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fandom_radio2015-05-28 03:20 am
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Fandom Radio, Thursday, May 28th
So, last week, I mighta said some things that...offended certain members of the Fandom community. I was very strident about comin' an' doin' radio, even threatened some folks with turnin' 'em into entrees at Luke's an' settin' dogs on 'em an' I can see why that'd be upsettin' to some people. Also I insulted a few individuals' journalistic integrity an'...an' I just wanted to say I'm real sorry 'bout alla that. I let my temper get the best of me an' I said some things I regret. I just hope that the Fandom squirrel community can find it in their hearts to forgive me an' not subject me to any more wakeups like the one I had today.
*Menacing chittering*
I--I also just wanna say how grateful I am that I'm allowed to serve the community in this way, with the radio an' stuff, an' of course I'm happy to be woken up at Butt-Thirty in the mornin' to read the news for all y'all. I look forward to many more weeks of bringin' you Wednesday's news on Thursday mornings, so, yeah. There's that.
*Satisfied chittering*
It was Wednesday, so everybody was beatin' on everybody in School an' I'm guessin' the squirrels paid a lot of attention to classes. In Pointy End AWAY From You, which I'm assured is not a euphemism, no matter what percent of the squirrels' notes are taken up with glittery hearts, there was some fencin', but mostly the teachers spent the lecture arguin' about why you drop your cloak before a duel. I'm just--there are too many jokes to be made right now, so I'mma just keep reading the notes. When the student weren't learnin' how to dramatically disrobe, they paired up to swing their swords around at one another. Face an' Raven checked in to see how much sword-swingin' experience they both had--always know your partner's duelin' history, kids--before they got to it.
*Squirrely tittering*
Over in Tactics an' Teamwork, there was a lot less to laugh about. Apparently Agent Washington wasn't feelin' real talkative, so he just made everybody run laps before splittin' 'em up into teams an' makin' 'em play Hide'n Seek, but with paintball guns. Charmin'. Over in Phys Ed, the devil of all high school classes, Lady Ghanima left her TA, Isabelle, in charge of playin' somethin' called Bouncy Soccer. Face was explainin' to Hanna an' Ringo about how this reminds him of some kinda opera back home and there's a FIFA joke in there somewhere, but it's too early in the mornin' for me to figure out what it is. Ringo an' Kathy tried to play rough but failed on account'a giant bubbles, an' then Ringo got a green card for knockin' teammate Hanna down.
*Chittering*
What?
*More chittering*
Green card, red card, yellow card--am I pickin' out curtains to go with the cards? Then I don't really care what color the cards are, do I?
*Ominous silence*
Ahem, movin' quickly on! *Speaking rapidly* Atton is playin' some kinda card game with loud music on, before Bob comes over to tell Atton that he thought Atton had abandoned everybody an' probably to also turn the music down, darn kids.
Nothin' happened in Dorms, which gives me joy to report, so let's finish up in Town. Alana was at Book Haven readin' a book an' shippin' all the characters, a passtime that is near an dear to my-- *coughs* --err, to the heart of teenage girls everywhere. Ahem, yes. All around town, Hannibal was hangin' up fliers for his trauma support group which is gonna meet up on Wednesdays. Yo, for serious, ain't nothin' wrong with spendin' some time talkin' to people who understand, 'specially if you seen--or done--some hinky stuff. No shame in that, no matter how attractive to think it is to be the 'strong an' quietly sufferin' type. So, if there's anyone out there, listenin', who thinks this could apply to them, maybe you should stop by next Wednesday. At 5pm. At 22 Pheonix Place. Maybe even bring one or two good friends with you for moral support if that's your thing. Whatever. No judgin' here. Or at the meetings.
Just sayin'.
Once again provin' she is baller, Cosima was at Stark Industries fixin' up her hoverboard. Damn girl, you get it. Kenzi was at Luke's, tryna make it so I never sleep again by havin' a menu featurin' nothin' but chocolate an' see if I put in a good word for your raise now, you menace. And over in the Park, Vic was settin' a fine example for all policemen an' women by feedin' the ducks on her 'patrol.' I feel safer already, thanks to that thin, blue line 'tween us an' utter duck anarchy. She decided to bug Eliot an' make fun of what he feeds Megabyte before--decidin' to team up with Parker to be more annoying?!? Seriously? Seriously?!
