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Fandom Radio, Monday, March 20, 2006
Rita: Good evening, Fandom. Professor Ms. Rita Skeeter here, broadcasting live to you all. And this week, I'd like you to welcome a new friend of mine to the microphone, Ms. Becky Vartan.
Becky: Hi.
Rita: Now, come on. Surely you can muster more enthusiasm than that.
Becky: Hi...people.
Rita: Very well.
Classes, which were boring without the presence of any journalism classes
Rita: In Speech, the children play some game called Two Truths and a Lie, and talk about who benefits in the paradigm of sending and receiving.
Becky: Oh, I bet I could give a very conclusive lecture on that.
Rita: You're an orator? I'd never have guessed. You seem so taciturn.
Becky: No, sugar, I don't mean -
Rita: Moving on, then. US History talks about something called the Gettysburg Address.
Becky: Oh, my God.
Rita: What?
Becky: You...seriously don't know what that is?
Rita: No, nor do I care.
Becky: Biology and Chemistry are cancelled, thank God.
Rita: I thought you weren't a student here.
Becky: No shit, Sherlock.
Rita: ...right. Creature Languages learns about serpent-based myth -
Becky: Oh, for fuck's sake, they talk about snake stories. Stories about snakes, you pretentious old bag. Maybe the snakes are on planes, even.
Rita: I have no idea what you just said. Magical Theory talks about reincarnation, Psychology discusses something unpronouncable, and that Jung fellow talks about myths.
Becky: You're weird.
Rita: No spit, spur block.
Becky: Okay, that is so not even what I just said. Also? That last class? Discussing myths. Which are stories. Possibly about snakes on planes, you freakish old bat.
Rita: Whatever. Sociology classes have, respectively, a pop quiz and a discussion on Satanism. Something I'm sure you know tons about, you minion of Hell.
Becky: Oh, please. I'm quaking in my boots here, lady. That's about seven "life-ruining diseased whore"s short of being the worst I've been called recently. That one Tactics class meets in town, so I guess we're covering that later.
Rita: That's right. My broadcast, my rules. Paleontology watches some film about a dinosaur park. What's a dinosaur? I've yet to have anyone explain this to me.
Becky: Oh my God.
Rita: What?
Becky: You're just so stupid. Celtic thingy discusses some tale of something or other, and another class beats stuff up, or something.
Rita: So much effort. No wonder you dropped out of school.
Becky: Oh, please, like you are one to lecture about underachieving, you overdyed, washed-up ball of frizz. Anthropology talks about human culture, and unless I dropped out so very early that I missed the definition of that word, isn't that kind of...what you do in anthro?
Rita: I've no idea. Nor do I care.
Becky: Finally, something we agree on.
Rita: Shop builds security sys -
Becky: OH REALLY? Let me see that.
Rita: What? Why?
Becky: ...uh. No reason.
Rita: What are you writing? Who's Miho? Why does that look like a diagram of some -
Becky: SO ANYWAY, some random locker is spewing out circus peanuts. What a fucking creepy school.
Rita: Shut up, you know you love us. And the school clinic is empty
Becky: In the library, which is predictably much less exciting than my own time in a high school library, Nadia asks the new librarian for a book on magic, and the librarian guy meets Parker, Angela, Zero, Janet and...her.
Rita: Who? Oh, Whorey.
Becky: I resent that. She's not a good enough businesswoman to be a whore.
Rita: Point. Other people come into the library, too. Like Victor, Marty, Professor Cregg and Walter.
Becky: And Angela and Jarod's little brunette talk about the play.
Rita: In the teacher's lounge, Dr. Grissom and Professor Cregg make with the small talk, and no one cares. *pause* Wait. Did you just say you've seen the inside of a library?
Becky: Ohhh, yeah.
Rita: You can read?
Becky: I wasn't there to read, honey.
Rita: ...MOVING ON. As far as office hours go, Professor Dream holds them, as does Dean Zordon.
Becky: Zzzzz.
