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likethegun ([personal profile] likethegun) wrote in [community profile] fandom_radio2007-12-02 02:48 am

Fandom Radio, Saturday, December 1

Sam: Good evening, Fandom. We've officially made it two weeks in a row without anything terribly weird happening.

Dean: Dude! *sound of someone whapping someone's little brother's head* Enough with the jinxes!

Sam: Hey! *sound of someone whapping in retaliation* That was all you last week. I'm not jinxing anything.

Dean: *sound of someone whapping again* You're doing it again.

Sam: *sound of someone whapping back* I'm not doing anything! And stop hitting me.

Dean: You first. *sound of someone whapping once again*

Sam: You hit me first. *sound of someone whapping yet again*

Dean: You deserved it. *yep, more whapping*

Sam: I did not! *still more whapping*

*angry chittering*

Hey, he totally had that coming, don't get angry at me.

Dean: Listen to the nice squirrel, Sammy. Don't hit your big brother.

Sam: Fine. I won't hit you again if you take the first set of notes.

Dean: Yeah, like I'm afraid of you. Still, I'll take them just to get this show on the road.


School: Where Christmas break is only a few weeks away

The only thing going on at the school today was Mac opening the library and then having a non-conversation with Adah -- shouldn't that be not having a conversation?

Sam: Not if we're talking about Adah. She's...an interesting conversationalist.

Dean: True.


Dorms: Which will hopefully be empty during Christmas break

Dean: Zuko ran into his Uncle Iroh in town and the squirrels want to know about some recipe for pigchicken... Pigchicken?

Sam: Sounds like something you'd be willing to eat.

Dean: I wouldn't knock it till I tried it. After all, turducken.

Sam: Ugh, that sounds just as gross. You can have my portion of all the combination foods out there.

Dean: I'm going to hold you to that. After that meeting Zuko started packing to go home and fulfill his destiny which Mel was unhappy about. But, wait! He came back later and is all tired as woe and Mel tucked him in. Guess destiny fulfilling was short but exhausting, huh?

Johnny Storm and Savannah talked Christmas presents and what to get his sister. Ah, the sibling gift dilemma. I know it well.

Sam: Have you figured out what you're getting me yet?

Dean: That would be telling, now, wouldn't it? Annette went to apologize to AJ while he was working on art and didn't get why he was all upset and worried about her. Annette then returned to her room and burst into tears.

Down in the salle, Cassandra practiced her morning sparring routine. She ignored Jack until she finished her workout and then they sparred and Cassandra pretty much won everything. I'm still up for some sparring myself, Cassandra, whenever you want. Cassandra also played tag with Anemone, who was trying to adjust to no longer being merged with a giant robot. Y'know, there's some phrases you probably will never need to say anywhere other than Fandom...

After the market, Karal was in the stables talking to Trenor and unwrapping his loot. Molly came by and awkwardly said hello and Karal was all flustered, insisting he wasn't going to stalk her. Huh. There's got to be more to that story...

In the third floor common room, Jim was embodying good and evil -- he had hot chocolate, but was also blasting Journey. Willow came in and discussed the power of hot chocolate with Jim in Journey lyrics and at this point I think evil is winning. Chad was gleeful someone else appreciates Journey and got marshmallows in his hot chocolate. At this point I'm sure they're marshmallows of evil.

Sam: There's nothing wrong with Journey. They're a good band.

Dean: And this is why you don't get to pick the music in the Impala.

Sam: Someday, when you have to go and drive on your own, I'm going to take all your music out, and leave you with nothing but a mixtape of my own creation.

Dean: It's good to have dreams, Sammy.


Town: Where it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas everywhere you go

Dean: Down in town, Fraser dressed up in a suit and Barney came by to be slapped. Dirty?

Sam: I really, really hope not.

Dean: Y'know I think it is -- because Robin-not-a-frog stopped by with a camera to capture the slapping and then there was talk about Barney taking Fraser to a strip club. Yep, definitely dirty.

Sam: Well, I hope they're very happy together in their dirtiness?

Dean: Aw, that's sweet. Ah, and another squirrel fills in the missing part of Zuko's day: Mel got Aly to talk Zuko out of leaving. So less with exhausting destiny fulfilling and more with exhausting teacher lecture?

Arashi and Deadpool had a date night, and Mary came back from the market and took a shower then put on sexy lingerie. Michael showed up at Mary's then and, like one would expect when sexy lingerie is involved, it becomes dirty.

Sam: Did everyone do something dirty tonight except us?

Dean: Hey, the night's still young. You can get some dirty in after radio if you want.

Sam:Dean: You can tell me all about it tomorrow. Gabriel opened the church, and Turtle opened T&C. Cassandra came running into the store, with Anemone chasing her. Still playing tag I guess.

Sam: Elsewhere in town, the monthly market was back in swing, and quite a few people gathered to get some shopping done.

Turtle and Annette talked about Annette's attempts to network, and Annette promised to buy Turtle something nice for Christmas.

At Mr. Hong's Oriental Style Fish stand, Annette came and got some cheap fish. For her sake, I hope this isn't a "you get what you pay for" type of situation.

Dean: That would explain the crying later.

Sam: Ew. Sorry Annette! Barbossa tried to haggle over the price of fish, and asked about Singapore, but Mr. Hong wasn't having any of it. Maybe Barbossa would have more luck back in Singapore. Far, far away in Singapore. *coughs* And Turtle got fish and rice from Mr. Hong, because apparently her haggling skills are better than everyone else's combined.

Someone named Iroh was at the market, selling tea. Sokka was "OMG" at seeing Iroh, which I assume means he was surprised. I don't know if it was a good surprise or not though.

Dean: Iroh... Zuko's uncle with the pigchicken. Maybe Sokka doesn't like combo dishes either?

Sam: I don't know, dude. He eats like you.

Dean: *proud* Yeah. At least one little brother has an appetite.

Sam: Just because I care about what I eat, that doesn't mean I don't have an appetite. Zuko hung back in the shadows when he saw his uncle, apparently thinking this was a school dance and not a market.

Turtle made tea observations and Anathema wondered what kind of tea he was selling, as was Mohinder, who wondered about his spiced blends. Now I'm thirsty. *sighs*

Kirk had a pizza delivery going, which means I'm going to be hungry too in a moment. Turtle and Kirk argued about the logistics of pizza ordering, and Sokka tried to haggle prices with Kirk, but he wouldn't budge.

Johnny actually bought one of the pizzas, but Kirk said he wouldn't get it until he got back to Connecticut. Oops. And Anakin talked to Kirk too, and got him to agree to dance when he delivers the pizza.

Dean: Why do I think someone is taking advantage of his mind powers?

Sam: Or Kirk could just be really strange. At the Arms Hotel booth, Turtle stopped off to ask Mary how business is doing.

After all that shopping, people had a place to relax as well at the end.


Dean: Before they went off and did something dirty.

Sam: *laughs* Exactly. And that's all the notes I have, so I think we can just assume that everyone else did dirty things in the privacy of their rooms where the squirrels couldn't hear.

Dean: Or dressed up in suits at strip clubs.

Sam: And slapped each other?

Dean: Now you're getting it. Not my kink, but whatever floats your boat.... And wow, we possibly committed porn at the beginning of this broadcast if slapping each other is your kink...

Sam: On that horrifying note, I think it's time to say good night. At least before I give in to the urge to hit you again.

Dean: Incestuous porn at that. Sammy, I'm shocked!

Sam: *sound of someone getting whapped again* Good night, Dean.