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Fandom Radio, Sunday, February 26, 2006
"Good evening, Fandom. Professor Ms. Rita Skeeter here, bringing you the few highs and many, many lows of the day, because you're all a melodramatic bunch.
In the dorms, where all boys and girls should be sleeping and not throwing melodramatic hissyfits.
Pippi listens to loud, emotional music in her room, as you teenagers are wont to do. Your lives are so difficult, after all. Liz proves this further by having a bad dream, poor thing. And Peter sends messages, which are not angst-ridden so it doesn't fit with the theme, but I'm required to report these things, you know.
Jaye and Cameron have a morning after talk, oh my. Not so much with the woe, but I'm sure that this will somehow upset someone else, given how people think the world revolves around them.
Angel broods, because he apparently got the memo about today. Unlike Chloe and Veronica, who go into town to see someone named after an insect, or something. Bizarre girls, those two. Whoever heard of an insect intelligent enough to communicate?
Little Miss Backtalky gets flowers. Perhaps these flowers are some sort of an apology from a lover of some sort. That seems to be going around today, after all.
Shep and Bel talk about their girlfriends and best pals in the gym, probably in some sort of overly-drawn out and desperately pathetic teenage way. Allie and Mac meet and talk amongst tortillas and muffins. Are they tortillas of angst and muffins of woe? Because, again, working with a theme today.
This morning, Anders made cupcakes...of sadness? Blair offered some sort of moral support before heading into town. Victor and Anders have some sort of incredibly secret chat. What is it, boys? National security? Sex advice? Or just some sort of idiotic day-to-day trial in the life of teenage boys? The world may never know. Cally demonstrates how toasters hate her, because the world is just that much conspired against you all, yes, and she and Anders prove as much, as they embark on a journey of self-serving woe that I honestly can't follow. Well. I probably could if I gave two Knuts. But I don't.
CJ unpacks, undoubtedly in a desperately sad fashion, and Shep skateboards into her. I shan't ask what the bloody hell a skateboard is. I've learned it's best not to. Archie writes a letter that I'll just assume is full of sorrow, and Walter and Victor have one of Those Talks. Which, while not sad, is dramatic and thus can be included without disclaimer.
And Alphonse plays with himself, which just sounds naughty.
In the gym, Angel gives Lyta a lesson on vampires, and then Blair dons a helmet to prepare for his dealings with Angel. Perhaps helmets deflect sadness and woe. I can only hope. And if so, please tell me where I might procure one, since today was undoubtedly the angstiest day I've encountered since coming to Fandom.
However, in vaguely not-tragic news, Callistie plays with a puppy, aww. And Kara and Anders spar, though I suppose that could certainly be a genuine cause for upset, rather than this ridicuously self-indulgent drama that you all seem to enjoy so very much.
And Parker does girly things with Isabel whilst being thoughtful, and then talks to Zero about some sort of mistake, or something. Again, such trials and tribulations. Also, Zero's bird seems to enjoy saying somewhat creepy things.
Phoebe talks to Angel about Belthazor and his various issues with codependancy and inability to let things go, and then they both confront him. It's all very poignant, though I rather like the random aspect of asking Piper to explode a knife. Fun for everyone, that.
In the second floor common room, Molly thinks that Jaye is obsessed with sex, Blair feeds twinkies to some sort of metal creature and then talks to Jaye about dating. And then Isabel bounces. Literally. These people - Blair, Isabel, Jaye and Molly. They seem to be immune to the utter angst. For that, I adore you all, and I have never met you.
Perhaps I spoke too, soon, though, as Rory, who is evidently desperately filled to the brim with unhappiness, asks Jaye about Cameron and this seems to spark confusion at the least. Rory then tells Parker that...what's this? Anakin's left? Oh, no. How very sad. In any case, this seems to be so very heartbreaking that they must take it out to the hallway. Once she returns, Rory deigns to allow Peter to interview her for my class. What a darling boy, working on his homework on a Sunday. Well done, Mr. Parker.
