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fandom_radio2016-08-25 12:37 am
Fandom Radio, Thursday, August 25
-- yes, I see that it's on. Would you stop poking me? This is what I get for trying a new jogging route that goes past the radio station first thing in the morning.
*chittering*
You guys realize I have no idea what you're saying, right? And your handwriting's terrible.
Alright, so apparently I'm doing the radio broadcast today. Hi Fandom. It's Eliot. I'm supposed to be practicing forms in the park right now. Instead I get to announce that apparently nothing happened at the school or in the dorms yesterday. Which -- I mean. Break week. Folks gotta get their summer vacation in while they can.
In town news, Steve showed up at Stark's and asked to be filled in on the '90s. I -- really? The whole decade, man? Tony decided to go with mulleted vampires. Which. Yeah, that was not my '90s experience. But sure.
*chittering*
I turned 18 in '94. I know what I'm talking about. The '90s were all about the fall of communism and the dissolution of Eastern Europe into much smaller independent states.
*chittering*
Yeah, okay, fine, working for NATO may have warped my perspective a little but -- now I'm talking political history with squirrels. Moving on.
Apparently Lucille fought the Groovy Tunes stereo for dominance by turning up the volume on her new headphones. Trust me on this one, kid: find another way. You're going to want those eardrums later. Alana worked her last shift at Book Haven and when she tried to leave, the books didn't want to let her. Books ain't the only ones that'll miss you, Alana. Good luck and godspeed. Apparently Archer decided to run a "ladies trivia night" at Caritas. Yeah, I'm with Kitty on this one. That does not sound like a good idea.
. . . The hell is this? One of you writing a book here? This is Leroy's fault, isn't it. Which one of you is Leroy?
*chittering*
Whatever. Okay. Well apparently Dante threw an end-of-summer beach party, and it was the event of the freakin' summer. Folks showed up to hangout. Since, you know. Party. Isabel and Ezra caught up with each other and made last minute plans to -- how old are these two? *clears throat* -- made last minute plans before Ezra heads off-island. Have fun with that and please don't let the squirrels know any of the details. I'm too old to read this crap.
Ringo got some advice from Isabela on how to rock the right attitude for your look. And there is nothing I can say about that that doesn't make me sound like a dirty old man. Hyacinthe and Isabela flirted, which from what I hear is kinda both of their default modes. Ringo and Roscoe talked outfits and hometown beaches, which is probably about as wholesome as these notes are going to get. Ah. Yeah. Roscoe and Hyacinthe joked about sex and made a lot of puns. See? Can we all remember this is the squirrels' fault so I can stop feelin' like I should be written by Nabokov?
*chittering* *clinks*
. . . Yeah, actually, that might help. Cheers.
Oh hey, Dante and Sparkle talked about booze and drugs. Awesome. And nasty childhoods and Jedi. This is a party, kids. Maybe leave the childhoods at home. Hyacinthe and Sparkle talked drugs and then switched into French, which apparently the squirrels don't speak. Which -- fair. I'm impressed they understand English. Ada decided to catch some rays and Isabela came over to chat about "booty" and apply lotion. Which -- good. Lord only knows what this planet's sun'll do to you. Ringo stopped by to chat and propose a game of beach volleyball, and Hyacinthe offered to reapply Ada's lotion. Hey, I managed to teach him something!
Dante criticized Ezra's fancy outfit, and they talked about Ezra's post-Fandom plans. Ringo wondered at Ezra's disinterest in beach athletics and -- yeah, that's great kid, I'm sure you burn plenty of calories that way. Ezra and Ada flirtatiously agreed to hook everyone at the party up, which was a lofty goal. Hyacinthe introduced himself -- nice timing, kid -- and he and Ezra made plans to, uh, get to know each other better in the scant time Ezra had left on the island. Alana arrived after her shift and was glad to not be the only graduate still hanging out on the island.
