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fandom_radio2015-03-01 09:13 am
myownface) wrote in fandom_radio2015-03-01 09:13 am
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Fandom Radio, Sunday, March 1st
Fandom! Faaandom, hiiii. Sparkle here, and I actually didn't miss you at all and want to go back to Mexico. I figured I'd get that off my chest before the squirrels shove these notes at me. Hear that? I didn't miss you! Or your stupid pollen, or your invasions, or your freaking cold...
*Chittering*
I know I'm Canadian. Why do you think so many of us make like geese and fly south for the winter? Mexico is awesome, is what I'm saying here. And doesn't generally come with freak blizzards that end in an infestation of bad-decision flowers. And that's all I'm going to say about that. Gimme the notes.
And of course the first one is about how yesterday was the last day of the cruise, with all its, you know, mostly-private rooms and weird shitty food and swimming and, like, it's a boat. It had a deck. Where there was more swimming. And bars. I liked the bars.
But, you know, all good things don't last forever or whatever the saying is, so we all came back to Fandom, where, in the dorms, Flick unpacked and checked his e-mail.
In not-the-dorms, Derek and Stiles did the flirting, cuddling thing at home, and Atton took a call and then, um, left. Which, like, whatever he left for this time better turn out okay, or I'm stuffing his fridge full of broccoli. And, like, over at the Gig, Mary stopped by to drop off some borrowed clothes to Dani, and they talked about some kind of pollen-related thing which I'm going to just assume from what the notes gave me was a walk of shame. Which, you know, I'm not sure why they call it that? It should be called a walk of fuck-yeah-I-totally-scored-last-night. I think a lot of us did that one last week. Like, a lot.
So congratulations on seeing some action, Mary!
Yesterday, though, all the real action was over at Caritas, where there were three minute dates as hosted by a somewhat blackmailed Joanie Storm! People drank up some liquid courage before we all went five rounds in fifteen minutes, dating some of Fandom's best and most bodacious.
Shut up, it alliterated.
Anyway, after we went our five rounds with mostly-strangers, Caritas was open for the post-date liquid courage crowd. Jalian and Ezra talked about their respective dates, and Mike and Tamsin talked about Mike's bed. Hey, squirrels, is there, like, a bow-chicka-bow-bow sound effect anywhere? Or should I just try to find some seventies porn tracks, which I'm pretty sure is the only time seventies music is even still cool anymore?
*Chittering?*
Oh god, I love you guys. And Fandom, I'm taking off, but when I do, I'm going to leave you with one hour of deep funky beats for you to do, you know, whatever the hell you want to do to. Bow-chicka-bow.
*Chittering*
I know I'm Canadian. Why do you think so many of us make like geese and fly south for the winter? Mexico is awesome, is what I'm saying here. And doesn't generally come with freak blizzards that end in an infestation of bad-decision flowers. And that's all I'm going to say about that. Gimme the notes.
And of course the first one is about how yesterday was the last day of the cruise, with all its, you know, mostly-private rooms and weird shitty food and swimming and, like, it's a boat. It had a deck. Where there was more swimming. And bars. I liked the bars.
But, you know, all good things don't last forever or whatever the saying is, so we all came back to Fandom, where, in the dorms, Flick unpacked and checked his e-mail.
In not-the-dorms, Derek and Stiles did the flirting, cuddling thing at home, and Atton took a call and then, um, left. Which, like, whatever he left for this time better turn out okay, or I'm stuffing his fridge full of broccoli. And, like, over at the Gig, Mary stopped by to drop off some borrowed clothes to Dani, and they talked about some kind of pollen-related thing which I'm going to just assume from what the notes gave me was a walk of shame. Which, you know, I'm not sure why they call it that? It should be called a walk of fuck-yeah-I-totally-scored-last-night. I think a lot of us did that one last week. Like, a lot.
So congratulations on seeing some action, Mary!
Yesterday, though, all the real action was over at Caritas, where there were three minute dates as hosted by a somewhat blackmailed Joanie Storm! People drank up some liquid courage before we all went five rounds in fifteen minutes, dating some of Fandom's best and most bodacious.
Shut up, it alliterated.
Anyway, after we went our five rounds with mostly-strangers, Caritas was open for the post-date liquid courage crowd. Jalian and Ezra talked about their respective dates, and Mike and Tamsin talked about Mike's bed. Hey, squirrels, is there, like, a bow-chicka-bow-bow sound effect anywhere? Or should I just try to find some seventies porn tracks, which I'm pretty sure is the only time seventies music is even still cool anymore?
*Chittering?*
Oh god, I love you guys. And Fandom, I'm taking off, but when I do, I'm going to leave you with one hour of deep funky beats for you to do, you know, whatever the hell you want to do to. Bow-chicka-bow.
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"Atton, who are you speaking to--?"
"Don't you dare touch my fridge!"
"Why are you yelling at that device--?"
"If he puts broccoli in my fridge I'm filling his dorm room with pork sausage."
"...Well, that's perfectly reasonable."