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Acting Pirate Radio, March 14
Hello and good -- I mean, ahoy there, Fandom! This is Acting Pirate Archie Kennedy coming to you from the Crow's Nest II with a jug of rum and a rather sore neck, but sadly no buxom wenches. Nor any strapping young lads, for that matter. Woe is me.
Schooling
With apologies to you poor sods whose week began yesterday, I didn't have class until this morning. But Advanced Criminal Justice, with its discussion about superheroes, certainly started off my first day back to classes with a bang. I still don't see the practicality in that odd stretchy fabric, though it occurs to me that such a statement could be hypocritical coming from someone expected to wear a broad-brimmed uniform hat in high winds. But at least I avoided the randomly appearing sections of disco dance floor that we were warned about in today's announcements.
Moving on to "please don't ask me to explain that" territory, the Equilibrium Constant was discussed in Chemistry, Sociology of Sex Cultures gave presentations on which I have no information and therefore can only hope did not involve demonstrations, Business Law and HR Management learned about intellectual property and OSHA respectively, and History of Art was once again subjected to the demented nun. Studio Art and Political Campaigning -- today covered by Logan Echolls in place of Angel in place of Professor Lyman -- also watched movies, though they were spared the demented nun. Lucky them.
In Professor Dream's language classes today, Classics began their study of Latin while Foreign Literature wrote haikus, which apparently infected half the student body today, and oh, for the love of God. You cannot make me. I will not speak in haiku. I simply refuse.
Robert Burns didn't write haiku, I feel compelled to point out, and he was the topic of today's Poetry class. We learned about the Byzantine Empire in Western Civilisation today and no I did not fall asleep unlike some people, while History of Medieval England studied Edward I. Not to be confused with Edward Elric. Storytelling was the order of the day in Arthurian Traditions; I wasn't aware spring break was an Arthurian tradition, particularly with some of the tales of debauchery I've heard about people's breaks. Speaking of breaks, nobody as far as I know broke anything during General Physical Conditioning today.
The library continues to be a den of iniquity, especially considering Angela's conversation with Zero about matters including Zero's time spent in prison over the break. I hope it was at least nicer than my prison experience. Angela also spoke with Parker, though psychic skills or the lack thereof were the subject matter instead of incarceration. Is that supposed to be more cheerful? Angela being cute with Marty, as my notes say, was certainly more cheerful, and I'm sure Molly was cheered by Angela's assistance with understanding Shakespeare.
And finally, the part of Tuesday night radio I know you all wait for, because honestly, who doesn't: what has John Crichton the Menagerie Man added to his resume today? You'd think, with a midterm in Advanced Journalism, he could have given his ambitions a rest for one day, but perhaps his classmates will get extra credit for doing articles on his attempted arrest of Professor Skeeter and the resultant conversation about handcuffs and spice, or the unholy bastard offspring of a mangy cur and a wharf-rat that he was turned into today. Honestly. Dear God, that thing is hideous, and its name sounds like that ungodly noise the Dean's mechanical servant makes. How . . . fitting. As John Crichton is fitting -- into Professor Skeeter's lap that is. Rather well. Apparently there was cuddling.
Happenings in the Wardroom and the Chain of Command
Folks, I can't tell you what was served in the mess hall today. All I know is that there were more damnable haiku there.
Professors Gilmore-Danes and Grissom chatted during office hours today, and Marty visited Principal Washburn. Jake opened the TA lounge, but it was rather quiet there.
Oh, but let's take a moment to bid pleasant voyage to Doctor Carter, who took her leave of us today. Best of luck to you in future endeavors, Doctor.
In the Crew Berths, and Despatches from Sickbay
The recent storm of activity around the clinic appears to have abated, and that can only be a good thing; today at the FTEC, Nadia dropped by during the day shift, and Doctor Lambert's evening shift was entirely uneventful. Also very quiet today was the school infirmary.
In the fourth floor common room, Molly and Blair rehearsed for the play, with much talk of bosoms and swords, and -- look, I can't help it if I read that in a dirty way, all right? It's Shakespeare, for God's sake. What else could it possibly be? Down in the lobby, Xander had an encounter with Constable Fraser and, it's worth mentioning, Diefenbaker the wolf as well; Professor the Tick recruited our intrepid Constable as a guest speaker for ACJ.
Up in the East Attic, where I should make a visit again sometime and not just for the cookies, honestly, Veronica was visited by Marty, a haiku-ing Nadia. In his pink room, Peter Parker pondered and for God's sake I'm too lazy to put more effort into the alliteration tonight. Cope.
*rustles papers* What in the hell? Oh, I'll be . . . who wrote these notes? In the neverending circus that is room 238, Jake dropped by and made sketches of Angel, who also cuddled with Callisto, and was unfortunately informed by Janet that, er, cuddling should be about the extent of such activities for the time being. Good god, Angel, you're going to need a majordomo to announce your visitors soon, as you had a whole parade of them: Veronica, Angela, Logan, Parker, and Rory and Vladdie came by as well.