For some reason, there is a great deal of tension surrounding Kara and Parker. Probably some deep anguish of some sort. One looked at the other's boyfriend or stole her hair products or ate her cookie or something. You know. One of those tragic, life-ending things. Speaking of which, Cally is looking for a bed, since she's too sad to sleep in her own room. Or something. Again, I don't care. And Bridge, for some reason, has a dog attached to his shoulder for a bit.
Additionally, in the news of deep sadness, forlornness, heartbreak and melancholy, Cally leaves Anders a note, then unleashes her angst on Callistie, who is kind enough to share room to bunk during this crisis. Anders, on the other hand, cries himself to sleep. Oh, get over it. You people are pathetic.
In the town of minimal excitement, where people at least seem to be more upbeat...
Tommy sets new clinic rules and talks to Little MissBacktalky, who has pushily decided she shall be a clinic aide, or some other such idiocy.
That insect person mentioned earlier asks Chloe out. Why, Ms. Sullivan. I had thought you were normal. Ish.
Giles makes tea, Agatha spends the day hard at work, and Jarod makes a call to an old friend.
At the hotel, brunch is served. And at the theater, Cameron and Jaye get it on. Oh, I'm sorry. My notes were smudged. It seems they just talk. But with those two, it could go either way, really.
Dr. Troy is forced to deal with one of those odd mechanical things, and tragically, Caritas is closed.
And finally, in the clinic, Granny Weatherwax has a spot of confusion over the television - it's very strange, I know. My sympathies, ma'am - and Stark is all alone.
And that's it, tonight. Have fun crying into your pillows, listening to your dysphoric music with sophomoric lyrics, and generally believing the world is out to get you, boys and girls.
And also? John Crichton shoud most definitely anticipate being a jockstrap sometime in the near future. Goodnight, all!"
In the dorms, where all boys and girls should be sleeping and not throwing melodramatic hissyfits.
Pippi listens to loud, emotional music in her room, as you teenagers are wont to do. Your lives are so difficult, after all. Liz proves this further by having a bad dream, poor thing. And Peter sends messages, which are not angst-ridden so it doesn't fit with the theme, but I'm required to report these things, you know.
Jaye and Cameron have a morning after talk, oh my. Not so much with the woe, but I'm sure that this will somehow upset someone else, given how people think the world revolves around them.
Angel broods, because he apparently got the memo about today. Unlike Chloe and Veronica, who go into town to see someone named after an insect, or something. Bizarre girls, those two. Whoever heard of an insect intelligent enough to communicate?
Little Miss Backtalky gets flowers. Perhaps these flowers are some sort of an apology from a lover of some sort. That seems to be going around today, after all.
Shep and Bel talk about their girlfriends and best pals in the gym, probably in some sort of overly-drawn out and desperately pathetic teenage way. Allie and Mac meet and talk amongst tortillas and muffins. Are they tortillas of angst and muffins of woe? Because, again, working with a theme today.
This morning, Anders made cupcakes...of sadness? Blair offered some sort of moral support before heading into town. Victor and Anders have some sort of incredibly secret chat. What is it, boys? National security? Sex advice? Or just some sort of idiotic day-to-day trial in the life of teenage boys? The world may never know. Cally demonstrates how toasters hate her, because the world is just that much conspired against you all, yes, and she and Anders prove as much, as they embark on a journey of self-serving woe that I honestly can't follow. Well. I probably could if I gave two Knuts. But I don't.
CJ unpacks, undoubtedly in a desperately sad fashion, and Shep skateboards into her. I shan't ask what the bloody hell a skateboard is. I've learned it's best not to. Archie writes a letter that I'll just assume is full of sorrow, and Walter and Victor have one of Those Talks. Which, while not sad, is dramatic and thus can be included without disclaimer.
And Alphonse plays with himself, which just sounds naughty.
