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fandom_radio2016-03-17 12:16 am
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Fandom Radio, Thursday, March 17th
Yo, what the hell? The wind just stole my damn scarf! My cute scarf, too! *chittering* Nah, I don't mean it just blew away in the wind, I mean the damn wind gusted around me an' wrapped my scarf an' made off with it! An' in exchange, I got this giant damn shamrock stuck to the side of my face. Aww hell naw. This ain't how we celebratin' St. Patrick's Day. *Sound of the door opening* I ain't even Irish! *Hardison's voice is distant, like he's yelling outside, rather than in the studio. The sound of wind gets very loud in the booth and there's some muffled cursing, helpfully bleeped out by squirrels, most likely. A minute or so later, the door closes and the sound of the wind cease.*
...An' now I'm missin' my damn shirt. But I got two bright green shamrock pasties over my nipples, like that's somehow supposed to make things better. Gimme the damn notes, I want outta here.
Good, they're short. School happened. Jack of All Trades went to a garage an' learned some basic car maintenance. Some other skills were taught, includin' a more esoteric skillset, though Ada had a trick or two up her sleeve as well. Weapon Safety had a movie day cause Sam was sick. He probably got pneumonia from gettin' stripped by the damn wind in the middle of March. Art of War gets an assignment about gettin' a favor from someone without lettin' 'em know why they want it. Or...somethin' like that. Students brainstormed how to get their way, with Cassandra an' Lucille agreein' the assignment was dumb an' movin' on to talk about prom instead.
Nothin' in Dorms, so lets move on so I can go get my damn clothes back from that thievin' wind. It says here in Town that Steve an' Tony were runnin' around way to early, talkin' about how quiet the island is. Yo, hell yeah! I lived most of my life in Chicago, Boston, an' Portland an' it ain't never been this quiet. It's disconcertin', that's what it is. Anyway, they ran around the island while it was still practically dark for reasons that only make sense to them an' talked.
An' that was what happened on the island yesterday an' now I'mm off to go fight the damn wind. Hardison out, Happy St. Patrick's or whatever.
...An' now I'm missin' my damn shirt. But I got two bright green shamrock pasties over my nipples, like that's somehow supposed to make things better. Gimme the damn notes, I want outta here.
Good, they're short. School happened. Jack of All Trades went to a garage an' learned some basic car maintenance. Some other skills were taught, includin' a more esoteric skillset, though Ada had a trick or two up her sleeve as well. Weapon Safety had a movie day cause Sam was sick. He probably got pneumonia from gettin' stripped by the damn wind in the middle of March. Art of War gets an assignment about gettin' a favor from someone without lettin' 'em know why they want it. Or...somethin' like that. Students brainstormed how to get their way, with Cassandra an' Lucille agreein' the assignment was dumb an' movin' on to talk about prom instead.
Nothin' in Dorms, so lets move on so I can go get my damn clothes back from that thievin' wind. It says here in Town that Steve an' Tony were runnin' around way to early, talkin' about how quiet the island is. Yo, hell yeah! I lived most of my life in Chicago, Boston, an' Portland an' it ain't never been this quiet. It's disconcertin', that's what it is. Anyway, they ran around the island while it was still practically dark for reasons that only make sense to them an' talked.
An' that was what happened on the island yesterday an' now I'mm off to go fight the damn wind. Hardison out, Happy St. Patrick's or whatever.