Rita: I'm sorry, am I boring you? Or is that your Gilmore impression?
Becky: Oh, snap.
Rita: And in the cafeteria, Walter and Victor eat, and my notes say Victor is not, in fact, a big baby about some silly kiss.
Becky: So he's a giant pansy, then?
In the Dorms, where children should be asleep!
Rita: Elizabeth and Little MissBacktalky get flowers. Well, who the bloody hell cares? Huzzah, flowers, I suppose.
Becky: Flowers can be nice. You're just bitter because you're old and dried up and your husband hates you.
Rita: NO I -
Becky: So, CJ has Chinese and basketball. Why didn't I curl up with food and TV?
Rita: Oh, don't talk like that. You're getting pudgy as it is.
Becky: I am not! And how would you know? You've never even met me before tonight.
Rita: I'm going off of the idea that you and Rory should be the same, and...
Becky: Shut up. Bitch.
Rita: Oh, come now. Be nice. Ivanova wakes this morning from the pleasantest of dreams. Marty, meanwhile, is going through the belongings of ano - what are you writing down?
Becky: ...nothing. Poor, hot-but-not-as-hot-as-he-was Angel is a popular boy today, given that Belthazor, Isabel, and Janet -
Rita: Little Miss Backtalky.
Becky: ...Little Miss Backtalky all stopped by. And Walter was a big emo baby, too.
Rita: Molly and Cameron-Who-Looks-Like-Hellspawn talk about the possession thing. I rather thought it was entertaining, personally.
Becky: I'm kind of disappointed that that was possession. Oh, and the emo boys have a date.
Rita: What is "emo," anyway? It sounds like a disease.
Becky: It totally is. For serious. Jarod's little brunette has some quality chatting time with Isabel, and then Jarod's lady teaches some little freak to use the bathroom. What the fuck?
Rita: Language, Ms. Vartan.
Becky: Oh, shut up. And...aw, crap. That stupid kid who calls me Crazy Hooker - stop laughing - is in his room. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.
Rita: And speaking of true love -
Becky: What?
Rita: Sarcasm, twit. Phoebe and Bel are too precious for words, as are Cally and Anders. Shocking change of pace, that.
Becky: And Aeryn writes a late essay, and Angel-who-used-to-be-hotter and that bunny guy totally have a date. Or...male bonding. Or something. I have no idea. And Jaye seems to be making a list. You know, Rita, I think you're just sad your husband won't touch you because you're a fat sack of lard.
In the Town of Minimal Excitement
Rita: Oh, very mature. The clinic is empty all day. In Caritas, Jarod asks Ivanova for advice.
Becky: Huh. I wonder what's up with him. And at Cafe Thingy, the Baron -
Rita: Ferdinand.
Becky: ...Ferdinand stops for lunch, and then Tactics is there, like we said earlier.
Rita: And Professor Admiral Lady Harrington is nervous, poor dear. And prior to that, Agatha is distracted at work -
Becky: I never get distracted at work.
Rita: We know. And really, must you...advertise like that on my show?
Becky: What? It's true. And speaking of work, Jarod's brunette came into the Sin tonight, and went up to his room.
Rita: Goodness. And then...that irritating fellow came in to see you.
Becky: Hey. No one gets to be a bitch to him but me.
Rita: But he is.
Becky: Well, yes, but he's - shut up. And after that was when my night was ruined.
Rita: Oh, shut up, you cow.
Becky: I'd like to see you make me, bitch.
Rita: Is that a challenge?
Becky: I could take you.
Rita: Oh, please.
Becky: Seriously. Don't make me get my -
Rita: *mumbles something*
Becky: Moooooooooo.
Rita: I'm a bit literal at times. Sorry. And that's all from us, Fandom. Goodnight!
Becky: MOOO. MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Becky: Hi.
Rita: Now, come on. Surely you can muster more enthusiasm than that.
Becky: Hi...people.
Rita: Very well.
Classes, which were boring without the presence of any journalism classes
Rita: In Speech, the children play some game called Two Truths and a Lie, and talk about who benefits in the paradigm of sending and receiving.
