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fandom_radio2015-05-15 04:05 pm
seeks_truth) wrote in fandom_radio2015-05-15 04:05 pm
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WTFH Radio, Friday
Cassandra: … Apparently the squirrels bothering us is becoming a regular occurrence.
Anders: I sent them to kidnap you so I could see your charming face again. Was that bad?
Cassandra: Do not joke about such things unless you would like to see your own charming face rearranged, mage. Ugh.
Anders: I like my extremely charming face exactly where it is, so I'll start with school this time so we can get it over with. In Driver's Ed, Professor O'Conner talked about shifting gears, and then we raced. Thorin was best at blowing the car up -- sorry about that, friend -- and he and I talked for a bit about horses, cars and how strange things are here. Which they are. Just in case anyone had lost track of that.
Cassandra: Agreed.
Anders: Then in Day After Doomsday Professor Hardison had a go at getting people to work together as the only survivors. Herding cats might be an easier task. The students tried to plan for the weeks of survival ahead, and then Hardison had a parade of visitors: He and Raven talked about how she could best help students , Jones just wanted to check in, and Cosima talked about comics and other, and I quote, "geeky" things.
At the library, Cosette is eating pretzel bread when Edward comes in. They plan for a windsurfing date. Ah, young love and the adrenaline rush of near death.
Cassandra: Ugh. In the dorms, Hanna played music at a hopefully respectable volume before Ringo arrived. Ringo had brought parts for something called 'ATs'. … Is this a local thing? Have you heard of ATs before? Is it a weapon?
Anders: I've no idea. They like to name things with letters a lot, just to keep people confused. But here's something else in the dorms: Jasper looked out the window. *sound of papers shuffling* That's it? Fascinating, squirrels. Please tell me more.
In slightly more compelling news, Face went into the boy's bathroom on the second floor and a strange-looking bird came out.
Cassandra: Maker, Face!
Anders: I know, but he'll probably turn back. They almost always do. *pause* What's he to you, anyhow?
Cassandra: ...A friend. Why do you ask?
Anders: No reason. You just … looked upset, is all.
Cassandra: I am not upset! …. I am not upset.
Anders: Of course not. Must be the light in here. Get on with the reading and then you can go groom his feathers, or whatever.
Cassandra: I do not know why anyone even chooses to speak to you, mage. But I will continue, yes. Our notes on the town itself start off with an occurence that is fortuitous for some and unlucky for others: the register at the Perk broke, and rather than choosing to take in gold some other way, they decided to make all beverages free. Kitty took advantage of this strange choice.
At Stark Industries, Tony set out to craft devices to sell in his shop, but instead became distracted by his own gauntlet. Smiths. A curious but practical people. Continuing this thread of unexpected work or the lack thereof, Jessica spent her time at the Trooper Station sorting mail. Get a postal worker. Or a spymaster. Kenzi attempted to bully the workers at J,GoB's into stripping one of their bakers down as some kind of display. Do you truly wish to eat the pastries crafted by a naked baker?
Anders: Probably not, and that's ignoring the the baker's risk of burns. Be careful near the ovens, noble naked baker.
Cassandra: He would be nobler were he not naked. But Kenzi was distracted by Roland, who chose this time to distract her by telling her he was leaving the island. At least that will save the bakers some trouble for the day, I assume. At least life at the Devil's Nest went on as usual, with nary a distraction but a delivery of prune juice Derek was unsure about.
Anders: What is there to be unsure about? It's definitely disgusting. And the pond in town had a duckling in it and a pile of Emma's clothes by it, so … draw your own conclusions.
*rustling*
Anders: And that's it for today, thank the Maker.
Cassandra: Indeed. May Andraste's blessings be with you all, locals. We are leaving.
Anders: I sent them to kidnap you so I could see your charming face again. Was that bad?
Cassandra: Do not joke about such things unless you would like to see your own charming face rearranged, mage. Ugh.
Anders: I like my extremely charming face exactly where it is, so I'll start with school this time so we can get it over with. In Driver's Ed, Professor O'Conner talked about shifting gears, and then we raced. Thorin was best at blowing the car up -- sorry about that, friend -- and he and I talked for a bit about horses, cars and how strange things are here. Which they are. Just in case anyone had lost track of that.
Cassandra: Agreed.
Anders: Then in Day After Doomsday Professor Hardison had a go at getting people to work together as the only survivors. Herding cats might be an easier task. The students tried to plan for the weeks of survival ahead, and then Hardison had a parade of visitors: He and Raven talked about how she could best help students , Jones just wanted to check in, and Cosima talked about comics and other, and I quote, "geeky" things.
At the library, Cosette is eating pretzel bread when Edward comes in. They plan for a windsurfing date. Ah, young love and the adrenaline rush of near death.
Cassandra: Ugh. In the dorms, Hanna played music at a hopefully respectable volume before Ringo arrived. Ringo had brought parts for something called 'ATs'. … Is this a local thing? Have you heard of ATs before? Is it a weapon?
Anders: I've no idea. They like to name things with letters a lot, just to keep people confused. But here's something else in the dorms: Jasper looked out the window. *sound of papers shuffling* That's it? Fascinating, squirrels. Please tell me more.
In slightly more compelling news, Face went into the boy's bathroom on the second floor and a strange-looking bird came out.
Cassandra: Maker, Face!
Anders: I know, but he'll probably turn back. They almost always do. *pause* What's he to you, anyhow?
Cassandra: ...A friend. Why do you ask?
Anders: No reason. You just … looked upset, is all.
Cassandra: I am not upset! …. I am not upset.
Anders: Of course not. Must be the light in here. Get on with the reading and then you can go groom his feathers, or whatever.
Cassandra: I do not know why anyone even chooses to speak to you, mage. But I will continue, yes. Our notes on the town itself start off with an occurence that is fortuitous for some and unlucky for others: the register at the Perk broke, and rather than choosing to take in gold some other way, they decided to make all beverages free. Kitty took advantage of this strange choice.
At Stark Industries, Tony set out to craft devices to sell in his shop, but instead became distracted by his own gauntlet. Smiths. A curious but practical people. Continuing this thread of unexpected work or the lack thereof, Jessica spent her time at the Trooper Station sorting mail. Get a postal worker. Or a spymaster. Kenzi attempted to bully the workers at J,GoB's into stripping one of their bakers down as some kind of display. Do you truly wish to eat the pastries crafted by a naked baker?
Anders: Probably not, and that's ignoring the the baker's risk of burns. Be careful near the ovens, noble naked baker.
Cassandra: He would be nobler were he not naked. But Kenzi was distracted by Roland, who chose this time to distract her by telling her he was leaving the island. At least that will save the bakers some trouble for the day, I assume. At least life at the Devil's Nest went on as usual, with nary a distraction but a delivery of prune juice Derek was unsure about.
Anders: What is there to be unsure about? It's definitely disgusting. And the pond in town had a duckling in it and a pile of Emma's clothes by it, so … draw your own conclusions.
*rustling*
Anders: And that's it for today, thank the Maker.
Cassandra: Indeed. May Andraste's blessings be with you all, locals. We are leaving.