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fandom_radio2009-01-22 11:33 pm
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Fandom Radio, January 22
LACEY: -- on the air yet? Oh! Oh, we are! Aww, this is fun! Hi, Fandom! This is Lacey Burrows, and --
KATCHOO: And me. Aw geez, she's bouncing. Gag me with a spoon.
LACEY: Has anyone ever told you what a little black hole of bad attitude you are?
KATCHOO: Has anyone ever told you I don't give a *feedback*?
LACEY: Well. I'm not letting your negativity ruin my fun.
KATCHOO: Is it too late to hope you'll grow out of being so naive?
School: Yes, We Can Have No Power
LACEY: I'm ignoring that in favor of talking about classes. American History went over the Declaration of Independence --
KATCHOO: I don't want to talk about it.
LACEY: Why, because you had to put on silly wigs?
KATCHOO: There was singing, okay? And Declaration Mad Libs. Look, even Ino the TA was cranky about the wigs at Tyler, and getting pestered by Cal probably didn't help.
LACEY: Better than getting pestered by you. Anemone questioned Tyler's sanity --
KATCHOO: Much like I question yours. Funny, that. Journalism covered news briefs, probably with lame underwear jokes during the lecture, and tried writing their own. Rikku told Jameson that winter is wrong. Yeah, snow kinda blows.
LACEY: Then why are you not freezing?
KATCHOO: None of your *feedback* business. In news of the "I wish I could be surprised" kind, Claudia was manning the library in leopard print today.
LACEY: Leopard print? Oh, talk about your faux pas. The history of magic was the subject of the lecture and discussion in Thaumaturgy 101 today, where Chris and Summer were passing notes in the cold, and Literature talked about the art of storytelling by the fireplace. You know, usually you tell stories by the fire.
KATCHOO: Yep. Did that too. Ronan freaked Harper out by explaining he was a wizard. Heh. Way to go, Irish. Newspaper staff met too, speaking of stories, and Cooking Club had warm drinks to help with that whole trying not to freeze thing, unless you were Warren setting himself on fire, 'specially since they were stuck just doing introductions and getting their assignments without any power. Stupid lack of power. Like the snow wasn't enough of a pain in my --
LACEY: Some people don't let things like power outages get them down. Then again, most people aren't you. There was free cocoa and cider in the office, and Steve had the good work ethic to keep working despite the blackout. Anakin had a visit from Jaina and a call from Rory in his office hours today, and the notes are really vague. You know, you squirrels should pay more attention when -- *thunk* -- ow!
KATCHOO: Nice shot. Next time, aim between her eyes, will you? Ronon -- not Irish -- was meditating with candles and blankets in his office. Most people call that sleeping. And Minsc was playing catch with Boo. Most people call that throwing snowballs at a hamster.
LACEY: Do you have to be so negative?
KATCHOO: Do you have to ask?
Dorms: Also Kinda Powerless
KATCHOO: Apparently the squirrels think it's news that Chuck Bass was wearing a sweatshirt. Okay, yeah, whatever, but . . . Dean beat him up for not leaving Sam alone? Okay, that kind of news I can get behind.
LACEY: You are a bloodthirsty little thing, aren't you? Not in the literal sense. I hope. You have to specify those things around here.
KATCHOO: Will you sleep better at night if I answer that?
LACEY: Maybe? Yes?
KATCHOO: Keep wondering, then. Ino got mail while she was playing with plants, Jaina was messing around with a tiny flashlight, and Amber was under the covers when she got a visit from Cal. She was sniffly. Maybe sick. Either way I don't give a crap.
LACEY: Sensitivity training. Look into it. Up in the third floor common room, Arthur was roasting a rabbit over the fire. Oh, wild game. That's a nice gourmet touch. Adora thought he had a lovely piece of meat.
KATCHOO: Didn't need to know about that, thanks.