Becky: Oh, I bet I could give a very conclusive lecture on that.
Rita: You're an orator? I'd never have guessed. You seem so taciturn.
Becky: No, sugar, I don't mean -
Rita: Moving on, then. US History talks about something called the Gettysburg Address.
Becky: Oh, my God.
Rita: What?
Becky: You...seriously don't know what that is?
Rita: No, nor do I care.
Becky: Biology and Chemistry are cancelled, thank God.
Rita: I thought you weren't a student here.
Becky: No shit, Sherlock.
Rita: ...right. Creature Languages learns about serpent-based myth -
Becky: Oh, for fuck's sake, they talk about snake stories. Stories about snakes, you pretentious old bag. Maybe the snakes are on planes, even.
Rita: I have no idea what you just said. Magical Theory talks about reincarnation, Psychology discusses something unpronouncable, and that Jung fellow talks about myths.
Becky: You're weird.
Rita: No spit, spur block.
Becky: Okay, that is so not even what I just said. Also? That last class? Discussing myths. Which are stories. Possibly about snakes on planes, you freakish old bat.
Rita: Whatever. Sociology classes have, respectively, a pop quiz and a discussion on Satanism. Something I'm sure you know tons about, you minion of Hell.
Becky: Oh, please. I'm quaking in my boots here, lady. That's about seven "life-ruining diseased whore"s short of being the worst I've been called recently. That one Tactics class meets in town, so I guess we're covering that later.
Rita: That's right. My broadcast, my rules. Paleontology watches some film about a dinosaur park. What's a dinosaur? I've yet to have anyone explain this to me.
Becky: Oh my God.
Rita: What?
Becky: You're just so stupid. Celtic thingy discusses some tale of something or other, and another class beats stuff up, or something.
Rita: So much effort. No wonder you dropped out of school.
Becky: Oh, please, like you are one to lecture about underachieving, you overdyed, washed-up ball of frizz. Anthropology talks about human culture, and unless I dropped out so very early that I missed the definition of that word, isn't that kind of...what you do in anthro?
Rita: I've no idea. Nor do I care.
Becky: Finally, something we agree on.
Rita: Shop builds security sys -
Becky: OH REALLY? Let me see that.
Rita: What? Why?
Becky: ...uh. No reason.
Rita: What are you writing? Who's Miho? Why does that look like a diagram of some -
Becky: SO ANYWAY, some random locker is spewing out circus peanuts. What a fucking creepy school.
Rita: Shut up, you know you love us. And the school clinic is empty
Becky: In the library, which is predictably much less exciting than my own time in a high school library, Nadia asks the new librarian for a book on magic, and the librarian guy meets Parker, Angela, Zero, Janet and...her.
Rita: Who? Oh, Whorey.
Becky: I resent that. She's not a good enough businesswoman to be a whore.
Rita: Point. Other people come into the library, too. Like Victor, Marty, Professor Cregg and Walter.
Becky: And Angela and Jarod's little brunette talk about the play.
Rita: In the teacher's lounge, Dr. Grissom and Professor Cregg make with the small talk, and no one cares. *pause* Wait. Did you just say you've seen the inside of a library?
Becky: Ohhh, yeah.
Rita: You can read?
Becky: I wasn't there to read, honey.
Rita: ...MOVING ON. As far as office hours go, Professor Dream holds them, as does Dean Zordon.
Becky: Zzzzz.
Rita: I'm sorry, am I boring you? Or is that your Gilmore impression?
Becky: Oh, snap.
Rita: And in the cafeteria, Walter and Victor eat, and my notes say Victor is not, in fact, a big baby about some silly kiss.
Becky: So he's a giant pansy, then?
In the Dorms, where children should be asleep!
Rita: Elizabeth and Little MissBacktalky get flowers. Well, who the bloody hell cares? Huzzah, flowers, I suppose.
Becky: Flowers can be nice. You're just bitter because you're old and dried up and your husband hates you.