Hyacinthe teased Ringo by stripping. No. Ahsoka was there to meditate -- I am so sorry, kid -- but Dante convinced her to party instead. Hyacinthe claimed not to be totally in the party mood which Ahsoka was skeptical about. Yeah, kid. I ain't buyin' it either. Even if I didn't just read several notes about you flirting with everyone there. Anders' wading plans got wrecked by a rogue wave. Dante laughed. Ah, teenagers. Ringo got caught in the same wave and she and Anders bonded over it. Hyacinthe wasn't sure why Anders was going swimming by himself, and the notes actually don't say that this turned into a flirt-fest. I'm impressed. Merrill managed to completely miss that Hyacinthe was flirting with her. I actually wish I coulda seen the kid's face at that.
*chittering*
Never do that again, Leroy.
And finally, Isabela offered Merrill some advice on towel placement.
How is there more.
*sighs* *drinks*
People played volleyball. Which, unsurprisingly, for Dante and Isabela involved flirting. Dante picked Roscoe for his team. And they flirted. Ringo didn't think Dante should know how to play, and he told her he slept with a volleyball player. Which . . . yeah, okay. That checks out.
*chittering*
I'm not being sarcastic. Ada asked Dante to show her how to play. Hyacinthe was into the game for the "pretty people" watching. Xanthippe and Ahsoka chose to just watch from the sidelines. Being teenagers, probably for the same reason.
And there was a firepit. Where Alana thanked Dante for putting the whole thing together. Hyacinthe went to find Xanthippe after noticing her watching the volleyball game. Dante decided to get Roscoe a sex partner -- because that always goes well -- but Roscoe was maybe doing okay, since Xanthippe said his volleyball game was "hot". Once again, blame the squirrels for the middle-aged man reading these notes. Isabela and Dante ogled Ada together -- classy -- and Dante pestered Ada for s'mores.
And that's it. That's it, right? I don't have to read any notes about these kids going back to the dorms and --
*loud chittering*
Great. Fantastic. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go explain to my partners why I reek of rum at the *bleep* end of the morning. Try this again, and I'm setting squirrel traps.
*chittering*
You guys realize I have no idea what you're saying, right? And your handwriting's terrible.
Alright, so apparently I'm doing the radio broadcast today. Hi Fandom. It's Eliot. I'm supposed to be practicing forms in the park right now. Instead I get to announce that apparently nothing happened at the school or in the dorms yesterday. Which -- I mean. Break week. Folks gotta get their summer vacation in while they can.
In town news, Steve showed up at Stark's and asked to be filled in on the '90s. I -- really? The whole decade, man? Tony decided to go with mulleted vampires. Which. Yeah, that was not my '90s experience. But sure.
*chittering*
I turned 18 in '94. I know what I'm talking about. The '90s were all about the fall of communism and the dissolution of Eastern Europe into much smaller independent states.
*chittering*
Yeah, okay, fine, working for NATO may have warped my perspective a little but -- now I'm talking political history with squirrels. Moving on.
Apparently Lucille fought the Groovy Tunes stereo for dominance by turning up the volume on her new headphones. Trust me on this one, kid: find another way. You're going to want those eardrums later. Alana worked her last shift at Book Haven and when she tried to leave, the books didn't want to let her. Books ain't the only ones that'll miss you, Alana. Good luck and godspeed. Apparently Archer decided to run a "ladies trivia night" at Caritas. Yeah, I'm with Kitty on this one. That does not sound like a good idea.
. . . The hell is this? One of you writing a book here? This is Leroy's fault, isn't it. Which one of you is Leroy?
*chittering*
Whatever. Okay. Well apparently Dante threw an end-of-summer beach party, and it was the event of the freakin' summer. Folks showed up to hangout. Since, you know. Party. Isabel and Ezra caught up with each other and made last minute plans to -- how old are these two? *clears throat* -- made last minute plans before Ezra heads off-island. Have fun with that and please don't let the squirrels know any of the details. I'm too old to read this crap.