LACEY: Hello, rabbit? Liir introduced himself to Adora, and Aravis and Arthur bonded over being royalty. Ben was hoping Arthur didn't cook John by accident. Oh gosh. I'm rethinking that wild game special now. That could be awkward. Kind of like Liir and Arthur ignoring each other.
KATCHOO: She says that like there's something wrong with ignoring people. Angela was reading a trashy novel by the fire in the fourth floor common room, and didn't hide it from Cal when he came in to warm his hands. See, that I can get behind. You wanna read trashy books, at least admit they're trashy. Lacey. I saw what you were reading. Don't pretend that's not a Fabio wannabe on that book sticking outta your purse. Edmund was in the salle practicing swordwork by candlelight, and Molly came down to watch even if she was freezing her butt off.
LACEY: Literally? It's not that I usually wonder about these things, but around here you never --
KATCHOO: You want yours handed to you? I can arrange it.
LACEY: Thanks, but I'm fine with it where it is. Rikku was bundled up and got a visit from Reno, and Temari at least got warm clothes from Jamie. I love it when things like this bring out the best in people.
KATCHOO: Spoon. Gag me with it. Now.
Town: Joining the Parade of the Power-Challenged
LACEY: Don't tempt me.
KATCHOO: Yeah, I'm just quakin' in my boots here.
LACEY: I could respond to that, but I choose to go on with the notes instead. Loki rewarded himself for shoveling the MHA walk by relaxing by the fireplace in the lobby, where Ronon offered to sleep. Lindsay called to snark at him, too. At -- oooh! At my diner, Priestly was proving that I was right and the kitchen staff was wrong about a gas stove being a good idea, and Amber told him about fun things to do in the snow and met his fl . . . there was a flying squirrel in my restaurant?!?
KATCHOO: Priestly, you might get a point for that. I thought her eyes were gonna fly right out and splatter on the far wall just now. Murdock . . . heh heh heh. Murdock was napping at the Freelance Police HQ until Sam and Max tried to arrest him. Millie was singing at Book Haven, Helen wasn't bothered too much by the cold at the Gig, Simon was kind of cold at the clinic, Sarah had a fire pit going at Android's Dungeon, and Peyton was thinking about blowing off work at Groovy Tunes. Man. I oughta have done that, but no, I had to stick around Strokes of Genius and let Irish bum a smoke off me.
LACEY: Ugh. You and your horrible habits.
KATCHOO: Bite me, coffee jockey.
LACEY: No thanks. Some of us are picky about what we put in our mouths, you know. After some discussion about getting shocked, Tyler and Tony were enjoying the onsen. . . . wow. At Turtle and Canary, Jamie had a green and gold Snuggie on to stay warm.
KATCHOO: I would have to stab myself if that word ever came out of my mouth, but it's fitting from you.
LACEY: It's too cute a word for the likes of you. Temari wanted Jamie to destroy the tape of her gremlin bite experience.
KATCHOO: Oh, incriminating footage. Fun times. Cable and Deadpool woke up and had breakfast. Ray picked Pepper up to go to breakfast, then raided Tony's kitchen and made out.
LACEY: In his kitchen?!?
KATCHOO: Everyone's got a --
LACEY: Ew. Covent Garden Flowers had Eliza trying to take the flowers someplacefar away from the cold night air warm, and aww, Hoshi made her dog a blanket tent at the Arms. I like puppies.
KATCHOO: But do they like you? Lindsay told Tony she hates the island. I know the feeling.
LACEY: Cynic. Geoffrey got the casting list for the new play announced! Over at Caritas, Robin was in full Canucks regalia. I'm more of a Leafs fan myself.
KATCHOO: Figures. Never mind. Read the rest of the frikkin' notes.
LACEY: Daisy dropped by in uniform, ordered a vodka and orange, and said she wasn't much of a fan of the cold. Honestly, you guys, live through a Saskatchewan winter and then we'll talk. Mina ordered a hot toddy. Mmm, I want to go home and have one of those. Fraser asked Robin if she was heading straight to the game, and Marshall agreed to teach Robin a family sport. He gave her a big hand when she sang "Let's Go to the Mall" -- oh my gosh, I love that song. I used to s --
KATCHOO: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeah?