Rita: NO I -
Becky: So, CJ has Chinese and basketball. Why didn't I curl up with food and TV?
Rita: Oh, don't talk like that. You're getting pudgy as it is.
Becky: I am not! And how would you know? You've never even met me before tonight.
Rita: I'm going off of the idea that you and Rory should be the same, and...
Becky: Shut up. Bitch.
Rita: Oh, come now. Be nice. Ivanova wakes this morning from the pleasantest of dreams. Marty, meanwhile, is going through the belongings of ano - what are you writing down?
Becky: ...nothing. Poor, hot-but-not-as-hot-as-he-was Angel is a popular boy today, given that Belthazor, Isabel, and Janet -
Rita: Little Miss Backtalky.
Becky: ...Little Miss Backtalky all stopped by. And Walter was a big emo baby, too.
Rita: Molly and Cameron-Who-Looks-Like-Hellspawn talk about the possession thing. I rather thought it was entertaining, personally.
Becky: I'm kind of disappointed that that was possession. Oh, and the emo boys have a date.
Rita: What is "emo," anyway? It sounds like a disease.
Becky: It totally is. For serious. Jarod's little brunette has some quality chatting time with Isabel, and then Jarod's lady teaches some little freak to use the bathroom. What the fuck?
Rita: Language, Ms. Vartan.
Becky: Oh, shut up. And...aw, crap. That stupid kid who calls me Crazy Hooker - stop laughing - is in his room. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.
Rita: And speaking of true love -
Becky: What?
Rita: Sarcasm, twit. Phoebe and Bel are too precious for words, as are Cally and Anders. Shocking change of pace, that.
Becky: And Aeryn writes a late essay, and Angel-who-used-to-be-hotter and that bunny guy totally have a date. Or...male bonding. Or something. I have no idea. And Jaye seems to be making a list. You know, Rita, I think you're just sad your husband won't touch you because you're a fat sack of lard.
In the Town of Minimal Excitement
Rita: Oh, very mature. The clinic is empty all day. In Caritas, Jarod asks Ivanova for advice.
Becky: Huh. I wonder what's up with him. And at Cafe Thingy, the Baron -
Rita: Ferdinand.
Becky: ...Ferdinand stops for lunch, and then Tactics is there, like we said earlier.
Rita: And Professor Admiral Lady Harrington is nervous, poor dear. And prior to that, Agatha is distracted at work -
Becky: I never get distracted at work.
Rita: We know. And really, must you...advertise like that on my show?
Becky: What? It's true. And speaking of work, Jarod's brunette came into the Sin tonight, and went up to his room.
Rita: Goodness. And then...that irritating fellow came in to see you.
Becky: Hey. No one gets to be a bitch to him but me.
Rita: But he is.
Becky: Well, yes, but he's - shut up. And after that was when my night was ruined.
Rita: Oh, shut up, you cow.
Becky: I'd like to see you make me, bitch.
Rita: Is that a challenge?
Becky: I could take you.
Rita: Oh, please.
Becky: Seriously. Don't make me get my -
Rita: *mumbles something*
Becky: Moooooooooo.
Rita: I'm a bit literal at times. Sorry. And that's all from us, Fandom. Goodnight!
Becky: MOOO. MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
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[ooc: *dies laughing because you rule, zomg*]
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[ooc: I <3 you!]
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He still wouldn't know how to turn on a radio.
But if he did know how...
He probably wouldn't be insulted anyhow. He still thought that toilets were a terrible waste of good, fresh water.
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Best.
Icon.
EVAR.
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Honor entered the makeshift dojo Mac and LaFollet have put together in the basement and stopped, adjusting the knot on her belt. "'Poor dear'?" she echoed. She really hoped this wasn't a sign of things to come. Battling the press in one kingdom was enough. She really didn't need it here, too.
She spent the next hour taking out her aggression on her coup de vitesse training bot.
[And the mun kicks LJ for putting her original response in a strange, and totally unintended place....]
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