Nope. I'm out. I'mma find a bunker an' hide in there till they get bored of harassin' people. Unh-uh, no way! This can only end badly for one Alec Hardison an' my Nana didn't raise no fool. Peace.
*Menacing chittering*
I--I also just wanna say how grateful I am that I'm allowed to serve the community in this way, with the radio an' stuff, an' of course I'm happy to be woken up at Butt-Thirty in the mornin' to read the news for all y'all. I look forward to many more weeks of bringin' you Wednesday's news on Thursday mornings, so, yeah. There's that.
*Satisfied chittering*
It was Wednesday, so everybody was beatin' on everybody in School an' I'm guessin' the squirrels paid a lot of attention to classes. In Pointy End AWAY From You, which I'm assured is not a euphemism, no matter what percent of the squirrels' notes are taken up with glittery hearts, there was some fencin', but mostly the teachers spent the lecture arguin' about why you drop your cloak before a duel. I'm just--there are too many jokes to be made right now, so I'mma just keep reading the notes. When the student weren't learnin' how to dramatically disrobe, they paired up to swing their swords around at one another. Face an' Raven checked in to see how much sword-swingin' experience they both had--always know your partner's duelin' history, kids--before they got to it.
*Squirrely tittering*
Over in Tactics an' Teamwork, there was a lot less to laugh about. Apparently Agent Washington wasn't feelin' real talkative, so he just made everybody run laps before splittin' 'em up into teams an' makin' 'em play Hide'n Seek, but with paintball guns. Charmin'. Over in Phys Ed, the devil of all high school classes, Lady Ghanima left her TA, Isabelle, in charge of playin' somethin' called Bouncy Soccer. Face was explainin' to Hanna an' Ringo about how this reminds him of some kinda opera back home and there's a FIFA joke in there somewhere, but it's too early in the mornin' for me to figure out what it is. Ringo an' Kathy tried to play rough but failed on account'a giant bubbles, an' then Ringo got a green card for knockin' teammate Hanna down.
*Chittering*
What?
*More chittering*
Green card, red card, yellow card--am I pickin' out curtains to go with the cards? Then I don't really care what color the cards are, do I?
*Ominous silence*
Ahem, movin' quickly on! *Speaking rapidly* Atton is playin' some kinda card game with loud music on, before Bob comes over to tell Atton that he thought Atton had abandoned everybody an' probably to also turn the music down, darn kids.
Nothin' happened in Dorms, which gives me joy to report, so let's finish up in Town. Alana was at Book Haven readin' a book an' shippin' all the characters, a passtime that is near an dear to my-- *coughs* --err, to the heart of teenage girls everywhere. Ahem, yes. All around town, Hannibal was hangin' up fliers for his trauma support group which is gonna meet up on Wednesdays. Yo, for serious, ain't nothin' wrong with spendin' some time talkin' to people who understand, 'specially if you seen--or done--some hinky stuff. No shame in that, no matter how attractive to think it is to be the 'strong an' quietly sufferin' type. So, if there's anyone out there, listenin', who thinks this could apply to them, maybe you should stop by next Wednesday. At 5pm. At 22 Pheonix Place. Maybe even bring one or two good friends with you for moral support if that's your thing. Whatever. No judgin' here. Or at the meetings.
Just sayin'.
Once again provin' she is baller, Cosima was at Stark Industries fixin' up her hoverboard. Damn girl, you get it. Kenzi was at Luke's, tryna make it so I never sleep again by havin' a menu featurin' nothin' but chocolate an' see if I put in a good word for your raise now, you menace. And over in the Park, Vic was settin' a fine example for all policemen an' women by feedin' the ducks on her 'patrol.' I feel safer already, thanks to that thin, blue line 'tween us an' utter duck anarchy. She decided to bug Eliot an' make fun of what he feeds Megabyte before--decidin' to team up with Parker to be more annoying?!? Seriously? Seriously?!
Nope. I'm out. I'mma find a bunker an' hide in there till they get bored of harassin' people. Unh-uh, no way! This can only end badly for one Alec Hardison an' my Nana didn't raise no fool. Peace.
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Hmm. Finding Vic: Noted!