, I'm getting confused. The important thing is that tonight we'll be delivering mob justice to someone. And they'll deserve it. Because it's justice.
Elsewhere, Stiles went to some mansion because he was sick and Derek made the angriest chicken soup ever. Wait, who is this "Derek" character? Does he think he's some kind of doctor? Is the mansion a front for a hospital? Forget the angel-war-traitor-thing! This is way worse! Derek, you're on notice! You can't just come into town and buy up property as a front for some kind of shady hospital business deal!
Unlike this "Derek" person--if that's even HIS REAL NAME--there were two upstanding businessmen buying some property from Fandom's mayor. See? Now that's nice. That's what this town needs. More respectable businesses and less traitors and illicit hospitals.
But I'm done with these notes, so I'll leave you with one more important question: How long has there been a school nearby anyway? Is it another one of those cursed, invisible places that can only be seen by virgins? Ugh, I hate those.
Ooh. And here's another little rum. And another little rum! There's another tiny rum, yay! Oh! Oh! ANOTHER TNY RUM FOR ME! And--BACK OFF, LITTLE HORSE! THAT IS MY RUM!
*A thump, like something rather large hitting the floor and a tiny, panicked neigh.*
Stupid little horses, trying to steal my baby rums. Now, where's the next? Baby rums, where are you? Where did you go? I'm still thisty! I--arghhh! Leggo! Ow, you furry villains. I HAVE FIRST AID AND I KNOW HOW TO USE IT!
This is Doctor Navaan and I followed a trail of little baby rum bottles here to this room. Someone needed to take care of them until they grew up to be big and that person should be a doctor. Unfortunately, once I was here, my sunshine gear was stolen by hairy miscreants who made their getaways on small white horses. Now I'm stuck here until they bring my gear back because I have a medical condition that prevents me from going out into the sunlight.
I have explodes-from-sun-itis. Also, I have no more rum. Woe!
But there are some notes here. Oooh, it looks like gossip. I guess I'll read that until the blackguards return with my mask or more rum. Either is fine. I'm flexible. Just ask--
Ooooh, I'm getting another baby bottle of rum to start. Woo!
Starting with the School cause that's on top--heh heh 'on top' heh heh. Anger Management threw glass into a pit. That's an effective remedy for lots of ailments, actually. Especially if the glasses used to be full of alcohol, but aren't anymore because you drank them. Modern American History discussed the 90s and built something called a 'Geo City.' My notes say something about an Angel Fire, too. I think the city was probably destroyed. Angels are kind of [BLEEP], but Fun Gods are worse. Trust me, I'm a doctor.
After the epic battle for mortal souls in Geo, Teamwork took a quiz about strengths and weaknesses. Syphilis is a weakness, kids. Always remember that. Care For Magical Creatures took turns riding Hildisvíni, the battle swine and that sounds like something I could get behind. Did the battle pig manage to turn the tide in the Geo City war? Or the [BLEEP]-ing angels still winning? Someone should look into that. I want an update on my desk, stat!
While we're waiting for further developments, a Doombot showed a movie to the students of Science You Cannot Possibly Comprehend. Probably to get their minds off their dying comrades over in the city. Aww, that's sweet. In his office, Riley was humming music. What, like hymns? Riley, are you some kind of angel-sympathizer? Traitor!
All right listeners, I'll be rounding up an angry anti-angel mob after the sun goes down to root out the pro-angel factions in our midst. Meet at the bar because mobbing is thirsty work, what with all those pitchforks and torches and stuff.
Anyway, we've got some more stuff to report over in Dorms, where Vidar was looking for food in the 4th floor common room while Raleigh made sure no one was singing anymore angel hymns. Good job, Raleigh.
We need more vigilant people like Raleigh over in Town, because it's a hotbed for pro-angel activity. We have Cade at Stark Industries, Maddie at Wayne Industries, Hannah at Demon Marcus, and Kenzi all singing their allegiance to the angelic hosts raining death and fire on the innocent people of Geo City. This kind of behavior is shocking. Mob justice is clearly the only solution here.
Not everyone was willing to calmly accept this behavior. Flick was at the Perk, where the barista was also a traitor, and met with Loki who wanted to know if everyone was singing. He saw through Loki's clever ruse, pegging him as a 'Wee Three Kings' fan, which I can only assume is a code name. Out in the streets, when Roland was singing hymns, Dean came over to demand different songs, though Roland refused to comply. The notes don't really mention what happened next, but there is something about a 'Space Battle sequel,' so I can only assume it was violent. Good on you, Flick and Dean! In the park, Drac was sitting on a bench and listening to the music, when a very cheeful Raven stopped by to talk about what a pleasant evening it was. More code? More spies? Who can tell anymore?
Not me, I'm getting confused. The important thing is that tonight we'll be delivering mob justice to someone. And they'll deserve it. Because it's justice.
Elsewhere, Stiles went to some mansion because he was sick and Derek made the angriest chicken soup ever. Wait, who is this "Derek" character? Does he think he's some kind of doctor? Is the mansion a front for a hospital? Forget the angel-war-traitor-thing! This is way worse! Derek, you're on notice! You can't just come into town and buy up property as a front for some kind of shady hospital business deal!
Unlike this "Derek" person--if that's even HIS REAL NAME--there were two upstanding businessmen buying some property from Fandom's mayor. See? Now that's nice. That's what this town needs. More respectable businesses and less traitors and illicit hospitals.
But I'm done with these notes, so I'll leave you with one more important question: How long has there been a school nearby anyway? Is it another one of those cursed, invisible places that can only be seen by virgins? Ugh, I hate those.