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fandom_radio2015-06-12 10:49 am
not_every_mage) wrote in fandom_radio2015-06-12 10:49 am
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WTFH, Friday, 06/12
Cassandra: Squirrels.
*chittering*
Cassandra: Remember, we are at peace as long as you behave.
*more chittering*
Cassandra: But I fully encourage you to bite Anders if he actually comes.
*sound of shuffling and a door opening*
Anders: -- wasn't trying to shirk! Andraste's ass, quit dragging me -- Oh. Hello, Seeker.
Cassandra: *dryly* I see you have remembered about your duties here.
Anders: The squirrels let me sleep last week. I wasn't about to argue with them.
At school, Driver's Ed students raced around Los Angeles using a talking map thing called a GPS. Kathy wanted another turn after we practiced, since it was strange for her to see her home empty.
Hardison had Day After Doomsday students decide between fighting monsters, braving the school in search of supplies, or risking a run for Baltimore.
Cassandra: I would say it would depend on the situation. Do whatever is most useful.
Anders: Exactly. I want to say Baltimore, but not if it means getting eaten by monsters. In Survive the Island, Cara made the students Jazzercise-- what is that, exactly? -- and Cosette had to put up with a powdered sugar storm in the library.
Anders: In the dorms, all the squirrels have is that I ate a cupcake for my birthday and Nathan visited.
Cassandra: Happy birthday, I suppose.
Anders: Thanks. Even if the name of the month is still wrong.
Cassandra: *shuffles notes* Ah. In town, professor Cara still suffered from that terrible gremlin bite. I am sorry, professor. Lottie was apparently trying to keep the squirrels at bay by ways of using loud noises, whereas at the Trooper Station, Jessica approved of the troopers adjusting their armor for the female form. I… hope they do not mean hammering the shape of breasts into plate armor. Wearing such a thing is an easy way to get killed.
Anders: And wouldn't it be bloody painful? Not that one weekend makes me an expert on breasts, but they don't seem like they'd like metal very much.
Cassandra: It would not be terribly comfortable, no. But more importantly, such armor redirects any blow towards the sternum. You do not want the full force of a blow directed to a small part of your sternum.
Anders: And again I learned something today. And that's it for the week. Enjoy your day, Fandom.
Cassandra: Please avoid gremlins today. Goodbye, and may Andraste be with you.
*chittering*
Cassandra: Remember, we are at peace as long as you behave.
*more chittering*
Cassandra: But I fully encourage you to bite Anders if he actually comes.
*sound of shuffling and a door opening*
Anders: -- wasn't trying to shirk! Andraste's ass, quit dragging me -- Oh. Hello, Seeker.
Cassandra: *dryly* I see you have remembered about your duties here.
Anders: The squirrels let me sleep last week. I wasn't about to argue with them.
At school, Driver's Ed students raced around Los Angeles using a talking map thing called a GPS. Kathy wanted another turn after we practiced, since it was strange for her to see her home empty.
Hardison had Day After Doomsday students decide between fighting monsters, braving the school in search of supplies, or risking a run for Baltimore.
Cassandra: I would say it would depend on the situation. Do whatever is most useful.
Anders: Exactly. I want to say Baltimore, but not if it means getting eaten by monsters. In Survive the Island, Cara made the students Jazzercise-- what is that, exactly? -- and Cosette had to put up with a powdered sugar storm in the library.
Anders: In the dorms, all the squirrels have is that I ate a cupcake for my birthday and Nathan visited.
Cassandra: Happy birthday, I suppose.
Anders: Thanks. Even if the name of the month is still wrong.
Cassandra: *shuffles notes* Ah. In town, professor Cara still suffered from that terrible gremlin bite. I am sorry, professor. Lottie was apparently trying to keep the squirrels at bay by ways of using loud noises, whereas at the Trooper Station, Jessica approved of the troopers adjusting their armor for the female form. I… hope they do not mean hammering the shape of breasts into plate armor. Wearing such a thing is an easy way to get killed.
Anders: And wouldn't it be bloody painful? Not that one weekend makes me an expert on breasts, but they don't seem like they'd like metal very much.
Cassandra: It would not be terribly comfortable, no. But more importantly, such armor redirects any blow towards the sternum. You do not want the full force of a blow directed to a small part of your sternum.
Anders: And again I learned something today. And that's it for the week. Enjoy your day, Fandom.
Cassandra: Please avoid gremlins today. Goodbye, and may Andraste be with you.