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Pirate Radio, Sunday, February 19
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Marty be visitin' wit' Dean Zordon durin' the Dean's weekend office hours. O' course, if ye be in a tube, I be guessin' it be not like ye can be headin' away fer the weekend. Or at all.
The I-Club be meetin' at Luke's this evenin'. Veronica be wonderin' what Bel be up to. And fer once this be not about if he be datin' Phoebe. Let me be makin' it clear. This pirate be not givin' a good goddamn about that. Angel be givin' an update on Darla. She be in jail, she may or may not be havin' a soul, she still be fairly hot. We be movin' on. Blair 'n Angel be havin' a discussion on sneakiness. Apparently black shoes only be essential fer certain occasions. Now we all be knowin'.
Thar be blowin' up fake targets at Into the Black and shootin' at fake targets at the Gun Club. I be assured that the Gun Club thing be very cool indeed, but I be not a good enough shot wit' a pistol t' try it. That and I be not much o' a joiner.
Roomin'
In the mornin' Allie be sharin' her muffins wit' Blair, Broots 'n Boone in the fourth floor common room. *shuffles papers* That be not a euphemism. Bel be broodin' in his room. In other news, water be wet.
Sam apparently be sleepin' through yesterday. Be not worried, though, Sam. We be havin' no classes tomorrow t' celebrate the Presidents of a country that be not around when I be from. Jumped-up, self-centered colonists they be then. Full o' Puritans. Bah. I be havin' no use fer any o' them.
Peter be sendin' email, Victor be an enormous air-guitar playin' dork, and Marty 'n Angela be in danger o' givin' us all cavities wit' thar sugar. Which be not so safe fer work, apparently.
Thar be all manner o' Olympic watchin'. I would be pointin' out that ice dancin' be one o' the stupidest excuses fer sport I ever be seein' since me friend Jack be gettin' the idea t' swim wit' sharks nekkid. And at least that be entertainin' t' witness. Kara 'n Callynanders be watchin' the Games in the second floor common room, where Molly also be talkin' sports wit' Anders, Lana be watchin' in the fourth floor common room, and Piper be watchin' the Olympics until she be gettin' distracted hearin' about Veronica 'n Logan-who-used-t'be-a-bunny's date. And amazin' sexual-type escapades, fer those o' ye who be keepin' track.
Pippi 'n Pip be workin' out in the gym rather than watchin' sports on television. Macbeth be gone fer the week--we be missin' ye!--and Alphonse be stoppin' by t' talk with Ivanova.
Also in the second floor common room, Cam be lettin' Kara know he be hot 'n available. I be makin' no comment on the first qualifier. Molly be talkin' t' Cam about her not-date wit' Blair 'n the possibility o' maybe havin' a real date sometime in the future. Wit' Blair. Not wit' Cam. Though he be hot 'n available.
Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants be out on a mission. This be not good. Or very, very good, dependin' on yer sense o' humor, I be guessin'. Ohh. What Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants be findin' be turnin' Hamlet into a statue. *snickers* I be lovin' that pink bunny.
Archie be buildin' ships in the first floor lobby. I knew I be likin' ye, Archie. Xander be missin' his clothin'. If ye be seein' them wanderin' through the hallways, and admit it, stranger things be happenin' around here, please be directin' them back t' the fourth floor.
Pip 'n Blair be talkin' in the fifth floor common room about Cam's little talk wit' Blair yesterday. Oh, and Callynanders still be cute. Jes in case ye be worried.
Revelin'
In other things that be not precisely newsworthy, Doctor Lambert be watchin' the sunrise this mornin'. The sun be risin' every mornin', as far as I be aware. Mayhap she be new to this planet?
Giles be eatin' eggs benedict this mornin'. Mmm. Now I be hungry. Orlin be buyin' chocolate at Wonka's. Now I be more more hungry. Victor, Pippi 'n Zhaan be goin' t' Cafe Fina fer omelettes. Now I be really, really hungry. I could go fer some pie.
Deb 'n Carl be leavin' Fandom today. Smooth sailin' t' ye both. Professor Carter be lookin' up t' no good. But she be a fine lookin' wench regardless, so I be not too worried.
Lucas be at Empire Records, Professor Cregg be at the Perk, Agatha be happy at work, and Orlin be not writin' in a journal that he be not havin'. *shuffles papers* That be not makin' any manner o' sense t' me, either. Speakin' o' not makin' any sense, Artie be speakin' t' bugs. Actual bugs. Not the ones that be in no way around town listenin' t' everything ye be sayin'.
