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fandom_radio2015-05-07 01:16 am
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Fandom Radio, Thursday, May 7th
Parker: ...zzzzzzzz.
Eliot: *angry growling noise*
Hardison: Man, you need to stop makin' that noise, a'ight? You're creepin' me out. S'bad enough I already got woke up from a sound sleep an' dragged out in the cold an' some squirrels all saw my--my bits, which, thanks, I ain't never gonna feel safe again, y'all--
Eliot: Right, and I'm creepin' you out -- Is that -- they really do have tiny bottles of rum.
*angry chittering*
Eliot: Yeah, well, you're sharing.
Hardison: Seriously? Seriously? You're really thinkin' about drinkin' right now? It's practically still dark out!
Eliot: And we were dragged out of bed by squirrels. 'Sides, I don't have to teach a class today.
Hardison: Man, you're just mean. That is what you are. Ain't that right, baby? Snore if you think I'm right.
Parker: Wrrrrglzzzz...
Hardison: ...That counts.
*confused chittering*
Eliot: Man, the squirrels are gettin' restless. Aren't there supposed to be . . . notes or somethin' in here?
Hardison: Yeah. That's what everyone says. Notes we're s'posed to read off. They must have had somethin' for us to read. Or they just dragged us down here to be as--
*sounds of paper crinkling*
Hardison: You heard that?
Eliot: The sound of you panicking?
Hardison: Ha ha, Eliot. No, I mean, the sound of paper. Here, do that thing with your eyes. I ain't come alla way out here so the squirrels could play games.
Eliot: Yeah, it ain't the squirrels. Parker? Hand over the notes so we can do this and go back to bed.
Parker: zzz... *crinkle*
Hardison: She's asleep. How did she manage to steal the damn notes asleep?!
Eliot: Seriously? You've known her how long, now?
Parker: zzz... Wha? Where are we? ... why are there little fuzzy people offering me rum? … Thanks, guys. *glug*
Hardison: Lord gimme strength. A'ight, I'mma just start since someone's got his first class in a few hours an' can't sit here gettin' drunk with a pack of fuzzy kidnappers who prolly got mites an' mange an' rabies or whatever.
*offended chittering*
Hardison: Sorry, don't speak rodent, so let's just get started so I can go home an' bathe in hand sanitizer for while. Over in School, there were a buncha classes about beatin' the snot outta one another. Eliot, I'm surprised you ain't somehow involved in these. Feelin' left out?
Eliot: Not even a little.
Hardison: Whatever you gotta say to make yourself feel better, man. Anyway, in Pointy End AWAY from You, we got the teachers fightin' which the squirrels seem to think is normal. An'...some of 'em are wavin' pompoms, while others have signs that say A Plus R 4-Eva. A'ight. That sure is very normal.
Parker: Awwww. That’s adorable. Can I have one of those?... Cool!
Eliot: . . . That is the creepiest goddamn thing I've ever seen.
Hardison: An' now they're snappin' their..fingers?...at one another. An' dancin'. This is some straight up East Side Fairytale goin' on here.
Eliot: *crinkle* What -- are you requesting popcorn, or -- Okay. So apparently the squirrels think the lecture should have come with popcorn. I'm going to need more rum for this.
Parker: Here. *clink!* My buddies, keep ‘em coming. *Yawn* They had Introductions, which had them talking about how much they’ve fought and what kinda everyday fighting and violence they have at home. So I guess they found out if everyone is issued a taser at birth or something. That would be awesome.
Hardison: Yeah, way better than the gang warfare an' pitchforks an' whatnot these notes mention. Well. That's delightfully depressin'. Pass me the rum?
*Amused chittering*
Hardison: I know I have class, but one of them tiny bottles ain't gonna--FINE, WHATEVER, I AIN'T EVEN LIKE RUM ANYWAY.
Eliot: In Tactics and Teamwork, Agent Armored As-- OW! One of these little sons of -- ow! Stop bitin' me!
*chittering*
Eliot: Fine. Agent Washington. Who I get to call what I want 'cause he's my 'teaching buddy', dammit. And seein' as he made the kids start off by runnin' drills, I'm thinking most of 'em will agree with me.
