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fandom_radio2015-05-08 09:52 am
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WTFH, Friday, 05/08
Cassandra: Ugh. Why did you bring us here again, squirrels?
Anders: Look at them. They're laughing. They think it's funny. Evil creatures.
Cassandra: I usually believe the Maker had a plan in making all of us, but these squirrels lead me to doubt.
Anders: The Maker wants us to overcome adversity. Which seems to include squirrels.
Cassandra: Ugh.
SCHOOL
Anders: Yesterday was the first day for Driver's Ed, which is held in the Danger Shop so no one crashes and dies. Kathy and I were happy about that -- well, maybe more me than Kathy. I highly recommend the class, by the way. Ever think about learning to drive, Seeker?
Cassandra: Drive what?
Anders: A car. It's like -- have you been on any of the motorized shuttle buses the school uses to take us places? It's like that but smaller. And faster.
Cassandra: I think I prefer a horse. At least it has a mind to keep survival in its thoughts.
Anders: You aren't entirely wrong. But in the class, we all raced. I was second in my heat, which I'd call respectable. There were the inevitable introductions, though the squirrel kindly pointed out that Brian is new and has an excuse. And then people who didn't get enough could go back for another turn.
The second class of the day was Day After Doomsday with Professor Hardison. Everyone had a chance to explore the Danger Shop dorms to find supplies, and then they all had to plan for the future. I say they should run for it, not that they asked for my opinion. Hardison wanted to know what everyone would be doing for the next week if the simulation were real as part of the introductions.
Raven is surprised to be named TA, and after class she talks to Hardison about his expectations. He says to mostly keep an eye on how everyone else is doing, by the way, so if you're having a bad time in that class I suppose it's Raven's problem.
FInally, Survive the Island meets to discuss gremlins and how to avoid them.
Cassandra: I still believe hitting one with a large enough shield would be sufficient.
Anders: I've never seen one that took the least interest in me, but that seems good advice. Oh, and over in the library, Cosette researches windsurfing and other water sports. Edward, good man that he is, comes by with an apple and they talk about how much they enjoyed a class they had together. The squirrels think it was all very sweet.
--
DORMS
Cassandra: As for the dorms proper, Thorin, son of Thrain, was making his first journey into the salle today. He seems reasonably well-versed in its uses, though I did aide him in his search for some knowledge when I volunteered for a spar. *a pause* ...and no, filthy squirrel, we were not. Get your mind out of the gutter.
Anders: What does it say? [pause] ...flirting isn't gutter-y. I've heard them say much worse.
Cassandra: It is gossip. Guttery gossip. And untrue.
On the fifth floor, Jasper made use of the television facilities. Noisy nonsense that they are. He discussed the classes with Cosima, which somehow turned into a conversation about the rigors of transformation. It is unpleasant, but survivable. You will be fine. Ringo inquired as to Jasper's present state of mind, and it inspired talk of loss and how to deal with it. I am… sorry, about whatever you lost.
Later in the day, Mabel chose to come to the same common room for some knitting. I suppose we all have our hobbies. Lottie seems interested in Mabel's particular one, which I suppose made for a more comfortable conversation, though it quickly turned to the subject of their shared enjoyment of mysteries. I prefer truth, myself. Alluka appears excited to make Mabel's acquaintance. Something about the knitting draws out the more excitable people, or so it seems. I never did get the hang of it. Lottie is rather more impressed by Alluka's giraffe, and fiendish plans are discussed. I would ask law enforcement to keep an eye on them, but I doubt they can do much damage.
Anders: Also in the dorms, Clarke returns from a trip to the preserve all grimy. Jasper asks her what's wrong, and somehow that leads to him offering to lend her some clothes.
TOWN
Cassandra: At the Devil's Nest - a terrible name - innkeeper Derek was at odds with the bard's choice in music. Something about a pitbull? Anders, you are Ferelden. That is a dog, is it not?
Anders: We don't all worship Mabari, you know.
… and yes, it's a dog. Maybe it's a singing breed?
Cassandra: I said nothing of worship. I simply assumed you would know.
Brian entered the Nest in search of a drink, but found the keys to his new abode instead. I am not certain what to make of a man who apparently leaves such things laying about a watering hole. Squall and his employee had a philosophical fight about what hero would win in a struggle between two such great knights. Men. Ugh. Dipper at least reminded them that they were shopkeepers, as he came to purchase an item.
Anders: That looks like everything. Is it everything?
Cassandra: I believe so. If not, I am perfectly happy to set fire to whatever remains.
Anders: Don't suppose you'd let me take care of the fire?
Cassandra: I hardly believe this is an appropriate time to start waving your staff around, mage.
