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Lydia Bennet ([personal profile] mustbeawitch) wrote in [community profile] fandom_radio2025-02-22 10:50 am

Fandom Radio, Saturday, February 22

Good morning, everyone. This is Miss Lydia Bennet, here with the 'news,' but before we get to whatever the squirrels thought was worth noting from yesterday I'd like to remind those who are going that the school's spring trip begins tomorrow, so if you've any last errands or packing to get to, you might want to get on with that. I have been having some trouble finding a bathing costume, but as I shan't be going into the sea under any circumstances whatsoever, perhaps I needn't bother. Now let's begin, shall we?

We shall start with the school, where Miss Smith taught her So You're New to the Multiverse class about the theory of many worlds, which sounds incredibly complicated. Mr. Stark's Cupcake Wars made tropical-themed cupcakes, and in Potatoes!, Mr. Raiden's students made 'hash browns.'

I've no notes for the dorms, the porg is sad, so forth and so on, along to the town, where at the Trooper Station Detective Watts received a delivery of flowers from Mr. Grant, and then Mr. Grant arrived in the person for luncheon and a discussion of the flowers and their upcoming holiday. Mr. Morningstar was planning a medieval-themed party at The Devil's Nest, albeit with some reservations, whilst at the Magpie Emporium I am pleased to report everything was much more sedate than last week and Sir Graham found himself distracted by a new game. Miss Zarrin passed a pleasant shift at Plant Parenthood, it seems, whilst at Turtle & Canary Mr. Argentum had a bit of difficulty convincing the rest of the staff that he is always there on Fridays. Memories can be such fickle things. At Miss Skywalker's warehouse, she was working quite hard on her training with, shall we say, assistance from the woodchucks, and she was visited by Dean Skywalker, with whom she discussed, ah, the events of the week prior. At Mr. Morningstar's house, Miss Blake welcomed Mr. Crocker for what sounds like it was a lovely supper.

And that, dear listeners, is the last of my notes, so I must bid you farewell and get back to my packing. Expect to hear from me next week if the squirrels can find me in Barbados. I expect they can.