Parker: And more Introductions! ‘Cause. You guys don’t know each other. Or at least you don’t know this guy, and now he knows whose name to yell at when it’s all time for MAGGOTS, HIT THE GROUND! GIMME FIFTY! … oh, sorry, guys. Here, have some rum back.
*chittering*
Hardison: No I didn't hit the ground just cause she told me too! I was--I just--look, I dropped somethin', that's all! Had to pick it up. You know what, I'm higher up onna food chain than you are, shut up! Anyway, the class split into a red team an' a blue team, cause they ended up havin' a paintball fight. Oh my god, I'd'a failed this class so hard back in high school.
Eliot: You'd fail that class now.
Hardison: Man, who even asked you? Nobody. That's who. Stop makin' dopey eyes at Parker when she yells like that an' start readin' about the next class.
Eliot: Which would be Phys Ed. Which you'd also fail. Hell, you'd walk out as soon as Ghanima started tellin' you you'll get your ass kicked. Though you could use the training on how to fall properly.
Parker: Our TA, I mean, mine and Eliot’s, Kathy, and Hanna, stick around to practice some more and get in some sparring (HI KATHY!) - and P.E. TA Isabelle apparently looks good in black, is that right, squirrels?
*cheers!* Oh, hey, time to drink. *glug*
Hardison: I am learnin' so much today and so little of it is anythin' I wanted to know, includin' that squirrels can find people attractive. Thank you so much for this gift, I'mma treasure it always. Anyway, Lady Ghanima was there to talk to, an' Ringo took her up on that, stayin' after to introduce herself.
Eliot: Which brings us to the Dorms, and that much closer to being released from squirrel prison. Flick apparently decided to pass the time by jumping some rope at the gym. . . . I can think of better ways to spend a morning.
Hardison: You ain't never happy, are you? At least he's exercisin'! Damn, have another drink, be less--stop doin' that thing with your eyes!
Eliot: What thing? I ain't doin' a thing. *clinking* It's too damn early for this.
Parker: And someone named Jesse is smoking on the roof. Don’t burn down the dorms. They probably give you Detention for that. I mean, unless you have a really good alibi….
Hardison: An' movin' to Town before Parker gets anymore terrible ideas, our fine an' upstandin' mayor, Tamsin woke up hungover as all hell, an' found Didi stayin' over. Which then turns into Tamsin just invitin' her to move in an I really don't understand how people on this island get jobs an' housemates. Everybody just throws keys at one another an' says 'Help yourself!' apparently. But they went over jobs an' house rules, so that's cool.
Eliot: Don't look at me, I bought my place like a normal person.
Hardison: An' how did you get Luke's? Where, incidentally, Kenzi had a special for the new kids goin' on durin' her shift yesterday.
Eliot: I inherited it. Which is apparently traditional. Luke's is hiring, by the way, so any of you folks want to pick up a shift, come find me.
Parker : Do I know her? Have I met her yet? … can I get the special still? Maybe the squirrels would like something with rum.
Hardison: Right, cause inheritin' a business from someone you don't even know is soooo traditional. As is movin' in with someone you met at a bar the night before. But you invite someone you known, like, forever, even saved their life a couple of times maybe, to come move in with you an' suddenly that's just too much too fast.
Eliot: I didn't invite someone home from the bar. And for all you know Didi and Tamsin go way back. . . . Didi seems to just kinda know people, anyway.
Parker Right. CHUG!
*more drunken chittering*
Hardison: Oh like that's even the point, Eliot! Hmph. Whatever, it's not like I even care. Me'n Parker are--babe? Are you playin' a drinkin' game with the squirrels?
Parker: No. *chittering* They’re playing a drinking game with me!
Eliot: Are we done? We're done. I'm going home. To my house. Which you both have keys to.
*curious chittering*
Eliot: And squirrels are never to enter and kidnap us from again.
Parker: Night, Fandom! … oh, right. Morning! ...zzzzzzz.
