Fandom Radio :: Monday, December 10th.

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Turtle: Good evening, fellow Fandomites! It's Monday, a quiet Monday, and hopefully it will stay that way through the broadcast, but you never know. You can probably bet against it. Because I do radio with Jeff.

Jeff: Turtle? I think I'm starting to see tumbleweeds like in films.

Turtle: ...oh, wow. That really was a tumbleweed, wasn't it?

Jeff: I think it's looking at me a bit funny. Are tumbleweeds even supposed to look at things?

Turtle: Maybe if we ignore it and just get to the notes, it'll go away.

Jeff: ... I'm just going to move slightly in your general area. Not that general area! Just... the general area.



School: CANCELED.

Turtle: Compartive Religions? Canceled. No teacher. Fandom's Next Top Model Runway Tool Whatever? Not canceled, but still no teacher. They watched a movie. Sex Ed? OhGodIWishItWasCanceled. Ino talked about BDSM and Sokka and me talked about dirty pervy skunks who don't understand boundaries and the meaning of the word no. I, by the way, won that argument.

Jeff: I'm so proud of you.

Turtle: And, then, in Keeping Your Wits About You, Doctor Wilson was a rambling man, like in that song, and everyone took, and I quote, "freaking perfect notes." I'm sure they weren't bitter at all about not being in one of the canceled classes instead.

Jeff: Er... Art Class was cancelled. Too. Sam opened the flirtary again so there was unexpected Eve and Dean had lunch and, of course, it being a flirtary and all, Peter had a flirt.

Turtle: Also, there were some office hours that no one bothered going to. So Miss Atreides was making a whole bunch of sounds that we hope were frustrated ones because otherwise don't want to think about it, and Mister Deadpool was watching, big surprise, reality television, I just don't believe it!, and Doctor Suresh looked for toys online. Someone's getting a Pretty Princess Pony for Christmas. Or Hanukkah. Or...whatever other holiday that it would be politically correct to include at the moment.

There was also pizza for lunch in the cafeteria, but I bet everyone thought that lunch was canceled, because no one showed up to eat.

Dorms: ALSO CANCELED.

Jeff: Why is this squirrel making a noise like it's a cricket?

Turtle: Because all was quiet on the West-- err, in the dorms today, really. Isabel was wrapping some presents, and then Bridge shows up, announcing presents, "but not in a Santa way." ...... Eeeeeeeeew.

Jeff: Chad and Chad's Boyfriend are 'snuggly' in their room. Good work, Chad! Turtle? Can we do that after the broadcast? 'Cos now it's in my head...

Turtle: *long pause* Turtle-and-Jeff style snuggling, sure. Not Teddy-and-Chad style snuggling...

Jeff: There's style differences?! I need to take notes.

Turtle: You can borrow mine.

Jeff: Thanks, Turtle. Sokka arrives at Katara's doorstep and talks a lot and is very loud, which is really sort of obvious considering the source, even I've noticed that, and so does Mel and there's some things about people going missing and secret police-- I KNEW IT! I KNEW THERE WERE SECRET WATCHERS!

Turtle: Yes. They're called squirrel. This is not news.

Jeff: I need to set up a barricade.

Town: ...NOT QUITE AS CANCELED.

Jeff: Sokka notices something called a... ... Thai Rai? Mai Fai? You know, when you think about it, Mai Mais could really make for an acceptable word for breasts-- it's going on the list. I'm up to seven hundred now! What was I on about? Miss Millie opened the book shop, and George Michael got the banana stand, but that's really not particularly relevant.

Meanwhile, Turtle opened Turtle & Canary, as is the proper way of things. Marco agrees! ...Except there's a bit here about tormenting Turtle and I can't agree with that, I think that's illegal, you know, with the Geneva Convention and everything. Oh, and Annette bought things. And then there were some more things about Chad at his music store and he and Chad's Boyfriend go on a rescue mission for Katara. I think I've seen that movie! I'm not certain Katara would fit the bikini, though. Perhaps she could consult those Mai Mais about better sizes.

Turtle: ...I have a very strong feeling that the studio equipment is very glad that Katara is not actually here right now.

Jeff: Annette also opened the Post Office where my little sister brought her baby-- she's got a baby? Why wasn't I told? I didn't know I was going to be an uncle! I didn't have time to prepare!

Turtle: What sort of preparations does one have to take to be an uncle?

Jeff: It's a family position! It requires practice! And all of those really weird things uncles keep around their pockets! I haven't even got any petunias in my flat yet! Or a flat! Or a sweater vest!

Turtle: ......Riiiiight. Anyway, Miss Bell was both cranky and tardy when she opened Pixie Dust today, so it's no wonder she didn't get any customers. Ami opened the Magic Box, which is always kind of funny when someone opens it, really, and Billy shows up for small talk. It looks like Miss Lieutenant Kerrigan and Mister Sheriff Mustang had a daaaaate at the movie theater, where they saw the kind of movie I'm actually okay with Jeff seeing. Also, Sheriff Mustang likes Miss Lieutenant Kerrigan's legs. Somehow, this is noteworthy.

Jeff: Well, legs can be really nice.

Turtle: Mary, who I'm sure is glad to hear her actual name this week because I got her notes, open The Arms Hotel and Doctor Keyworth explained that he hasn't been around because of boring fantasy football. Detective Montoya is on duty at the Trooper Station, and Agent Cooper keeps morale high with doughnuts and gross nasty coffee. Agent Cooper also is concerned about our defenses against flying monkeys, the price of coffee in Fandom, and Mister Cable's gun range. Which, by the way, he opened. Mister Cable. Not Agent Cooper.



Jeff: So can we go home and see about that Turtle and Jeff-style snuggling now? *sound of audible grinning* 'Cos it's important to have lots and lots of notes.

Turtle: Oy. Only if you promise not to be a skunk about it.

Jeff: ...Is my hair turning white again?

Turtle: Again? ...Nevermind. Tell me about it on the way back to the dorms.