Parker 'n Jarod be organizin' a movie night at the Sin. I be most disappointed t' learn it be not the kind o' movies ye'd expect them t' be showin' at the Sin. Jaye be not killed by Miho--Miho, I be owin' ye one--and Angela 'n Cam be figgerin' out that the Sin be a brothel. Be it needin' t' be up in lights fer ye? Be it not already on the sign out front, actually? Cam be figurin' it out fairly quickly, though, and Jaye be payin' t' smack his ass. No, I be not makin' that up. Rory 'n Anakin be thar as well. I be not sure either one o' them be able t' let thar hair down enough t' enjoy a brothel. Actually, I be thinking it be better that Anakin never be lettin' his hair down. It be strange enough in that ponytail-braid thing. God alone be knowing what that be lookin' like down. Crichton be thar, too, and Becky be havin' t' deal wit' all of them. I'd be lookin' fer the booze, too, wench.
They be watchin' Perish Difficultly. I would be sayin' that Jarod 'n Parker be flirtin' but I be likin' me head attached t' me body, thank ye ever so much. Rory 'n Jaye be teasin' each other, and Rory be gettin' punished wit' germs from the semen couch. I be not askin'. I be not. I could also be askin' about photographs of Parker dressed as a cowgirl when she were just a little wench, but I be referrin' ye back t' the bit where I be likin' me head. Then they be movin' on t' watchin' the Princess Bride, which be about the Dread Pirate Roberts and therefore be a wonderful movie. Cameron be not up fer a movie about true love, despite the swordfightin' and murders, so he be leavin' early. He also be huggin' Parker and be not killed, so good fer ye, Cameron.
That be all from the Crow's Nest. Keep yer eye out fer Matey-wit'-the-Hat, and have a good night!
likeguidelines bringin' ye the highs 'n lows o' life here in Fandom.Readin', Writin', 'Rithametic
Marty be visitin' wit' Dean Zordon durin' the Dean's weekend office hours. O' course, if ye be in a tube, I be guessin' it be not like ye can be headin' away fer the weekend. Or at all.
The I-Club be meetin' at Luke's this evenin'. Veronica be wonderin' what Bel be up to. And fer once this be not about if he be datin' Phoebe. Let me be makin' it clear. This pirate be not givin' a good goddamn about that. Angel be givin' an update on Darla. She be in jail, she may or may not be havin' a soul, she still be fairly hot. We be movin' on. Blair 'n Angel be havin' a discussion on sneakiness. Apparently black shoes only be essential fer certain occasions. Now we all be knowin'.
Thar be blowin' up fake targets at Into the Black and shootin' at fake targets at the Gun Club. I be assured that the Gun Club thing be very cool indeed, but I be not a good enough shot wit' a pistol t' try it. That and I be not much o' a joiner.
Roomin'
In the mornin' Allie be sharin' her muffins wit' Blair, Broots 'n Boone in the fourth floor common room. *shuffles papers* That be not a euphemism. Bel be broodin' in his room. In other news, water be wet.
Sam apparently be sleepin' through yesterday. Be not worried, though, Sam. We be havin' no classes tomorrow t' celebrate the Presidents of a country that be not around when I be from. Jumped-up, self-centered colonists they be then. Full o' Puritans. Bah. I be havin' no use fer any o' them.
Peter be sendin' email, Victor be an enormous air-guitar playin' dork, and Marty 'n Angela be in danger o' givin' us all cavities wit' thar sugar. Which be not so safe fer work, apparently.
Thar be all manner o' Olympic watchin'. I would be pointin' out that ice dancin' be one o' the stupidest excuses fer sport I ever be seein' since me friend Jack be gettin' the idea t' swim wit' sharks nekkid. And at least that be entertainin' t' witness. Kara 'n Callynanders be watchin' the Games in the second floor common room, where Molly also be talkin' sports wit' Anders, Lana be watchin' in the fourth floor common room, and Piper be watchin' the Olympics until she be gettin' distracted hearin' about Veronica 'n Logan-who-used-t'be-a-bunny's date. And amazin' sexual-type escapades, fer those o' ye who be keepin' track.
