Fandom Radio :: Monday, December 24th.

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Jeff: Hello, Fandom! Turtle's not in today 'cos she's at home with her parents and my mother hasn't shown up so I think I can leave the barricade for a moment-- what happened to our notes?

*chittering*

Jeff: What do you mean, 'when the cat's out'? I don't have a cat! I have a dog!

*more chittering*

Jeff: I can keep a broadcast together! I don't need Turtle to keep a broadcast together! I'm very good at keeping things together!

Chad: ....Do you still want my help then, little bro? I don't mind, but if you wanna do it solo, that's cool.

Jeff: No, no, your help will be fine, I've just got to convince these squirrels to keep things in the right order.

*angry chittering*

Chad: *grunt* Forgot how cute these squirrels are. Let's jus' read 'em like this. I don't wanna make 'em angry at us, Jeff.



TOWN

Jeff: Our employer has a radio show! With the worst Christmas song competition! You ever find yourself in public, like near a woman, and then you can't stop humming-- What's this? Dawn is naked on the streets-- Dawn was naked on the streets? Did anyone take pictures? Can I keep this note? I'll make certain it doesn't fall apart this time! Did anyone see that? I know Sam and Mel did, how did she hold up? Did she have proper leverage? Bre--

*ring ring!*

Chad: ....Um, I think your phone's ringing, little bro...

*ring ring!*

Jeff: Oh my god! Don't get near it! It might be my mother!

*sound of a phone going flying*

Chad: Good throw.

*ringing continuing*

Chad: Maybe you should answer it?

Jeff: I don't answer phones! Or phone people! You never know who's going to answer!

*ring ring! ring ring! ri--*

Chad: It sto--

*sound of different ringing*

Chad: Now that's my phone. ....Moshi moshi?

Turtle: *faintly through the phone* Chad?

Chad: ...yeah?

Turtle: Chad, it's Turtle. Let me talk to Jeff.

Chad: .... .....It's your girlfriend, Jeff.

Jeff: ... Hello, Turtle. ...Are there any old people there?

Turtle: Stop talking about breasts, Jeff.

Jeff: I wasn't talking about breasts! Breasts. Breasts. ...Did you bring secret listeners? There are old people there!

Turtle: *sigh* No, I didn't bring secret listeners, Jeff. I just know you. Chad? Can you hear me? Was he talking about breasts?

Chad: ...uhhh....

Turtle: I knew it. I swear, I knew I shouldn't have let the two of you do this. I'm staying on the phone for the rest of this broadcast to keep the two of you in check.

Chad: ....how did you get my number, anyway?

Turtle: NOTES, Chad!

Chad: ....Sorry. Um, Cable was using the meditation room at his gun place a lot, and Kabuto asked about ninja and gifts. Black clothes. Can't go wrong. The Arms Hotel was open today, too, and Mary and Stan talked about...*grunt* stuff. Christmas stuff? ...probably? Sean brought Mary a present. Probably a Christmas one, but that's just a guess.

Chad: Jolee pulls a Christmas miracle and gets the Christmas music to stop over at Caritas. Y'know, not all of it's that bad. If Teal Dear were still together, we'd put out the best Christmas CD ever. Jack was there for a beer and a song.

Jeff: The nurse was on duty at the clinic! How was her--

Turtle: Don't even say it, Jeff.

Jeff: ...Oh, look. The principal has a Christmas party of some sort! And talks about her children! Well, child. But there's children involved. And Dean and Meg talk about things... gifts! Upon arrival. And Dawn and the principal discuss some more children! Not that there's more children. There's just an extra amount of discussion regarding children. And gifts. And then Mohinder got phoned and left, which is really the right sort of reaction to these things.

Chad: And Roy read a book. Cable got a visit from Senor Deadpool; they exchanged presents and drank beer, and Cable's not sure on Project Runway's accuracy, and I hope he's wrong, 'cause I've been wasting my time brushing up on that shit. George Michael, whose music does have some redeeming quality, really, you just have to listen to it...really listen, I mean, to appreciate it, and Mary also did the gift exchange, but no beer. I don't think.

