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fandom_radio2015-08-10 10:52 pm
nuclear_snide) wrote in fandom_radio2015-08-10 10:52 pm
Fandom Radio, Tuesday, August 11th
Again? *sigh* Oh, all right, hold them up. You know, you could all just do these yourselves. You seem to make yourselves understood well enough. And doesn't Mr. Stark always talk about making a translator?
*chittering*
Oh, whatever. Hold them up, I'll do it.
In classes yesterday, Creative Inspirations had a brief lecture, followed by a trip to someplace called Milliway's. They got to meet...the cow...they were going to eat? Lottie had some questions for him - yes, I should say so! What kind of - oh, never mind.
Then they got to eat whilst watching the universe end. Edward ordered something called a "Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster", which involved agreeing to a disclaimer in writing, and - look, the squirrels seem fairly alarmed by all this, and I can't say I blame them! If you have to disclaim anything, you don't eat it! Dear lord, please tell me the boy made it home. Meanwhile, Lottie was staring at everything and everyone, with apparently not much to choose between the two, and Hannibal warned her to be careful about it, so at least there was some good advice being given.
After all that, it was back to school, to create things inspired by...whatever that was.
Etiquette also started with a dinner party, and Obi-Wan was tired before it even got going. Really, I don't expect it to get any better from there. Everybody was seated, and then gremlins dropped out of the vents and bit all the computerised people...how does that even work?...leaving the students deal with them and with any classmates who got bitten. And Obi-Wan mostly just hid his face in his hands, which I'm sure was incredibly useful. Well, at least it was the last class, so chin up! Now it's just the regular island oddities to deal with.
Beach Fitness didn't have a final, just one last chance for everyone to do whatever they wanted on the beach. Presumably within reason. After which Kitty dropped by to bring Clint iced coffee for his last day of class, and they talked about possible teaching plans for next term. Apparently he's thinking sex ed? Oh, dear god, no - let Obi-Wan teach it. His class went so well this term, what could possibly go wrong in a class like that?
*chittering*
Shh.
It looks like everyone in the dorms and at home was being dreadfully boring, but in town, Emma Swan found a candy chainsaw at Wonka's, Eliot found a staff that had completely done away with both managerial structure and their ability to make decisions at Luke's, and Emma Frost had telekinetic gloves for everybody to try in Psonics class. Yes, well, everyone that has a body, more like. Those that could played around with them, Hardison convinced Emma to let him keep a glove and pass along some sort of schematics, and Emma let people ride along in her brain.
Is that everything?
*chittering*
Fine. Then I'm going back to my room. Not that it matters; it isn't as though I can touch anything there, either.
*chittering*
Oh, whatever. Hold them up, I'll do it.
In classes yesterday, Creative Inspirations had a brief lecture, followed by a trip to someplace called Milliway's. They got to meet...the cow...they were going to eat? Lottie had some questions for him - yes, I should say so! What kind of - oh, never mind.
Then they got to eat whilst watching the universe end. Edward ordered something called a "Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster", which involved agreeing to a disclaimer in writing, and - look, the squirrels seem fairly alarmed by all this, and I can't say I blame them! If you have to disclaim anything, you don't eat it! Dear lord, please tell me the boy made it home. Meanwhile, Lottie was staring at everything and everyone, with apparently not much to choose between the two, and Hannibal warned her to be careful about it, so at least there was some good advice being given.
After all that, it was back to school, to create things inspired by...whatever that was.
Etiquette also started with a dinner party, and Obi-Wan was tired before it even got going. Really, I don't expect it to get any better from there. Everybody was seated, and then gremlins dropped out of the vents and bit all the computerised people...how does that even work?...leaving the students deal with them and with any classmates who got bitten. And Obi-Wan mostly just hid his face in his hands, which I'm sure was incredibly useful. Well, at least it was the last class, so chin up! Now it's just the regular island oddities to deal with.
Beach Fitness didn't have a final, just one last chance for everyone to do whatever they wanted on the beach. Presumably within reason. After which Kitty dropped by to bring Clint iced coffee for his last day of class, and they talked about possible teaching plans for next term. Apparently he's thinking sex ed? Oh, dear god, no - let Obi-Wan teach it. His class went so well this term, what could possibly go wrong in a class like that?
*chittering*
Shh.
It looks like everyone in the dorms and at home was being dreadfully boring, but in town, Emma Swan found a candy chainsaw at Wonka's, Eliot found a staff that had completely done away with both managerial structure and their ability to make decisions at Luke's, and Emma Frost had telekinetic gloves for everybody to try in Psonics class. Yes, well, everyone that has a body, more like. Those that could played around with them, Hardison convinced Emma to let him keep a glove and pass along some sort of schematics, and Emma let people ride along in her brain.
Is that everything?
*chittering*
Fine. Then I'm going back to my room. Not that it matters; it isn't as though I can touch anything there, either.