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fandom_radio2016-07-11 08:18 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandom_radio2016-07-11 08:18 am
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Fandom Radio, Monday, July 11th
--akes our memories and you expect me to stay here long enough to read your notes?! I should hop on that piece of garbage ship I came here in and, strange galaxy or no, see how far I can get from this rock! I--
*chittering*
I'm broadcasting this?
*chitter*
I hate you all so much. Give me those kriffing notes so I can read them and then get back to yelling. *Rustle* Right. Everything happened in town yesterday, so I'll start at the park, where Didi was feeding the ducks. Tamsin showed up to gush over the color of flamingos - you should see the size of the bird Cecil has, Tamsin - and exchanged amnesiac introductions with Didi, who called herself Diana, over an offered jacket and promises of shopping. At Caritas, Jaina, or Angie for the weekend, had free reign behind the bar to help herself. I've had jobs like that. I wouldn't mind getting back to them.
Over at the Boards, Dr. Lecter and Jono showed up because of a wedding invite that they found. They found the place empty when they got there, no grooms to be seen, so they decided to just throw the party themselves. Oh, sithspit. Doctor, I'm sorry.
Lucille arrived because of an invitation too, and she and Hannibal talked about how they don't know anything about the grooms - this place is terrible, that's all you need to know - or about non-human people. Which is another problem I wouldn't be hearing about if I was back home. Or I would be, but then I could safely assume that the people complaining about it were bigoted xenophobes, not just humans from some sheltered little backrocket planet with no space travel worth mentioning.
Dante showed up for the food and stayed for conversation with Dr. Lecter about how people were being too uptight about losing all their memories. How can you be too uptight about losing all your memories?? Lucille assured Dante that the grooms probably wouldn't mind strangers coming in just to eat, and then they speculated on the origins of Dante's name.
There was food, and there were party games, and somewhere in there, Peridot, temporarily known as Cecil, Queen of the Gremlins, learned what 'married' meant during a round of something vaguely resembling 'I Never.'
That's all the notes? Now can I go? If I'm not leaving this karking island, the least I can do is go back to sleep and pretend I didn't just spend an entire weekend going by the name 'Chris.'
*chittering*
I'm broadcasting this?
*chitter*
I hate you all so much. Give me those kriffing notes so I can read them and then get back to yelling. *Rustle* Right. Everything happened in town yesterday, so I'll start at the park, where Didi was feeding the ducks. Tamsin showed up to gush over the color of flamingos - you should see the size of the bird Cecil has, Tamsin - and exchanged amnesiac introductions with Didi, who called herself Diana, over an offered jacket and promises of shopping. At Caritas, Jaina, or Angie for the weekend, had free reign behind the bar to help herself. I've had jobs like that. I wouldn't mind getting back to them.
Over at the Boards, Dr. Lecter and Jono showed up because of a wedding invite that they found. They found the place empty when they got there, no grooms to be seen, so they decided to just throw the party themselves. Oh, sithspit. Doctor, I'm sorry.
Lucille arrived because of an invitation too, and she and Hannibal talked about how they don't know anything about the grooms - this place is terrible, that's all you need to know - or about non-human people. Which is another problem I wouldn't be hearing about if I was back home. Or I would be, but then I could safely assume that the people complaining about it were bigoted xenophobes, not just humans from some sheltered little backrocket planet with no space travel worth mentioning.
Dante showed up for the food and stayed for conversation with Dr. Lecter about how people were being too uptight about losing all their memories. How can you be too uptight about losing all your memories?? Lucille assured Dante that the grooms probably wouldn't mind strangers coming in just to eat, and then they speculated on the origins of Dante's name.
There was food, and there were party games, and somewhere in there, Peridot, temporarily known as Cecil, Queen of the Gremlins, learned what 'married' meant during a round of something vaguely resembling 'I Never.'
That's all the notes? Now can I go? If I'm not leaving this karking island, the least I can do is go back to sleep and pretend I didn't just spend an entire weekend going by the name 'Chris.'