Hardison: I'm goin'! Man, stop pushin' me, I'm leavin' already, I got class-- *door slam*
Eliot: *angry growling noise*
Hardison: Man, you need to stop makin' that noise, a'ight? You're creepin' me out. S'bad enough I already got woke up from a sound sleep an' dragged out in the cold an' some squirrels all saw my--my bits, which, thanks, I ain't never gonna feel safe again, y'all--
Eliot: Right, and I'm creepin' you out -- Is that -- they really do have tiny bottles of rum.
*angry chittering*
Eliot: Yeah, well, you're sharing.
Hardison: Seriously? Seriously? You're really thinkin' about drinkin' right now? It's practically still dark out!
Eliot: And we were dragged out of bed by squirrels. 'Sides, I don't have to teach a class today.
Hardison: Man, you're just mean. That is what you are. Ain't that right, baby? Snore if you think I'm right.
Parker: Wrrrrglzzzz...
Hardison: ...That counts.
*confused chittering*
Eliot: Man, the squirrels are gettin' restless. Aren't there supposed to be . . . notes or somethin' in here?
Hardison: Yeah. That's what everyone says. Notes we're s'posed to read off. They must have had somethin' for us to read. Or they just dragged us down here to be as--
*sounds of paper crinkling*
Hardison: You heard that?
Eliot: The sound of you panicking?
Hardison: Ha ha, Eliot. No, I mean, the sound of paper. Here, do that thing with your eyes. I ain't come alla way out here so the squirrels could play games.
Eliot: Yeah, it ain't the squirrels. Parker? Hand over the notes so we can do this and go back to bed.
Parker: zzz... *crinkle*
Hardison: She's asleep. How did she manage to steal the damn notes asleep?!
Eliot: Seriously? You've known her how long, now?
Parker: zzz... Wha? Where are we? ... why are there little fuzzy people offering me rum? … Thanks, guys. *glug*
Hardison: Lord gimme strength. A'ight, I'mma just start since someone's got his first class in a few hours an' can't sit here gettin' drunk with a pack of fuzzy kidnappers who prolly got mites an' mange an' rabies or whatever.
*offended chittering*
Hardison: Sorry, don't speak rodent, so let's just get started so I can go home an' bathe in hand sanitizer for while. Over in School, there were a buncha classes about beatin' the snot outta one another. Eliot, I'm surprised you ain't somehow involved in these. Feelin' left out?
Eliot: Not even a little.
Hardison: Whatever you gotta say to make yourself feel better, man. Anyway, in Pointy End AWAY from You, we got the teachers fightin' which the squirrels seem to think is normal. An'...some of 'em are wavin' pompoms, while others have signs that say A Plus R 4-Eva. A'ight. That sure is very normal.
Parker: Awwww. That’s adorable. Can I have one of those?... Cool!
Eliot: . . . That is the creepiest goddamn thing I've ever seen.
Hardison: An' now they're snappin' their..fingers?...at one another. An' dancin'. This is some straight up East Side Fairytale goin' on here.
Eliot: *crinkle* What -- are you requesting popcorn, or -- Okay. So apparently the squirrels think the lecture should have come with popcorn. I'm going to need more rum for this.
Parker: Here. *clink!* My buddies, keep ‘em coming. *Yawn* They had Introductions, which had them talking about how much they’ve fought and what kinda everyday fighting and violence they have at home. So I guess they found out if everyone is issued a taser at birth or something. That would be awesome.
Hardison: Yeah, way better than the gang warfare an' pitchforks an' whatnot these notes mention. Well. That's delightfully depressin'. Pass me the rum?
*Amused chittering*
Hardison: I know I have class, but one of them tiny bottles ain't gonna--FINE, WHATEVER, I AIN'T EVEN LIKE RUM ANYWAY.
Eliot: In Tactics and Teamwork, Agent Armored As-- OW! One of these little sons of -- ow! Stop bitin' me!
*chittering*
Eliot: Fine. Agent Washington. Who I get to call what I want 'cause he's my 'teaching buddy', dammit. And seein' as he made the kids start off by runnin' drills, I'm thinking most of 'em will agree with me.