In the gym, Angel gives Lyta a lesson on vampires, and then Blair dons a helmet to prepare for his dealings with Angel. Perhaps helmets deflect sadness and woe. I can only hope. And if so, please tell me where I might procure one, since today was undoubtedly the angstiest day I've encountered since coming to Fandom.
However, in vaguely not-tragic news, Callistie plays with a puppy, aww. And Kara and Anders spar, though I suppose that could certainly be a genuine cause for upset, rather than this ridicuously self-indulgent drama that you all seem to enjoy so very much.
And Parker does girly things with Isabel whilst being thoughtful, and then talks to Zero about some sort of mistake, or something. Again, such trials and tribulations. Also, Zero's bird seems to enjoy saying somewhat creepy things.
Phoebe talks to Angel about Belthazor and his various issues with codependancy and inability to let things go, and then they both confront him. It's all very poignant, though I rather like the random aspect of asking Piper to explode a knife. Fun for everyone, that.
In the second floor common room, Molly thinks that Jaye is obsessed with sex, Blair feeds twinkies to some sort of metal creature and then talks to Jaye about dating. And then Isabel bounces. Literally. These people - Blair, Isabel, Jaye and Molly. They seem to be immune to the utter angst. For that, I adore you all, and I have never met you.
Perhaps I spoke too, soon, though, as Rory, who is evidently desperately filled to the brim with unhappiness, asks Jaye about Cameron and this seems to spark confusion at the least. Rory then tells Parker that...what's this? Anakin's left? Oh, no. How very sad. In any case, this seems to be so very heartbreaking that they must take it out to the hallway. Once she returns, Rory deigns to allow Peter to interview her for my class. What a darling boy, working on his homework on a Sunday. Well done, Mr. Parker.
For some reason, there is a great deal of tension surrounding Kara and Parker. Probably some deep anguish of some sort. One looked at the other's boyfriend or stole her hair products or ate her cookie or something. You know. One of those tragic, life-ending things. Speaking of which, Cally is looking for a bed, since she's too sad to sleep in her own room. Or something. Again, I don't care. And Bridge, for some reason, has a dog attached to his shoulder for a bit.
Additionally, in the news of deep sadness, forlornness, heartbreak and melancholy, Cally leaves Anders a note, then unleashes her angst on Callistie, who is kind enough to share room to bunk during this crisis. Anders, on the other hand, cries himself to sleep. Oh, get over it. You people are pathetic.
In the town of minimal excitement, where people at least seem to be more upbeat...
Tommy sets new clinic rules and talks to Little MissBacktalky, who has pushily decided she shall be a clinic aide, or some other such idiocy.
That insect person mentioned earlier asks Chloe out. Why, Ms. Sullivan. I had thought you were normal. Ish.
Giles makes tea, Agatha spends the day hard at work, and Jarod makes a call to an old friend.
At the hotel, brunch is served. And at the theater, Cameron and Jaye get it on. Oh, I'm sorry. My notes were smudged. It seems they just talk. But with those two, it could go either way, really.
Dr. Troy is forced to deal with one of those odd mechanical things, and tragically, Caritas is closed.
And finally, in the clinic, Granny Weatherwax has a spot of confusion over the television - it's very strange, I know. My sympathies, ma'am - and Stark is all alone.
And that's it, tonight. Have fun crying into your pillows, listening to your dysphoric music with sophomoric lyrics, and generally believing the world is out to get you, boys and girls.
And also? John Crichton shoud most definitely anticipate being a jockstrap sometime in the near future. Goodnight, all!"
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...which is probably for the best, as that amount of mockery might have caused Cally to do her Jack Ruby impression.
...that one isn't so funny as her drunken Rover impression.
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Otherwise there might have been an incident involving Professor Skeeter's place of residence, a cigarette, a clothespin, and things going 'splodey.
Which would really have sucked for Professor Logan, Doctor Oliver, and Autolycus.
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Which is a total lie. And she realizes that.
"Nevermind," she apologizes.
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*sporfle*