Phoebe and Bel snuggled and had a slightly more serious conversation, and oh, by the way, thank you for the chocolates, Phoebe, they're wonderful. Nadia, er, woke up sore, Janet had quiet reading time, Walter and Pippi and a whatever-the-hell-a-bot-is spoke in more of those damned haiku, Molly made fun of Cameron and his superhero costume ambitions, Sharon said strange words to her plant, and John and Aeryn exchanged many, many words about their relationship and the ungodly creature whose shape John temporarily assumed.
And of course, there was the second floor common room, which would have been a perfectly nice place for Callisto to prepare for the play until all you uncouth people invaded it. Yes, I'm talking to you, Xander, Cadet Carson, Peter who was extremely happy today, Rory who shouldn't hate Tuesdays, Samuel who shouldn't go around telling people his girlfriend hasn't been feeling well the past couple of mornings, Jaye who doesn't even live on that floor, and Parker in her pajamas. Stop being so damned sociable, will you?
On Shore Leave
MORE BLASTED HAIKU, good God, this time at Empire Records from Marty, Nadia, and Mister Giles. And at the park as well, from Nadia and Kiki. And at All and Sundries too, this time from Edmund and, because I know you're not surprised, Nadia. Also at All and Sundries, Angela came in with quite the shopping list, Pippi was in search of lumber, and Doctor Grissom made a rather nauseating special order. In bulk.
At Aereopagitica, Mister Giles and Professor Calendar arranged for a date, and the lovely Miss Parker came looking for books. Boone and Allie had an evening on the town of a slightly more colorful variety, encountering Jay and Silent Bob outside the Kwik Stop -- where else? -- before dining at Luke's.
At Sparky Repairs, Agatha was reading, while Jarod received a phone call at the Fourth Sin. At the Mauvaise Chance Apartments, and there's an ill-omened name for a building if I ever heard one, Orlin was tinkering away at Professor Camulus's place.
And folks, that appears to be all the news in our fair town for the night. I'm off in search of my bed as it's too late to go in search of anything more exciting at this hour. So yo ho, yo ho, this is Acting Pirate Kennedy departing the airwaves with all sail set, wishing you all a, er . . . jolly massacre or some such, and good night.
Schooling
With apologies to you poor sods whose week began yesterday, I didn't have class until this morning. But Advanced Criminal Justice, with its discussion about superheroes, certainly started off my first day back to classes with a bang. I still don't see the practicality in that odd stretchy fabric, though it occurs to me that such a statement could be hypocritical coming from someone expected to wear a broad-brimmed uniform hat in high winds. But at least I avoided the randomly appearing sections of disco dance floor that we were warned about in today's announcements.
Moving on to "please don't ask me to explain that" territory, the Equilibrium Constant was discussed in Chemistry, Sociology of Sex Cultures gave presentations on which I have no information and therefore can only hope did not involve demonstrations, Business Law and HR Management learned about intellectual property and OSHA respectively, and History of Art was once again subjected to the demented nun. Studio Art and Political Campaigning -- today covered by Logan Echolls in place of Angel in place of Professor Lyman -- also watched movies, though they were spared the demented nun. Lucky them.
In Professor Dream's language classes today, Classics began their study of Latin while Foreign Literature wrote haikus, which apparently infected half the student body today, and oh, for the love of God. You cannot make me. I will not speak in haiku. I simply refuse.
Robert Burns didn't write haiku, I feel compelled to point out, and he was the topic of today's Poetry class. We learned about the Byzantine Empire in Western Civilisation today and no I did not fall asleep unlike some people, while History of Medieval England studied Edward I. Not to be confused with Edward Elric. Storytelling was the order of the day in Arthurian Traditions; I wasn't aware spring break was an Arthurian tradition, particularly with some of the tales of debauchery I've heard about people's breaks. Speaking of breaks, nobody as far as I know broke anything during General Physical Conditioning today.
The library continues to be a den of iniquity, especially considering Angela's conversation with Zero about matters including Zero's time spent in prison over the break. I hope it was at least nicer than my prison experience. Angela also spoke with Parker, though psychic skills or the lack thereof were the subject matter instead of incarceration. Is that supposed to be more cheerful? Angela being cute with Marty, as my notes say, was certainly more cheerful, and I'm sure Molly was cheered by Angela's assistance with understanding Shakespeare.