Ringo got some advice from Isabela on how to rock the right attitude for your look. And there is nothing I can say about that that doesn't make me sound like a dirty old man. Hyacinthe and Isabela flirted, which from what I hear is kinda both of their default modes. Ringo and Roscoe talked outfits and hometown beaches, which is probably about as wholesome as these notes are going to get. Ah. Yeah. Roscoe and Hyacinthe joked about sex and made a lot of puns. See? Can we all remember this is the squirrels' fault so I can stop feelin' like I should be written by Nabokov?
*chittering* *clinks*
. . . Yeah, actually, that might help. Cheers.
Oh hey, Dante and Sparkle talked about booze and drugs. Awesome. And nasty childhoods and Jedi. This is a party, kids. Maybe leave the childhoods at home. Hyacinthe and Sparkle talked drugs and then switched into French, which apparently the squirrels don't speak. Which -- fair. I'm impressed they understand English. Ada decided to catch some rays and Isabela came over to chat about "booty" and apply lotion. Which -- good. Lord only knows what this planet's sun'll do to you. Ringo stopped by to chat and propose a game of beach volleyball, and Hyacinthe offered to reapply Ada's lotion. Hey, I managed to teach him something!
Dante criticized Ezra's fancy outfit, and they talked about Ezra's post-Fandom plans. Ringo wondered at Ezra's disinterest in beach athletics and -- yeah, that's great kid, I'm sure you burn plenty of calories that way. Ezra and Ada flirtatiously agreed to hook everyone at the party up, which was a lofty goal. Hyacinthe introduced himself -- nice timing, kid -- and he and Ezra made plans to, uh, get to know each other better in the scant time Ezra had left on the island. Alana arrived after her shift and was glad to not be the only graduate still hanging out on the island.
Hyacinthe teased Ringo by stripping. No. Ahsoka was there to meditate -- I am so sorry, kid -- but Dante convinced her to party instead. Hyacinthe claimed not to be totally in the party mood which Ahsoka was skeptical about. Yeah, kid. I ain't buyin' it either. Even if I didn't just read several notes about you flirting with everyone there. Anders' wading plans got wrecked by a rogue wave. Dante laughed. Ah, teenagers. Ringo got caught in the same wave and she and Anders bonded over it. Hyacinthe wasn't sure why Anders was going swimming by himself, and the notes actually don't say that this turned into a flirt-fest. I'm impressed. Merrill managed to completely miss that Hyacinthe was flirting with her. I actually wish I coulda seen the kid's face at that.
*chittering*
Never do that again, Leroy.
And finally, Isabela offered Merrill some advice on towel placement.
How is there more.
*sighs* *drinks*
People played volleyball. Which, unsurprisingly, for Dante and Isabela involved flirting. Dante picked Roscoe for his team. And they flirted. Ringo didn't think Dante should know how to play, and he told her he slept with a volleyball player. Which . . . yeah, okay. That checks out.
*chittering*
I'm not being sarcastic. Ada asked Dante to show her how to play. Hyacinthe was into the game for the "pretty people" watching. Xanthippe and Ahsoka chose to just watch from the sidelines. Being teenagers, probably for the same reason.
And there was a firepit. Where Alana thanked Dante for putting the whole thing together. Hyacinthe went to find Xanthippe after noticing her watching the volleyball game. Dante decided to get Roscoe a sex partner -- because that always goes well -- but Roscoe was maybe doing okay, since Xanthippe said his volleyball game was "hot". Once again, blame the squirrels for the middle-aged man reading these notes. Isabela and Dante ogled Ada together -- classy -- and Dante pestered Ada for s'mores.
And that's it. That's it, right? I don't have to read any notes about these kids going back to the dorms and --
*loud chittering*
Great. Fantastic. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go explain to my partners why I reek of rum at the *bleep* end of the morning. Try this again, and I'm setting squirrel traps.
