Fandom Radio, Saturday, October 28

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*sounds of digging*

Dean: Y'know for someone who was supposedly buried in a shallow grave, we're having to go pretty deep here.

Sam: Y'know for someone who's using the word 'we,' I'm doing an awful lot of the digging.

Dean: Yeah, well you lost the coin toss fair and square.

*chittering*

Dean: What the-? Sammy please tell me that I'm not really seeing squirrels with microphones and notebooks standing at the edge of the grave?

Sam: Oh, you've got to be kidding me. How did you find us? Do we not look like we're a little busy here?

*chittering*

Dean: Dude, we're in the middle of a salt and burn here. Can't you go bother someone else to do this tonight?

*imperious chittering*

Dean: Okay, I don't speak squirrel but I think we just got called some really naughty names.

Sam: Stupid squirrels. I swear, if you're carrying half of what you gave us last week, you're all going into the grave when we're done.

*chittering*

Dean: *sighs* Fine. Give us the papers so we can get this over with and get back to real important stuff, like making sure the Halloween haunted house isn't really haunted anymore. *sound of papers rustling*


School, or what exists of it on the weekends

In school news, Mac opened the library. And that was the only thing school related going on today because most people respect the sacredness of the weekend off.

Sam: That, and they haven't decided to hold Study Hall on Saturdays yet.

Dean: Not like any self respecting teenager who's not a geek would take advantage of that. So it would be for... you and Willow?

Sam: Dawn would come too, maybe. And Hermione. That's when our plans for world domination will begin.

Dean: The rest of us will be out having fun.

Dorms, where the weekends are usually enjoyed

Dean: Getting back to the notes, Karal, Gavin and Molly hung out in the preserve. The squirrels are very insistent that that's all they did. *pause* Which probably means they were having a hot wild threesome or something.

Sam: I might be willing to agree with you if it was anyone else besides the three of them.

Dean: Yeah, you may have a point there. Chris picked Lana up for their first date.

Karal hung out in his room and made some phone calls. Probably to tell everyone how all he did in the preserve was hang out.

Then later, Karal, Gavin, John Sheppard, Jim and Trenor found themselves in the school post hanging out at Caritas. Dude, are they still letting horses drink at the bar? Or was he the designated sober gu- horse?

Sam: Maybe it's just me, but I think letting a horse be your designated whatever might be the first sign of a drinking problem.

Dean: Better than drinking with your horse, I'd think. But I'm not one to judge. Jaina settled in for bed post-garage. I'm assuming some of these post-things are going to be explained in the notes the squirrels are waving at you. Anyway, she was lucky enough to acquire a drunk John. Something every girl will be wanting for Christmas I'm sure.

And in the third floor common room this morning, Sulley cooked a ton of breakfast foods and made them available to sharing. Hey, I wonder if he had waffles too? Katara came looking for breakfast -- and one assumes found it because see ton of breakfast foods -- and talked to Sulley about superheroing class.

In the salle, Zuko and Teddy met up to work on their assignment in Aly's class. Hey, Prue, if you're listening, how 'bout we get together Monday night to do that?

Sam: What assignment is that?

Dean: You're asking about my homework now? At the side of a half dug up grave while we're doing radio at squirrel point? Dude, you have weird timing. The assignment's bodyguarding -- guarding and being guarded.

Sam: I was just wondering. I won't ask again.

Dean: *sighs* You can ask me about my homework all you want, Sammy. Just, maybe not when we're at squirrel point? Anyway Zuko showed Teddy what a good bodyguard he can be and Teddy freaked Zuko out by turning green. Hopefully that had nothing to do with Sulley's breakfast...

In other news, Ino read a book. And Ino's not the only one reading tonight, in the second floor common room, Adah was curled up with a book as well. Sulley wanted to know if there was anything interesting on and what she was reading. And speaking of reading, it's your turn to do some of it.

Town, where the people who don't have classes spend their weekend

Sam: Moist opened the post office today, while Sulley sleepily opened Turtle and Canary. George Michael opened the banana stand, and Gabriel...well, he didn't open the church, really. But he was there when no one else was.

Sheriff Mustang was visited at the Trooper Station today by Professor Kerrigan and Edward. Chris and Lana went on a daaaaate at Ching Tai, and yes, that was me reading directly from the notes. I think it's safe to say there's at least one squirrel who approves.

Dean: Or who really really likes the letter a.

Sam: It could be worse, there could be little hearts over the i's too. Gabriel got some breakfast from J,GOB, but I bet it wasn't as good as the waffles I had for breakfast. Savannah was tired at the sports store, and it's really looking more and more like things were kind of blah back at school. I don't feel so bad about being elsewhere right now.

Dean: Course things are blah -- we're not there. And wait, you were feeling bad about being here?

Sam: I wasn't until our trip suddenly involved some necessary salting and burning.

Dean: Hunting's just part of the fun. And this isn't much of a hunt. Took us what? All of two hours to track down what we needed to do?

Sam: Yeah, I guess it could have been worse. A lot worse, based on some of our previous experiences. Anyway, Mary and Gunther fought over menus at the hotel, and Faith mistook Gunther for someone she knows and killed. Is it wrong that my first reaction is to wonder why Faith is still in town?

Dean: I'm not sure whether to be happy about that or disappointed that we're out of town when she's in it.

Sam: Maybe she'll still be there when we get back, and you can hunt her down for a hookup or whatever.

Dean: *tone brightening* Yeah, maybe. That would be great.

Sam: *laughing* Yitzhak looked for a costume while at the diner, and Leo got freaked out by a jack o'lantern at the Photo Hut. I really hope it's not a haunted jack o'lantern, because I've definitely had my fill of haunted Halloween stuff tonight.

Dean: Dad can handle it if it is.

Sam: Good point. D'Argo experimented at Caritas. Not dirty, I hope, since that's a public place. And apparently, the lounge was the one happening place to be tonight. Karal and Luke seem to be under the impression that colorful drinks make cabins fly. I don't know about that, but I know what can make them blow up. Gavin and Karal reassure each other that they're feeling good. I...I don't think I'm going to touch that one.

Dean: Told you -- threesome in the preserve.

Sam: Wow. And Molly's the lucky lady in the middle. Go Molly! Jim wanted to throw sharp things at Karal, which isn't something that people usually want to do to him, I don't think. Karal was surprised to see John even though he invited him, and now I have to wonder what was in the drinks tonight. Something stranger than usual, maybe?

Dean: Guess that's what you get when the bartender starts experimenting.

Sam: Gavin and Luke mocked each other's height, and Luke was hyper at John. After some drinking, Luke and Jim discussed tattoos. That's not a wise topic of conversation to have when you're drunk, guys. And you know what else isn't a good idea when you're drunk? Playing darts. The notes don't mention anyone losing anything vital, so I'm going to assume that the game went well.

Savannah stopped by the clinic this morning to see Dr. Troy, and Dr. Wilson had a quiet evening shift.

Summer opened the Devil's Nest for Chris, which left him free to stop by with Lana. Chris talked to Summer, and then he and Lana danced.


And amazingly enough, that's it for tonight. Now, can we get back to what we were doing, please?

Dean: Or if you squirrels really want to be helpful, you can grab some little squirrel shovels and help us.

Sam: *snickering* I think we'll be all right on our own, Dean. We always are.