LACEY: Nothing.
KATCHOO: You're lying.
LACEY: . . . how are we on the air, anyway?
KATCHOO: Squirrels on rigged hamster wheels.
LACEY: What? Seriously? That's horrible.
KATCHOO: It's called a backup generator, airhead.
LACEY: . . . I knew that.
KATCHOO: Yeah, whatever. You're still lying about that mall song. Aw, screw it, I'm outta here.
*click*
LACEY: Was that -- hey, don't leave me in the dark here!
KATCHOO: (faintly, at a distance from the mic) Aren't you always?
LACEY: (amid sounds of fumbling and scraping) Oh, very funny. It's not like I'm afraid of the d --
*dead air*
KATCHOO: And me. Aw geez, she's bouncing. Gag me with a spoon.
LACEY: Has anyone ever told you what a little black hole of bad attitude you are?
KATCHOO: Has anyone ever told you I don't give a *feedback*?
LACEY: Well. I'm not letting your negativity ruin my fun.
KATCHOO: Is it too late to hope you'll grow out of being so naive?
School: Yes, We Can Have No Power
LACEY: I'm ignoring that in favor of talking about classes. American History went over the Declaration of Independence --
KATCHOO: I don't want to talk about it.
LACEY: Why, because you had to put on silly wigs?
KATCHOO: There was singing, okay? And Declaration Mad Libs. Look, even Ino the TA was cranky about the wigs at Tyler, and getting pestered by Cal probably didn't help.
LACEY: Better than getting pestered by you. Anemone questioned Tyler's sanity --
KATCHOO: Much like I question yours. Funny, that. Journalism covered news briefs, probably with lame underwear jokes during the lecture, and tried writing their own. Rikku told Jameson that winter is wrong. Yeah, snow kinda blows.
LACEY: Then why are you not freezing?
KATCHOO: None of your *feedback* business. In news of the "I wish I could be surprised" kind, Claudia was manning the library in leopard print today.
LACEY: Leopard print? Oh, talk about your faux pas. The history of magic was the subject of the lecture and discussion in Thaumaturgy 101 today, where Chris and Summer were passing notes in the cold, and Literature talked about the art of storytelling by the fireplace. You know, usually you tell stories by the fire.
KATCHOO: Yep. Did that too. Ronan freaked Harper out by explaining he was a wizard. Heh. Way to go, Irish. Newspaper staff met too, speaking of stories, and Cooking Club had warm drinks to help with that whole trying not to freeze thing, unless you were Warren setting himself on fire, 'specially since they were stuck just doing introductions and getting their assignments without any power. Stupid lack of power. Like the snow wasn't enough of a pain in my --
LACEY: Some people don't let things like power outages get them down. Then again, most people aren't you. There was free cocoa and cider in the office, and Steve had the good work ethic to keep working despite the blackout. Anakin had a visit from Jaina and a call from Rory in his office hours today, and the notes are really vague. You know, you squirrels should pay more attention when -- *thunk* -- ow!
KATCHOO: Nice shot. Next time, aim between her eyes, will you? Ronon -- not Irish -- was meditating with candles and blankets in his office. Most people call that sleeping. And Minsc was playing catch with Boo. Most people call that throwing snowballs at a hamster.
LACEY: Do you have to be so negative?
KATCHOO: Do you have to ask?
Dorms: Also Kinda Powerless
KATCHOO: Apparently the squirrels think it's news that Chuck Bass was wearing a sweatshirt. Okay, yeah, whatever, but . . . Dean beat him up for not leaving Sam alone? Okay, that kind of news I can get behind.
LACEY: You are a bloodthirsty little thing, aren't you? Not in the literal sense. I hope. You have to specify those things around here.
KATCHOO: Will you sleep better at night if I answer that?
LACEY: Maybe? Yes?
