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fandom_radio2026-02-24 02:09 am
deathsmajesty) wrote in fandom_radio2026-02-24 02:09 am
Fandom Radio, Tuesday, February 24th
...Why are you rodents in my room waking me up?
*chittering*
You're on the wrong boat? I don't understand why this is my problem. If the little radio girl is on another boat, then simply go to the other boat.
*chittering*
You don't want to carry all the equipment over? Well, I didn't want to be woken up before noon, and yet, here we both are, disappointed. However, I will be walking out of here alive and under my own power. The window of opportunity that you will be able to do the same is closing rapidly.
*panicked squealing and the sound of little paws dashing out of the room.*
No, wait, you left the bloody--ugh. Fine. There don't seem to be too many notes and perhaps by the time I'm done, Ignis will have returned with breakfast and a mimosa. And will take a moment to place his knives a little more conspicuously.
Anyway, darlings, as you can guess, it is I, Liliana Vess, reading out the notes several bedraggled squirrels left in my cabin. There had better be some interesting gossip in this or I will have a new pair of fur gloves when we return to the island and winter.
Obviously, there is neither School nor Dorms notes, as everybody eligible has taken up the School's offer to remove us from the chilly perdition that is the island in February. Nor is anything happening in Town, though that might simply be because there are no squirrels remaining on the island to report any of it. There are, of course, notes from our Trip.
*rustling pages*
None of these notes are salacious at all. Honestly, most of you are a bunch of young adults on vacation in tropical paradise. Live a little, gods. Urza's eyes is youth is wasted on the young.
Anyway, we woke up on one pretty little beach and set sail for another one, I doubt any of you speak enough Greek to appreciate the difference between one and the other. Tch, Γίνε καλά, αυτό είναι σχολείο, έτσι δεν είναι? Over on the Poseidon, Henry of Skalitz was threatening to be ill and he's lucky he's on a different boat. Flint responded in much the same way I just did, though sadly could only demand the sanctity of his half of the room. Oof, that's dreadful, darling, you have just no luck when it comes to rooming on these things, do you? Sairis was also feeling ill, though on the beach, and Caleb suggested a medicine he could take. Sairis, I know for a fact you are on my boat, so let me be very clear when I say don't you dare. Rey and Stark were actually enjoying their breakfast on the beach, which does sound lovely, save for the unfortunate time it was taking place.
There was some exploration of Ναός Αφαίας, with Caleb, Kitty, and Steph exploring the ruins. Later, Caleb also did some exploring of cave churches--darling, neither caves nor churches have ever boded well for anybody, never mind when you combine them. You should have spent the evening drinking and dancing like the rest of us. Kitty managed to drag Clint out onto the floor, while Stark took photos and Steve enjoyed his ouza. I can only assume 'enjoyed' was written in a sarcastic font.
Anyway, that is the last of them, thank Gaea. I am going back to sleep until a civilized hour, so ta, Fandom. If no one else is accosted by squirrels this week, I had nothing to do with it.
...And also, you're welcome.
*chittering*
You're on the wrong boat? I don't understand why this is my problem. If the little radio girl is on another boat, then simply go to the other boat.
*chittering*
You don't want to carry all the equipment over? Well, I didn't want to be woken up before noon, and yet, here we both are, disappointed. However, I will be walking out of here alive and under my own power. The window of opportunity that you will be able to do the same is closing rapidly.
*panicked squealing and the sound of little paws dashing out of the room.*
No, wait, you left the bloody--ugh. Fine. There don't seem to be too many notes and perhaps by the time I'm done, Ignis will have returned with breakfast and a mimosa. And will take a moment to place his knives a little more conspicuously.
Anyway, darlings, as you can guess, it is I, Liliana Vess, reading out the notes several bedraggled squirrels left in my cabin. There had better be some interesting gossip in this or I will have a new pair of fur gloves when we return to the island and winter.
Obviously, there is neither School nor Dorms notes, as everybody eligible has taken up the School's offer to remove us from the chilly perdition that is the island in February. Nor is anything happening in Town, though that might simply be because there are no squirrels remaining on the island to report any of it. There are, of course, notes from our Trip.
*rustling pages*
None of these notes are salacious at all. Honestly, most of you are a bunch of young adults on vacation in tropical paradise. Live a little, gods. Urza's eyes is youth is wasted on the young.
Anyway, we woke up on one pretty little beach and set sail for another one, I doubt any of you speak enough Greek to appreciate the difference between one and the other. Tch, Γίνε καλά, αυτό είναι σχολείο, έτσι δεν είναι? Over on the Poseidon, Henry of Skalitz was threatening to be ill and he's lucky he's on a different boat. Flint responded in much the same way I just did, though sadly could only demand the sanctity of his half of the room. Oof, that's dreadful, darling, you have just no luck when it comes to rooming on these things, do you? Sairis was also feeling ill, though on the beach, and Caleb suggested a medicine he could take. Sairis, I know for a fact you are on my boat, so let me be very clear when I say don't you dare. Rey and Stark were actually enjoying their breakfast on the beach, which does sound lovely, save for the unfortunate time it was taking place.
There was some exploration of Ναός Αφαίας, with Caleb, Kitty, and Steph exploring the ruins. Later, Caleb also did some exploring of cave churches--darling, neither caves nor churches have ever boded well for anybody, never mind when you combine them. You should have spent the evening drinking and dancing like the rest of us. Kitty managed to drag Clint out onto the floor, while Stark took photos and Steve enjoyed his ouza. I can only assume 'enjoyed' was written in a sarcastic font.
Anyway, that is the last of them, thank Gaea. I am going back to sleep until a civilized hour, so ta, Fandom. If no one else is accosted by squirrels this week, I had nothing to do with it.
...And also, you're welcome.