Anders: Now that sounds guttery. G'bye, Fandom. Have a good day.
Cassandra: Ugh.
*static*
Anders: Look at them. They're laughing. They think it's funny. Evil creatures.
Cassandra: I usually believe the Maker had a plan in making all of us, but these squirrels lead me to doubt.
Anders: The Maker wants us to overcome adversity. Which seems to include squirrels.
Cassandra: Ugh.
SCHOOL
Anders: Yesterday was the first day for Driver's Ed, which is held in the Danger Shop so no one crashes and dies. Kathy and I were happy about that -- well, maybe more me than Kathy. I highly recommend the class, by the way. Ever think about learning to drive, Seeker?
Cassandra: Drive what?
Anders: A car. It's like -- have you been on any of the motorized shuttle buses the school uses to take us places? It's like that but smaller. And faster.
Cassandra: I think I prefer a horse. At least it has a mind to keep survival in its thoughts.
Anders: You aren't entirely wrong. But in the class, we all raced. I was second in my heat, which I'd call respectable. There were the inevitable introductions, though the squirrel kindly pointed out that Brian is new and has an excuse. And then people who didn't get enough could go back for another turn.
The second class of the day was Day After Doomsday with Professor Hardison. Everyone had a chance to explore the Danger Shop dorms to find supplies, and then they all had to plan for the future. I say they should run for it, not that they asked for my opinion. Hardison wanted to know what everyone would be doing for the next week if the simulation were real as part of the introductions.
Raven is surprised to be named TA, and after class she talks to Hardison about his expectations. He says to mostly keep an eye on how everyone else is doing, by the way, so if you're having a bad time in that class I suppose it's Raven's problem.
FInally, Survive the Island meets to discuss gremlins and how to avoid them.
Cassandra: I still believe hitting one with a large enough shield would be sufficient.
Anders: I've never seen one that took the least interest in me, but that seems good advice. Oh, and over in the library, Cosette researches windsurfing and other water sports. Edward, good man that he is, comes by with an apple and they talk about how much they enjoyed a class they had together. The squirrels think it was all very sweet.
--
DORMS
Cassandra: As for the dorms proper, Thorin, son of Thrain, was making his first journey into the salle today. He seems reasonably well-versed in its uses, though I did aide him in his search for some knowledge when I volunteered for a spar. *a pause* ...and no, filthy squirrel, we were not. Get your mind out of the gutter.
Anders: What does it say? [pause] ...flirting isn't gutter-y. I've heard them say much worse.
Cassandra: It is gossip. Guttery gossip. And untrue.
On the fifth floor, Jasper made use of the television facilities. Noisy nonsense that they are. He discussed the classes with Cosima, which somehow turned into a conversation about the rigors of transformation. It is unpleasant, but survivable. You will be fine. Ringo inquired as to Jasper's present state of mind, and it inspired talk of loss and how to deal with it. I am… sorry, about whatever you lost.
Later in the day, Mabel chose to come to the same common room for some knitting. I suppose we all have our hobbies. Lottie seems interested in Mabel's particular one, which I suppose made for a more comfortable conversation, though it quickly turned to the subject of their shared enjoyment of mysteries. I prefer truth, myself. Alluka appears excited to make Mabel's acquaintance. Something about the knitting draws out the more excitable people, or so it seems. I never did get the hang of it. Lottie is rather more impressed by Alluka's giraffe, and fiendish plans are discussed. I would ask law enforcement to keep an eye on them, but I doubt they can do much damage.
Anders: Also in the dorms, Clarke returns from a trip to the preserve all grimy. Jasper asks her what's wrong, and somehow that leads to him offering to lend her some clothes.
TOWN
Cassandra: At the Devil's Nest - a terrible name - innkeeper Derek was at odds with the bard's choice in music. Something about a pitbull? Anders, you are Ferelden. That is a dog, is it not?
Anders: We don't all worship Mabari, you know.
… and yes, it's a dog. Maybe it's a singing breed?
Cassandra: I said nothing of worship. I simply assumed you would know.
Brian entered the Nest in search of a drink, but found the keys to his new abode instead. I am not certain what to make of a man who apparently leaves such things laying about a watering hole. Squall and his employee had a philosophical fight about what hero would win in a struggle between two such great knights. Men. Ugh. Dipper at least reminded them that they were shopkeepers, as he came to purchase an item.
Anders: That looks like everything. Is it everything?
Cassandra: I believe so. If not, I am perfectly happy to set fire to whatever remains.
Anders: Don't suppose you'd let me take care of the fire?
Cassandra: I hardly believe this is an appropriate time to start waving your staff around, mage.
Anders: Now that sounds guttery. G'bye, Fandom. Have a good day.
Cassandra: Ugh.
*static*