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fandom_radio2015-01-29 11:52 pm
nuclear_snide) wrote in fandom_radio2015-01-29 11:52 pm
Fandom Radio, Friday, January 30th
*chittering*
All right, I'm coming. If these things stop working, I won't be held responsible.
*chittering* *scrambling*
...That's fairly impressive, actually.
Hello, everybody on the radio! My name is Bob, and I'll be reading a bunch of notes today which are currently being held up by a squirrel on top of a rather large pyramid of squirrels. I'm tempted to see how long they can hold it!
*stern chittering*
Well, I did say tempted, not that I would. Anyway, apparently the boy who usually does radio this morning looked simply too adorable to wake up, or something, and the squirrels didn't want to wait, so they went for someone who was already up. Hot date?
*excited chittering*
Oo, can I...no, never mind. Even I'm not that desperate.
All right, let's get on with it then, before I end up with a pile of wounded and back-strained squirrels here.
Over at the school yesterday there were classes. In History of Poisons, Karla was back after giving birth or something, and she took her class into the Danger Shop - oh, can I say, that thing is wonderful? Almost as good as magic! I used it the other day to pull up a bit of warm forest; very nice. Karla used it yesterday for a warm poison garden that's usually in Alnwick, Northumberland. Ooo. She lectured a bit, and then the students got to go look at all the fake poisonous plants. Probably better than real ones, if you have to show them to teenagers, honestly. Some sorcerers lose more students that way. Still, Darwinism at work, I suppose.
After that, the Art of BS, which I still can't believe is a class, made Valentine's Day cards that were supposed to be absolutely full of it, but not too full of it, and after that, they got to do even more BS about why they would all make excellent dates for Valentine's Day. Presumably because they're suave, debonair, and good at sex. If they said anything else, I'd fail them at BS.
In the next class, Self Defense of the nonmagical sort practised getting themselves out of various holds by partnering up and having a go at each other. Not dirty, as they say.
And in Jones' Independent Study, there was a bit of a lecture, and then the students presented their theses. Bo-ring.
*chittering*
Whatever you say. You're squirrels; you probably think feeling each other's nuts is interesting.
Elsewhere in the school, Cosette was wrangling - the squirrels are making cowboy gestures, good lord - periodicals in the library.
In the dorms, Gwen was ignoring the TV in the fourth floor common room and doing research instead, which sounds very studious, if she weren't researching how to win the dorm snowball fight on Saturday. Get Anders; he's good with cold. Don't say I didn't talk you up, Anders. Ezra wanted to take part in the strategising, but he refused say what floor he's on. Smart boy; the squirrels approve, too. And Vider showed up and wanted to order food and get really serious about it all, which mostly meant speculating about who on the fourth floor might have useful powers, and about Johnny. They think he'll be the third floor's ringer, so third floor - find another one and hit them when they aren't looking!
*chittering*?
I'm not on anyone's side. I just love a good snow battle.
And in the rest of the town here, Mike was all bundled up warm at the Perk, drinking hot chocolate and people watching. Éponine - that's the one with the really big… *suggestive noise*
*chittering*!
What? Mail bag! She's got a really big mail bag! Dirty-minded squirrels. She stopped in for something warm, too, and they complained to each other about the cold and caught up a bit.
And at...oo, 'Dite's Decadent Delights! How much news do you get from there? Anything good?
*chittering*
*sigh* Oh, well. Anyway, Amy had a really big shipment of really big fake cocks to put out on the shelves. How dull for a sex shop! And at Caritas, Cara was using all the ice on herself. Now, that's more like it. Apparently she did something and has all sorts of aching muscles. You know what I mean?
*chittering*
Oh, fine. Never mind. See if I do you a favour again!
All right, I'm coming. If these things stop working, I won't be held responsible.
*chittering* *scrambling*
...That's fairly impressive, actually.
Hello, everybody on the radio! My name is Bob, and I'll be reading a bunch of notes today which are currently being held up by a squirrel on top of a rather large pyramid of squirrels. I'm tempted to see how long they can hold it!
*stern chittering*
Well, I did say tempted, not that I would. Anyway, apparently the boy who usually does radio this morning looked simply too adorable to wake up, or something, and the squirrels didn't want to wait, so they went for someone who was already up. Hot date?
*excited chittering*
Oo, can I...no, never mind. Even I'm not that desperate.
All right, let's get on with it then, before I end up with a pile of wounded and back-strained squirrels here.
Over at the school yesterday there were classes. In History of Poisons, Karla was back after giving birth or something, and she took her class into the Danger Shop - oh, can I say, that thing is wonderful? Almost as good as magic! I used it the other day to pull up a bit of warm forest; very nice. Karla used it yesterday for a warm poison garden that's usually in Alnwick, Northumberland. Ooo. She lectured a bit, and then the students got to go look at all the fake poisonous plants. Probably better than real ones, if you have to show them to teenagers, honestly. Some sorcerers lose more students that way. Still, Darwinism at work, I suppose.
After that, the Art of BS, which I still can't believe is a class, made Valentine's Day cards that were supposed to be absolutely full of it, but not too full of it, and after that, they got to do even more BS about why they would all make excellent dates for Valentine's Day. Presumably because they're suave, debonair, and good at sex. If they said anything else, I'd fail them at BS.
In the next class, Self Defense of the nonmagical sort practised getting themselves out of various holds by partnering up and having a go at each other. Not dirty, as they say.
And in Jones' Independent Study, there was a bit of a lecture, and then the students presented their theses. Bo-ring.
*chittering*
Whatever you say. You're squirrels; you probably think feeling each other's nuts is interesting.
Elsewhere in the school, Cosette was wrangling - the squirrels are making cowboy gestures, good lord - periodicals in the library.
In the dorms, Gwen was ignoring the TV in the fourth floor common room and doing research instead, which sounds very studious, if she weren't researching how to win the dorm snowball fight on Saturday. Get Anders; he's good with cold. Don't say I didn't talk you up, Anders. Ezra wanted to take part in the strategising, but he refused say what floor he's on. Smart boy; the squirrels approve, too. And Vider showed up and wanted to order food and get really serious about it all, which mostly meant speculating about who on the fourth floor might have useful powers, and about Johnny. They think he'll be the third floor's ringer, so third floor - find another one and hit them when they aren't looking!
*chittering*?
I'm not on anyone's side. I just love a good snow battle.
And in the rest of the town here, Mike was all bundled up warm at the Perk, drinking hot chocolate and people watching. Éponine - that's the one with the really big… *suggestive noise*
*chittering*!
What? Mail bag! She's got a really big mail bag! Dirty-minded squirrels. She stopped in for something warm, too, and they complained to each other about the cold and caught up a bit.
And at...oo, 'Dite's Decadent Delights! How much news do you get from there? Anything good?
*chittering*
*sigh* Oh, well. Anyway, Amy had a really big shipment of really big fake cocks to put out on the shelves. How dull for a sex shop! And at Caritas, Cara was using all the ice on herself. Now, that's more like it. Apparently she did something and has all sorts of aching muscles. You know what I mean?
*chittering*
Oh, fine. Never mind. See if I do you a favour again!