Fandom Radio :: Monday, April 21.

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Turtle: Good evening, Fandom! You're listening to WTFH Radio, and both me and my boyfriend-slash-cohost are here tonight, because Jeff's a little more comfortable with ceilings now, thank goodness.

Jeff: As long as you're here. You're really good at keeping them away a bit.

Turtle: It's the logic, really. But we've been over that. Everyone's going to have to forgive us if we seem a little lethargic for broadcast. It's all the leaning we did. It tends to do that to a person.

Jeff: Especially when Logic's not involved. ...I like leaning, it's a bit like cuddling, isn't it? Except... more... upright.

Turtle: Because we're upright, respectable individuals, Jeff. Let's get to the news!



SCHOOL

Jeff: Sam does his usual bit and opens up the flirtary, which has got more worrying than flirting, really. So it's more of a calmerary, with Dean and Peter making attempts at calming which, really, it's finals. Anything could happen. You could forget your pens, or you could accidentally leave your book in the wrong place, or you could miss important facts and they'll ask you just as you're-- oh my god. --and Dawn comes by to talk about how Helen of Troy is evil and oh my god!

Turtle: DEEP BREATHS, JEFF! You're a smart guy...most of the time....you'll do fine! Mister Deadpool's Criminal Justice class wasn't exactly Mister Deadpool's, as the final was taught by Detective Montoya and Agent Cooper. They had to either use Detective Montoya's meditation technique or Agent Cooper's throwing rocks at a bottle technique to solve a crime. And I know that second one sounds crazy, but I know from personal experience that it works. Don't believe me? Just ask Annette Hargrove.

Jeff: I would but I get a bit tense around Annette.

Turtle: I didn't mean you, Jeff. I meant...just...people. Then Applied Inventrowhosawhutsit had its last day of me butchering its name. They got to show off their final inventrowhosawhutsits, which TA Willow is all sad about, aww. Don't worry, Willow. There will be many more inventrowhosawhutsits in the future. Maybe.

Turtle: And then Choosing your own Government got to play a game for their final. H4X!

Jeff: ...so. Er. Finals. Maths. I think-- well, I'm not sure, what if I placed a comma incorrectly? ...What if by saying that I have caused the comma to respond and move there? Oh my god. They're putting people on trial for exams, now! With opening statements and closing statements and juries and prosecution and a defense and oh my god, Turtle, I need a defense! The exams might get me in the night! What if I get an exam in the night? I haven't studied! I might wake up covered in-- oh, and Billy was there.

Turtle: *facepalm* Anyway, at the office, everyone fell because they were using faulty suction cup shoes. Clearly, they didn't get them at Turtle & Canary.

DORMS

Turtle: Liir was making cheeseburgers today in the third floor common room and my stomach's sort of sad I missed it. Hoshi's stomach did not miss it, though, and didn't notice either that Liir's talking funny or that this squirrel has way too much of a love for bad Internet sp33k, and told him about the seven deadly sins. Hoshi, not the squirrel. And then Mel is sitting very dangerously on the edge of the roof; Sokka came and poked her, which you shouldn't do to people on the edge of roofs. And they talked and were kind of cute and mushy and I can't really ready any more of this because those words matched up with Sokka just make me feel...weird.

Jeff: You can come live in my brain. I don't think about Sokka at all.

Turtle: Jenny's in the lobby selling PROM TICKETS *cough* and Hoshi asked if the prom is just for juniors and seniors, which it is, but underclassmen can go as upperclassmen's dates, ahem...

Jeff: Do you need some water? Are you developing a cough? Maybe you should go see the nurses.

Turtle: ... *sigh* No, not a cold, Jeff. I just find that it's interesting that upperclassmen can still take underclassmen. You know, so if a certain junior was dating a certain sophomore...

Jeff: ...which junior?

Turtle: ....I don't know, Jeff. I can't think of a single junior that's dating a sophomore.... Ugh. Anyway, Ino's trashing her room; I wonder if it has anything to do with what I'm feeling right now, a nice case of Oblivious Male. Liir's there to apologize for missing training on Sunday, but Ino's too busy trashing her room. She's also too busy trashing her room to bother with Annette and Romeo. Psh. Girl needs to take a chill pill. Or maybe therapy. Have you considered therapy?

Jeff: Jack's talking to himself in his room. Sorry, mate, I know it happens, but you know, squirrels, they're everywhere. And then we talk about the-- oh my god. The squirrels know, Turtle.

Turtle: Know what? Of course they know, they're the radio squirrels. They know everything.

Jeff: About the ceilings!

Turtle: Jeff, if they know anything about the ceilings, it's that they won't eat you. Or the floors. So just chill; we have logic on our side, remember? So, anyway, in the second floor common room, Sora's making popcicles the lazy, finger-waggly-magical way. Demyx, who I hope had pants on, comes in the lazy, portal-way, and has some of Sora's pop..cic...le...and that sounded dirtier than I intended.

Jeff: ...

TOWN

Jeff: There's no exams in town! Just things being opened a lot, like the pizza shop, and the church, except there's a cat, which isn't really like an exam, the book shop with Seregil, who's not a cat. I think. I don't really pay attention. Alex who hasn't got any of my children is at the magic shop, and my brother's at his music shop, and then... ... Gunther opens the hotel. And then there's Charlotte in the park! She talks about places with Juli-- Places? oh, places they're from. That makes more sense. And then Namine congratulates her about the gallery. ...What sort of gallery?

Turtle: The art gallery. What other kinds of galler-- wait. Don't answer that. Um. Naomi opened Sparky's and George Michael's at his 'naner stand, which means it's definitely Monday. Apu opened Turtle & Canary, which means Jamie better have a good excuse. Mister Cable, Mister Deadpool, Mister Deadpool's husband, and Ino all arrived back on the island today. Where'd they go? DisneyWorld? If they went to DisneyWorld, I'm gonna be pissed. Romeo opened that way overpriced clothing store and Dōjima brought him lunch, like good significant others do, especially if they're sandwiches, and talked about Dōjima's prom dress color. Hmmmm. Prom dress, huh?

Jeff: ...if that's what the notes say, yeah... why are you looking at me like that?

Turtle: Oh, I don't know. Just thinking about what color I might like a prom dress to be...

Jeff: I'm not very good at colours usually.

Turtle: *sigh* Anyway, turns out Liir is talking in weird grammar, because he went into the expensive clothing place and confused Romeo. Mel, meanwhile, got an overpriced prom dress. You know, we've got a great selection of just as good but cheaper ones at Turtle & Canary, folks. Anyway, Annette opened the Post Office and A.J. came in and they talked about stuff that I'm not going to talk about, ew. Also, Tino's busy behind the bar at Caritas, which sounded dirtier than I intended.

Jeff: There's still no nurses at the clinic, just Millie and Katara. Not that you aren't as good as nurses! Just... nurses. There's got to be some distinction, you know? And then Mister Deadpool returns, looking for a... er... rifle. ...Turtle? D'you think-- that's for the-- exam?

Turtle: Um, I'd hope not. Besides, his class already had their exam, so I'm guessing no.

Jeff: It's Mister Deadpool. You can't tell.

Turtle: That's not....necessarily true...But, um, let's not talk about Mister Deadpool, not unless there are any more notes on him?

Jeff: No more notes.



Turtle: Allright, then, I guess that's it? Say we call that a wrap, go back, do some more leaning?

Jeff: *dorkish snigger* I do enjoy leaning. ...Studying. I mean. Leaning.

Turtle: Me, too. G'night, Fandom, and have a prosperous tomorrow!