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voiceoverdue ([personal profile] voiceoverdue) wrote in [community profile] fandom_radio2015-01-23 12:22 am

Fandom Radio, Friday, January 23rd

Good morning, listeners; Cecil here, with all the news from Fandom yesterday, and none of the eel. Which is a pretty good thing, because ugh, the smell, right? I think it's finally getting a bit better out there.

Anyway, all the live ones were gone by yesterday, thank goodness. And congratulations - there were no fatalities! I'm still not sure how Fandom manages that, really.

*chittering*

Oh, right. Probably.

Anyway, there was news as usual, so let's head over to classes to start!

In Jones' Independent Study class, she had an eel to study - or at least bits of it - and started going over the students' topics, but then an...really?

*chittering*!

Okay. Um. An old man showed up and said there was danger because of aliens and some sort of death ray? So the students hurried over to the Danger Shop, where they got attacked by enigmarons, who are aliens with no arms. They took Sparkle hostage - oh, no! - and the other students had to dismantle the death ray and rescue him. Did they?

*chittering*

Oh, good. *relieved sigh* Everything's fine, and it wasn't even real! I thought maybe the shop had gone evil or something. Really, this death-free streak has got to end sometime. I'm glad Sparkle made it, though!

After that class, The Art of BS practiced public speaking, which the squirrels are calling "longform BS". I'd go more with "performative", myself. Anyway, they gave speeches about the eels that were full of BS!

And then in Self Defense a friend of the teacher's from home, Brianna, showed up to help teach hand-to-hand combat in her underwear. Um. Is it that kind of class? There was a bit of a lecture, which was mostly snark and taking off clothes - why am I not taking this class? - and then the students paired up to do the same thing.

In History of Poisons, the teacher was still out on account of giving birth, so the students took a portal to her place to get taught by her teacher, who gave them a really long lecture and then held a discussion.

Elsewhere in the school, the library was being mischievous - never trust a library! - for Cosette and putting out marine biology books.

In the personal stuff that really only the people involved, the secret police, and the designated authorities should know about, Vic woke up but didn't want to get out of bed, because there might still be eels, and Anakin Skywalker - you know, the dean - was eating chocolate during his office hours.

*chittering*

Right. With no eels. And in the dorms, Ezra was flopped on the couch in a common room watching Real Housewives - oo, I don't remember - is that the one with the badger and octopus? I love that one! Ronan didn't agree, because he clearly has no taste, and suggested that Ezra read a book. Ezra decided he'd rather Ronan made him a sandwich, but Ronan just got food for him and his bird, and then he and Ezra argued about how uptight Ronan is and how loud they were both being.

Amy came by, too, and tried to tell Ronan the show's not that bad, and it's even educational because you can learn so many swear words! But then they got sidetracked and just talked about their parents. Which is never a good idea. I mean, do you really want to tempt the eldritch beings?

I showed up, too, just sort of wandering around with Foucault, and we both got to meet Ezra, and I made sure to tell him Foucault's not a student or anything, because a lot of folks seem to wonder about that. And then Amy and Ezra compared notes on being an ironic fan like Amy versus being an actual fan like Ezra.

And more in town, Dr. Lecter - whose food is to die for - threw a party with all kinds of eel food. Um, food made of eels, not food for eels. Which we all nearly were, right? That would have been no fun! Sparkle came by to show he was still alive and to eat the eel, and they talked about his classes and wine tasting, then Jono and Joni showed up - oh, I should've gone and brought Foucault! - and Jono and Dr. Lecter - whose food is to die for - talked about the eels and Karla. Not together. Well, they talked about them one after the other, but they weren't talking about Karla-with-eels, if you see what I mean.

Dr. Lecter - whose food is to die for - and Eliot - ugh talked a bit, about their handling the eels and their thoughts on guns in general. Eliot dislikes them - when he's not killing defenseless journalists with them, apparently - and Dr. Lecter - whose food is to die for - doesn't really mind them.

Karla and Warren showed up for the party but were pretty happy that they missed the eels, and Raven was with them, too.

Eventually, Jono snuck out of the party to avoid Karla, but he failed his stealth roll and she followed him.

Meanwhile earlier in the afternoon, Bob met Anders in the park, who told him about the eels and then demonstrated magic for him by annoying the flamingos.

...That's magic?

*chittering*

Really? I mean, I try not to, but I'm pretty sure people annoy them all the time without magic.

*chittering*

Whatever. Nathan showed up and watched them, and Anders said he was glad to have him there.

*chittering awwwww!*

And he also said Bob was good to practice with since he couldn't be hurt.

And at Caritas, Cara refused to let Tino sell anyone eel-infused cocktails. For which the squirrels are profoundly grateful and would like to thank you, Cara.

*chittered agreement*

Then
Atton came in
looking for a drink, so Cara made him something strong and he told her about his friend coming in to help teach and how they got down to their underwear. Which I'm still not sure is entirely appropriate.

Anyway, at least it isn't eels anymore. Just remember, listeners - if any of you was bitten by one of the eels, report to your nearest containment chamber the next full moon, just in case. Nothing's worse than uncontained were-eels! Well, maybe a few things, but look, my point is - it would be bad, okay? So be safe out there. And in the hopes that you all have a wonderful week, I leave you with the weather.