Paris Geller (
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fandom_radio2019-02-20 11:19 am
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Fandom Radio, Wednesday, February 20, 2019
The radio squirrels just brought the radio equipment into my room strapped on a seal. I wish I was more surprised to say that. This is Paris, by the way, and I'm in Iceland. Sorry, Sparkle. We'll bring you something back. How do you feel about salt? Or sweaters?
In not-Iceland news, Éponine was fighting a losing battle against soap bubbles in the post office. The rest of town was super quiet, which is probably for the best. It would really stink if they were invaded by rabid gophers or something while all of the scary teachers who know how to fight were on vacation.
*chittering*
Leroy says that the squirrels could absolutely handle a rabid gopher invasion, and now I'm going to blame him when it happens.
Anyway, Iceland. We went to places with absolutely ridiculous names, so apologies in advance as I kill them. Should've learned Icelandic instead of Mandarin. We were waking up in tents because this school's idea of fun and my idea of fun are not the same idea of fun. Breq and Bobby complained about their tent being too warm--weirdos--and then we all got breakfast. Kitty needed all the coffee because babies apparently don't understand timezone shifts. Jack offered her sympathy. Summer was posting a billion Northern Lights selfies, Vette got the kitchen to give her an entire fish--sorry everyone on that bus--and Sweet Dee was drinking suntan lotion.
*chittering*
The squirrels say you aren't fooling anyone. Then we were onto our minibuses again. Captain Rogers had made nametags for his bus to build team unity or something. Hmm. Maybe I should make something for my bus. Vette wanted to know what an Avenger was, Summer thought it was weird to call him Steve since she'd been one of his students, Karolina wasn't sure she wanted to be an Avenger, and Kitty wanted to know if there would be prizes given for the best minibus.
Prizes? Well, then we have to do something. As long as the prize isn't a singing fish again.
We stopped at the black sand beach of Reynisfjara--I think I came close on that?--learned about Icelandic Sagas as we drove, broke for lunch in a lava field, and then hiked a glacier. It wasn't quite as badass as it sounds, but it was still very pretty. Sidon and Vette broke off from the group for a date after Breq checked into to confirm that freezing cold weather is definitely not Sidon's favorite, but he thinks the waterfalls are breathtaking. Scary teacher Jack tried to take a puffin home but mooching townie Kaidan told her not to, which was good because it turned out to be Keyleth, a student who can...apparently turn into a puffin.
*long pause*
God, I remember when that would seem weirder. Beaker was chased by non-Keyleth puffins, and Bobby was definitely not graffiti-ing a national monument in a foreign country.
*chittering*
That is a weirdly specific disclaimer.
Before we got to our not-tent hotel, there was a chance to stop at the...J-word lagoon. We saw seals and some of the hardier sorts went on a hike of an ice cave. I was more interested in not being a Paris-sicle any more and took a very hot shower at our new hotel. Clint was on babysitting duty that night, which meant he took the baby to the lobby and then fell asleep. Jet lag is the worst. Rosa found the bar because it's a Tuesday night, and she and Kitty were far too excited about being on the same side of the bar for once. Grown-ups are weirdly thrilled about boring things. Peebee took the bus into town and found a super fancy restaurant.
And that's it! Okay, I have just enough time to grab breakfast and get started on making something even better than nametags for my bus.
And you'll all wear them. You will.
*chittering*
Of course that was vaguely threatening. Have you met me?
In not-Iceland news, Éponine was fighting a losing battle against soap bubbles in the post office. The rest of town was super quiet, which is probably for the best. It would really stink if they were invaded by rabid gophers or something while all of the scary teachers who know how to fight were on vacation.
*chittering*
Leroy says that the squirrels could absolutely handle a rabid gopher invasion, and now I'm going to blame him when it happens.
Anyway, Iceland. We went to places with absolutely ridiculous names, so apologies in advance as I kill them. Should've learned Icelandic instead of Mandarin. We were waking up in tents because this school's idea of fun and my idea of fun are not the same idea of fun. Breq and Bobby complained about their tent being too warm--weirdos--and then we all got breakfast. Kitty needed all the coffee because babies apparently don't understand timezone shifts. Jack offered her sympathy. Summer was posting a billion Northern Lights selfies, Vette got the kitchen to give her an entire fish--sorry everyone on that bus--and Sweet Dee was drinking suntan lotion.
*chittering*
The squirrels say you aren't fooling anyone. Then we were onto our minibuses again. Captain Rogers had made nametags for his bus to build team unity or something. Hmm. Maybe I should make something for my bus. Vette wanted to know what an Avenger was, Summer thought it was weird to call him Steve since she'd been one of his students, Karolina wasn't sure she wanted to be an Avenger, and Kitty wanted to know if there would be prizes given for the best minibus.
Prizes? Well, then we have to do something. As long as the prize isn't a singing fish again.
We stopped at the black sand beach of Reynisfjara--I think I came close on that?--learned about Icelandic Sagas as we drove, broke for lunch in a lava field, and then hiked a glacier. It wasn't quite as badass as it sounds, but it was still very pretty. Sidon and Vette broke off from the group for a date after Breq checked into to confirm that freezing cold weather is definitely not Sidon's favorite, but he thinks the waterfalls are breathtaking. Scary teacher Jack tried to take a puffin home but mooching townie Kaidan told her not to, which was good because it turned out to be Keyleth, a student who can...apparently turn into a puffin.
*long pause*
God, I remember when that would seem weirder. Beaker was chased by non-Keyleth puffins, and Bobby was definitely not graffiti-ing a national monument in a foreign country.
*chittering*
That is a weirdly specific disclaimer.
Before we got to our not-tent hotel, there was a chance to stop at the...J-word lagoon. We saw seals and some of the hardier sorts went on a hike of an ice cave. I was more interested in not being a Paris-sicle any more and took a very hot shower at our new hotel. Clint was on babysitting duty that night, which meant he took the baby to the lobby and then fell asleep. Jet lag is the worst. Rosa found the bar because it's a Tuesday night, and she and Kitty were far too excited about being on the same side of the bar for once. Grown-ups are weirdly thrilled about boring things. Peebee took the bus into town and found a super fancy restaurant.
And that's it! Okay, I have just enough time to grab breakfast and get started on making something even better than nametags for my bus.
And you'll all wear them. You will.
*chittering*
Of course that was vaguely threatening. Have you met me?