Parker: And more Introductions! ‘Cause. You guys don’t know each other. Or at least you don’t know this guy, and now he knows whose name to yell at when it’s all time for MAGGOTS, HIT THE GROUND! GIMME FIFTY! … oh, sorry, guys. Here, have some rum back.
*chittering*
Hardison: No I didn't hit the ground just cause she told me too! I was--I just--look, I dropped somethin', that's all! Had to pick it up. You know what, I'm higher up onna food chain than you are, shut up! Anyway, the class split into a red team an' a blue team, cause they ended up havin' a paintball fight. Oh my god, I'd'a failed this class so hard back in high school.
Eliot: You'd fail that class now.
Hardison: Man, who even asked you? Nobody. That's who. Stop makin' dopey eyes at Parker when she yells like that an' start readin' about the next class.
Eliot: Which would be Phys Ed. Which you'd also fail. Hell, you'd walk out as soon as Ghanima started tellin' you you'll get your ass kicked. Though you could use the training on how to fall properly.
Parker: Our TA, I mean, mine and Eliot’s, Kathy, and Hanna, stick around to practice some more and get in some sparring (HI KATHY!) - and P.E. TA Isabelle apparently looks good in black, is that right, squirrels?
*cheers!* Oh, hey, time to drink. *glug*
Hardison: I am learnin' so much today and so little of it is anythin' I wanted to know, includin' that squirrels can find people attractive. Thank you so much for this gift, I'mma treasure it always. Anyway, Lady Ghanima was there to talk to, an' Ringo took her up on that, stayin' after to introduce herself.
Eliot: Which brings us to the Dorms, and that much closer to being released from squirrel prison. Flick apparently decided to pass the time by jumping some rope at the gym. . . . I can think of better ways to spend a morning.
Hardison: You ain't never happy, are you? At least he's exercisin'! Damn, have another drink, be less--stop doin' that thing with your eyes!
Eliot: What thing? I ain't doin' a thing. *clinking* It's too damn early for this.
Parker: And someone named Jesse is smoking on the roof. Don’t burn down the dorms. They probably give you Detention for that. I mean, unless you have a really good alibi….
Hardison: An' movin' to Town before Parker gets anymore terrible ideas, our fine an' upstandin' mayor, Tamsin woke up hungover as all hell, an' found Didi stayin' over. Which then turns into Tamsin just invitin' her to move in an I really don't understand how people on this island get jobs an' housemates. Everybody just throws keys at one another an' says 'Help yourself!' apparently. But they went over jobs an' house rules, so that's cool.
Eliot: Don't look at me, I bought my place like a normal person.
Hardison: An' how did you get Luke's? Where, incidentally, Kenzi had a special for the new kids goin' on durin' her shift yesterday.
Eliot: I inherited it. Which is apparently traditional. Luke's is hiring, by the way, so any of you folks want to pick up a shift, come find me.
Parker : Do I know her? Have I met her yet? … can I get the special still? Maybe the squirrels would like something with rum.
Hardison: Right, cause inheritin' a business from someone you don't even know is soooo traditional. As is movin' in with someone you met at a bar the night before. But you invite someone you known, like, forever, even saved their life a couple of times maybe, to come move in with you an' suddenly that's just too much too fast.
Eliot: I didn't invite someone home from the bar. And for all you know Didi and Tamsin go way back. . . . Didi seems to just kinda know people, anyway.
Parker Right. CHUG!
*more drunken chittering*
Hardison: Oh like that's even the point, Eliot! Hmph. Whatever, it's not like I even care. Me'n Parker are--babe? Are you playin' a drinkin' game with the squirrels?
Parker: No. *chittering* They’re playing a drinking game with me!
Eliot: Are we done? We're done. I'm going home. To my house. Which you both have keys to.
*curious chittering*
Eliot: And squirrels are never to enter and kidnap us from again.
Parker: Night, Fandom! … oh, right. Morning! ...zzzzzzz.
Hardison: I'm goin'! Man, stop pushin' me, I'm leavin' already, I got class-- *door slam*