DORMS

Jeff: There were inappropriate gingerbread cookies on the tree today-- I missed inappropriate gingerbread cookies? Did you save some, Ino? It just seems like an excellent... er, marketing opportunity. Jack? Did you keep any? Valentine? You had a book, you can't have had enough hands to eat all of them!

Turtle: Whoa, wait, did you guys just go from the townies to the dorms? Can boys just not do anything right?

Chad: That's what order they came in, Turtle. We want 'em to stay cute, so we're gonna read 'em this way.

Turtle: ....you're so useless, Chad.

Jeff: To be entirely fair, they really did come in in this order. The squirrels are being very withholding.

Demyx played songs at the tree, I'm certain it appreciated that. And Xander and Isabel brought gifts.

Chad: Our imouto Ino is in the fifth floor common room, working on a present. I...still gotta get her hers from me. An' all the little sibs, and a magical kangaroo thingy gave Jaina her hair back. That was nice of it. Luke and Anakin had a serious father-son argument talk thing that I wouldn't know about 'cause my parents are dead.

...

...And then they went to Connecticut. Anemone was bein' frantic in last minute present wrapping and Savannah was wrapping, too, jus' not as frantic. Wyatt left a gift for her. Neil returned from home to be welcomed back by Andrew, and, uh, Jack is wrapping presents, too, while looking at magazines.

Jeff: What kind of magazines?

Chad: *grunt* Doesn't say. Think we can guess, though.

Jeff: Excellent. Blackheart leaves. During the holidays? Has he gone mad? I'm staying right here where the potential dangers are less due to Holiday Exodizing. Dawn returns from Scotland -- was she naked there, too? -- and wonders about tattoos. Sometimes they can really work for a person, you know, depending on how close they are to the--

Turtle: ....Jeeefff....

Chad: I've got tattoos. Two of 'em. See?

Jeff: It's not exactly the same, is it?

Chad: As breast tattoos? No. Not qui--

Turtle: CHAD! Not you, too!

Jeff: Savannah and her harlot exchange Christmas presents. I'm fairly certain that's naughty 'cos it involves the harlot. And apparently the flirtary has moved to the dorms 'cos Peter Pee and Sam are exchanging presents in the room. And Namine and Valentine-- hello, Namine! I'm really sorry about the poultry thing! -- are snuggling. I like snuggling, especially early snuggling. What type of snuggling was it? It's important to differentiate your snuggling. And Bridge makes dinner for Xander. Was there gingerbread? How was it shaped?

SCHOOL

Chad: And it's break. So nothing happened at the school.

Jeff: You don't know. There may have been naked people.

Chad: I hope not. 'Cause then I miss it.

Turtle: THERE WERE NO NAKED PEOPLE AT SCHOOL.

Jeff: There might have been! You can't rule it out!

Chad: Oh. Wait. There was--

Jeff: Naked people! I knew it!

Turtle: Nooooooo!

Chad: Uhhh. No. There were office hours. Barney's. Dawn was there, but I don't think she was naked yet. .... Sorry.

Jeff: ...There's no naked at Constable Fraser's, either. Or if there was, there weren't any women involved, so there may as well not have been. Mister Deadpool furthers the cause of men not being naked by bringing him pants as a present. As does Mister Stinson. Is there something about Constable Fraser that prompts underwear?

Chad: *grunt* Previous incidents with naked? I've had problems with that. Shirtless is okay, but Ted will dump me if I go naked aga--

Turtle: Ohmygawd, Chad, you are worse than Jeff!

Jeff: You've got to be mindful of the nudity treshold.

Turtle: Which we have officially reached! Please tell me there are no more notes left over there.



Jeff: I don't see any, but that may just be the squirrels being withholding again.

Chad: *shuffling papers* Nope. Think we're good, Jeff. So we jus' say good night now?

Jeff: ...Can we hang up now?

Chad: I'll do it. It's my phone. Buenos noches, Fandom, Feliz Navidad, and, uh, happy Hanukkah and Solstice and Kwanzaa and stuff.

*click!*

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