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fandom_radio2019-02-08 07:22 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandom_radio2019-02-08 07:22 am
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Fandom Radio, Friday, February 8th
... So, this is a thing now?
*Chittering*
This is a thing now. Good morning, Fandom. It's Jon Starsmore again, using my phone again, reading you the notes, again. Not that I ever minded spreading gossip about you lot, but I really could be doing something productive right now, like trying and failing to sleep some more.
Well, let's get to it, then. Over at the school, Hardison had Dollar Store Arts and Crafts doing stamping into sealing wax. Culture Shock was mostly sharing music but also teasing Kanan about his musical tastes - send him to my shop, I'll introduce him to something good - and Problem Solving and You were dealing with social interactions in a tavern. Best way to deal with those is not to have them, honestly. Jack was holding her office hours as well, doing her weekly tennis ball torture when Hannibal stopped in to check on her and learned about her missing Wednesday.
It's always Wednesdays, innit?
Later on the beach, Jack and Kaidan had themselves a spar and a chat. And, fine, I take it back, social interactions are fine if they involve punching people. Even people you like, so long as it's one of those mutually-agreed-upon punching things. Mae was out having herself a run across the rooftops, which is a surprisingly popular pastime around this place. I should take it up myself, perhaps. Sidon was taking advantage of the weather to walk puppies at... or, I suppose not at Furnado, but you know what I mean. Vette was doing inventory at the scrapyard, Sabine was painting weapons at the Wellspring, and Hernando was in a good mood and humming classical music at T42, where Sparkle paid a visit because he needed to see a man about a kiss.
Aw.
And that's all my notes, so I'll leave you now and get back to all of that not sleeping I've been doing. Until the next time I'm tackled by squirrels, Fandom.
*Chittering*
This is a thing now. Good morning, Fandom. It's Jon Starsmore again, using my phone again, reading you the notes, again. Not that I ever minded spreading gossip about you lot, but I really could be doing something productive right now, like trying and failing to sleep some more.
Well, let's get to it, then. Over at the school, Hardison had Dollar Store Arts and Crafts doing stamping into sealing wax. Culture Shock was mostly sharing music but also teasing Kanan about his musical tastes - send him to my shop, I'll introduce him to something good - and Problem Solving and You were dealing with social interactions in a tavern. Best way to deal with those is not to have them, honestly. Jack was holding her office hours as well, doing her weekly tennis ball torture when Hannibal stopped in to check on her and learned about her missing Wednesday.
It's always Wednesdays, innit?
Later on the beach, Jack and Kaidan had themselves a spar and a chat. And, fine, I take it back, social interactions are fine if they involve punching people. Even people you like, so long as it's one of those mutually-agreed-upon punching things. Mae was out having herself a run across the rooftops, which is a surprisingly popular pastime around this place. I should take it up myself, perhaps. Sidon was taking advantage of the weather to walk puppies at... or, I suppose not at Furnado, but you know what I mean. Vette was doing inventory at the scrapyard, Sabine was painting weapons at the Wellspring, and Hernando was in a good mood and humming classical music at T42, where Sparkle paid a visit because he needed to see a man about a kiss.
Aw.
And that's all my notes, so I'll leave you now and get back to all of that not sleeping I've been doing. Until the next time I'm tackled by squirrels, Fandom.
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Jon, buddy boy, if you think that is how I do ball torture...
You're welcome.
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Jono needed a moment before he could reply. But when he did finally say something back, very much to Jack and Jack alone, the mirth behind it was obvious.
//Too much information, Sunshine.// There was a pause for a few moments, and then, an afterthought, //You in the market for sparring partners at all?//
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She was equally amused.
You're the one who said it. Figured it should at least be fucking accurate. And I'm always in the market for sparring partners. You read how my big dumb squish murdered the one yesterday. Murdered. It. Completely fucking derailed a really good spar by shutting my brain down with shock. I'm still mad at him.
Not really. More amused than anything.
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//Bloody rude of him t'do, innit?// Yeah, Jono wasn't buying that shock any, either. //Well, any time you're free for a spar, luv. My social life has been sorely lacking, these days. All my usual suspects are long gone or back in New York.//
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The shock had been pretty legit. Kaidan had done something nice for someone he all but despised and Jack was dumbfounded how that was even a thing people did.
He's a dick. I'm always up for sparring. Hell, even other social shit. It's boring here, Jon.
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People were strange beasts, Jack.
//Well, I'm not much for drinking or doing coffee,// for obvious reasons, //but if you've got suggestions besides, I'm always game. Reserve th'right to bitch about it, but still game.//
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She knew that for a fucking fact.
It bother you if I drink? Jack asked, Cuz there's a dartboard at Caritas. Otherwise..I mean, there's the gym. I..am terrible at social shit. What the fuck do people even do when they're not fighting stuff? Play cards?
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//Bothers me less these days than it used to. Haven't played darts in some time, that is tempting. Gym's fine too.// A pause. //Hell if I know the answer to that one, though.//
He really had no damn clue. Social life? What was that?
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Jack thought about it. Will you wind up buzzed if I get that way?
That could be good or bad.
I'll kick your ass at darts, Brit-boy.
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//Can if I'm open to it. All in the head, though-- I can shut it off if I like, too.//
Mmm, telepathy.
//You're welcome to give me a run for my money, then. Anytime.//
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Look, she was trying to be nice here. This whole thinking about other people thing was new and she didn't like it but she was trying.
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//Can't screw my head up worse'n it's already been, luv. Let me worry about it, my walls are good enough to handle a little alcohol, at least.//
... It had taken a few years to get to that point, but yes. Yes they were.
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//Well, hell... won't say no, then. And thank you.//
No. Really. He appreciated being given permission. He tended to shield to the verge of being headblind otherwise.