Pippi 'n Pip be workin' out in the gym rather than watchin' sports on television. Macbeth be gone fer the week--we be missin' ye!--and Alphonse be stoppin' by t' talk with Ivanova.
Also in the second floor common room, Cam be lettin' Kara know he be hot 'n available. I be makin' no comment on the first qualifier. Molly be talkin' t' Cam about her not-date wit' Blair 'n the possibility o' maybe havin' a real date sometime in the future. Wit' Blair. Not wit' Cam. Though he be hot 'n available.
Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants be out on a mission. This be not good. Or very, very good, dependin' on yer sense o' humor, I be guessin'. Ohh. What Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants be findin' be turnin' Hamlet into a statue. *snickers* I be lovin' that pink bunny.
Archie be buildin' ships in the first floor lobby. I knew I be likin' ye, Archie. Xander be missin' his clothin'. If ye be seein' them wanderin' through the hallways, and admit it, stranger things be happenin' around here, please be directin' them back t' the fourth floor.
Pip 'n Blair be talkin' in the fifth floor common room about Cam's little talk wit' Blair yesterday. Oh, and Callynanders still be cute. Jes in case ye be worried.
Revelin'
In other things that be not precisely newsworthy, Doctor Lambert be watchin' the sunrise this mornin'. The sun be risin' every mornin', as far as I be aware. Mayhap she be new to this planet?
Giles be eatin' eggs benedict this mornin'. Mmm. Now I be hungry. Orlin be buyin' chocolate at Wonka's. Now I be more more hungry. Victor, Pippi 'n Zhaan be goin' t' Cafe Fina fer omelettes. Now I be really, really hungry. I could go fer some pie.
Deb 'n Carl be leavin' Fandom today. Smooth sailin' t' ye both. Professor Carter be lookin' up t' no good. But she be a fine lookin' wench regardless, so I be not too worried.
Lucas be at Empire Records, Professor Cregg be at the Perk, Agatha be happy at work, and Orlin be not writin' in a journal that he be not havin'. *shuffles papers* That be not makin' any manner o' sense t' me, either. Speakin' o' not makin' any sense, Artie be speakin' t' bugs. Actual bugs. Not the ones that be in no way around town listenin' t' everything ye be sayin'.
Parker 'n Jarod be organizin' a movie night at the Sin. I be most disappointed t' learn it be not the kind o' movies ye'd expect them t' be showin' at the Sin. Jaye be not killed by Miho--Miho, I be owin' ye one--and Angela 'n Cam be figgerin' out that the Sin be a brothel. Be it needin' t' be up in lights fer ye? Be it not already on the sign out front, actually? Cam be figurin' it out fairly quickly, though, and Jaye be payin' t' smack his ass. No, I be not makin' that up. Rory 'n Anakin be thar as well. I be not sure either one o' them be able t' let thar hair down enough t' enjoy a brothel. Actually, I be thinking it be better that Anakin never be lettin' his hair down. It be strange enough in that ponytail-braid thing. God alone be knowing what that be lookin' like down. Crichton be thar, too, and Becky be havin' t' deal wit' all of them. I'd be lookin' fer the booze, too, wench.
They be watchin' Perish Difficultly. I would be sayin' that Jarod 'n Parker be flirtin' but I be likin' me head attached t' me body, thank ye ever so much. Rory 'n Jaye be teasin' each other, and Rory be gettin' punished wit' germs from the semen couch. I be not askin'. I be not. I could also be askin' about photographs of Parker dressed as a cowgirl when she were just a little wench, but I be referrin' ye back t' the bit where I be likin' me head. Then they be movin' on t' watchin' the Princess Bride, which be about the Dread Pirate Roberts and therefore be a wonderful movie. Cameron be not up fer a movie about true love, despite the swordfightin' and murders, so he be leavin' early. He also be huggin' Parker and be not killed, so good fer ye, Cameron.
That be all from the Crow's Nest. Keep yer eye out fer Matey-wit'-the-Hat, and have a good night!
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After she's done burning her clothes.
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Cordy makes a mental note to avoid him in the halls from now on. Um, for real. Uh huh.
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Or he will, once he stops MUDding long enough to listen to the audio feed of Barbossa's broadcast.
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She is also rather desperately hoping that Jarod keeps up his streak of not listening to the radio. Plsthxbydie.
[you rock and rock, and I can't believe you left the bit about the couch in. Heee!]