And finally, the part of Tuesday night radio I know you all wait for, because honestly, who doesn't: what has John Crichton the Menagerie Man added to his resume today? You'd think, with a midterm in Advanced Journalism, he could have given his ambitions a rest for one day, but perhaps his classmates will get extra credit for doing articles on his attempted arrest of Professor Skeeter and the resultant conversation about handcuffs and spice, or the unholy bastard offspring of a mangy cur and a wharf-rat that he was turned into today. Honestly. Dear God, that thing is hideous, and its name sounds like that ungodly noise the Dean's mechanical servant makes. How . . . fitting. As John Crichton is fitting -- into Professor Skeeter's lap that is. Rather well. Apparently there was cuddling.
Happenings in the Wardroom and the Chain of Command
Folks, I can't tell you what was served in the mess hall today. All I know is that there were more damnable haiku there.
Professors Gilmore-Danes and Grissom chatted during office hours today, and Marty visited Principal Washburn. Jake opened the TA lounge, but it was rather quiet there.
Oh, but let's take a moment to bid pleasant voyage to Doctor Carter, who took her leave of us today. Best of luck to you in future endeavors, Doctor.
In the Crew Berths, and Despatches from Sickbay
The recent storm of activity around the clinic appears to have abated, and that can only be a good thing; today at the FTEC, Nadia dropped by during the day shift, and Doctor Lambert's evening shift was entirely uneventful. Also very quiet today was the school infirmary.
In the fourth floor common room, Molly and Blair rehearsed for the play, with much talk of bosoms and swords, and -- look, I can't help it if I read that in a dirty way, all right? It's Shakespeare, for God's sake. What else could it possibly be? Down in the lobby, Xander had an encounter with Constable Fraser and, it's worth mentioning, Diefenbaker the wolf as well; Professor the Tick recruited our intrepid Constable as a guest speaker for ACJ.
Up in the East Attic, where I should make a visit again sometime and not just for the cookies, honestly, Veronica was visited by Marty, a haiku-ing Nadia. In his pink room, Peter Parker pondered and for God's sake I'm too lazy to put more effort into the alliteration tonight. Cope.
*rustles papers* What in the hell? Oh, I'll be . . . who wrote these notes? In the neverending circus that is room 238, Jake dropped by and made sketches of Angel, who also cuddled with Callisto, and was unfortunately informed by Janet that, er, cuddling should be about the extent of such activities for the time being. Good god, Angel, you're going to need a majordomo to announce your visitors soon, as you had a whole parade of them: Veronica, Angela, Logan, Parker, and Rory and Vladdie came by as well.
Phoebe and Bel snuggled and had a slightly more serious conversation, and oh, by the way, thank you for the chocolates, Phoebe, they're wonderful. Nadia, er, woke up sore, Janet had quiet reading time, Walter and Pippi and a whatever-the-hell-a-bot-is spoke in more of those damned haiku, Molly made fun of Cameron and his superhero costume ambitions, Sharon said strange words to her plant, and John and Aeryn exchanged many, many words about their relationship and the ungodly creature whose shape John temporarily assumed.
And of course, there was the second floor common room, which would have been a perfectly nice place for Callisto to prepare for the play until all you uncouth people invaded it. Yes, I'm talking to you, Xander, Cadet Carson, Peter who was extremely happy today, Rory who shouldn't hate Tuesdays, Samuel who shouldn't go around telling people his girlfriend hasn't been feeling well the past couple of mornings, Jaye who doesn't even live on that floor, and Parker in her pajamas. Stop being so damned sociable, will you?
On Shore Leave
MORE BLASTED HAIKU, good God, this time at Empire Records from Marty, Nadia, and Mister Giles. And at the park as well, from Nadia and Kiki. And at All and Sundries too, this time from Edmund and, because I know you're not surprised, Nadia. Also at All and Sundries, Angela came in with quite the shopping list, Pippi was in search of lumber, and Doctor Grissom made a rather nauseating special order. In bulk.
At Aereopagitica, Mister Giles and Professor Calendar arranged for a date, and the lovely Miss Parker came looking for books. Boone and Allie had an evening on the town of a slightly more colorful variety, encountering Jay and Silent Bob outside the Kwik Stop -- where else? -- before dining at Luke's.
At Sparky Repairs, Agatha was reading, while Jarod received a phone call at the Fourth Sin. At the Mauvaise Chance Apartments, and there's an ill-omened name for a building if I ever heard one, Orlin was tinkering away at Professor Camulus's place.
And folks, that appears to be all the news in our fair town for the night. I'm off in search of my bed as it's too late to go in search of anything more exciting at this hour. So yo ho, yo ho, this is Acting Pirate Kennedy departing the airwaves with all sail set, wishing you all a, er . . . jolly massacre or some such, and good night.
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"You're very welcome, Archie," she said with a smile as she planned how she was going to survive today.
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Though she did think he was something of a wimp for not even trying.
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"You cannot make me. I will not speak in haiku. I simply refuse," she repeats, speaking to the air. "Archie, your refusal to speak in haiku was a haiku!"
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