KATCHOO: Keep wondering, then. Ino got mail while she was playing with plants, Jaina was messing around with a tiny flashlight, and Amber was under the covers when she got a visit from Cal. She was sniffly. Maybe sick. Either way I don't give a crap.
LACEY: Sensitivity training. Look into it. Up in the third floor common room, Arthur was roasting a rabbit over the fire. Oh, wild game. That's a nice gourmet touch. Adora thought he had a lovely piece of meat.
KATCHOO: Didn't need to know about that, thanks.
LACEY: Hello, rabbit? Liir introduced himself to Adora, and Aravis and Arthur bonded over being royalty. Ben was hoping Arthur didn't cook John by accident. Oh gosh. I'm rethinking that wild game special now. That could be awkward. Kind of like Liir and Arthur ignoring each other.
KATCHOO: She says that like there's something wrong with ignoring people. Angela was reading a trashy novel by the fire in the fourth floor common room, and didn't hide it from Cal when he came in to warm his hands. See, that I can get behind. You wanna read trashy books, at least admit they're trashy. Lacey. I saw what you were reading. Don't pretend that's not a Fabio wannabe on that book sticking outta your purse. Edmund was in the salle practicing swordwork by candlelight, and Molly came down to watch even if she was freezing her butt off.
LACEY: Literally? It's not that I usually wonder about these things, but around here you never --
KATCHOO: You want yours handed to you? I can arrange it.
LACEY: Thanks, but I'm fine with it where it is. Rikku was bundled up and got a visit from Reno, and Temari at least got warm clothes from Jamie. I love it when things like this bring out the best in people.
KATCHOO: Spoon. Gag me with it. Now.
Town: Joining the Parade of the Power-Challenged
LACEY: Don't tempt me.
KATCHOO: Yeah, I'm just quakin' in my boots here.
LACEY: I could respond to that, but I choose to go on with the notes instead. Loki rewarded himself for shoveling the MHA walk by relaxing by the fireplace in the lobby, where Ronon offered to sleep. Lindsay called to snark at him, too. At -- oooh! At my diner, Priestly was proving that I was right and the kitchen staff was wrong about a gas stove being a good idea, and Amber told him about fun things to do in the snow and met his fl . . . there was a flying squirrel in my restaurant?!?
KATCHOO: Priestly, you might get a point for that. I thought her eyes were gonna fly right out and splatter on the far wall just now. Murdock . . . heh heh heh. Murdock was napping at the Freelance Police HQ until Sam and Max tried to arrest him. Millie was singing at Book Haven, Helen wasn't bothered too much by the cold at the Gig, Simon was kind of cold at the clinic, Sarah had a fire pit going at Android's Dungeon, and Peyton was thinking about blowing off work at Groovy Tunes. Man. I oughta have done that, but no, I had to stick around Strokes of Genius and let Irish bum a smoke off me.
LACEY: Ugh. You and your horrible habits.
KATCHOO: Bite me, coffee jockey.
LACEY: No thanks. Some of us are picky about what we put in our mouths, you know. After some discussion about getting shocked, Tyler and Tony were enjoying the onsen. . . . wow. At Turtle and Canary, Jamie had a green and gold Snuggie on to stay warm.
KATCHOO: I would have to stab myself if that word ever came out of my mouth, but it's fitting from you.
LACEY: It's too cute a word for the likes of you. Temari wanted Jamie to destroy the tape of her gremlin bite experience.
KATCHOO: Oh, incriminating footage. Fun times. Cable and Deadpool woke up and had breakfast. Ray picked Pepper up to go to breakfast, then raided Tony's kitchen and made out.
LACEY: In his kitchen?!?
KATCHOO: Everyone's got a --
LACEY: Ew. Covent Garden Flowers had Eliza trying to take the flowers someplace
KATCHOO: But do they like you? Lindsay told Tony she hates the island. I know the feeling.
LACEY: Cynic. Geoffrey got the casting list for the new play announced! Over at Caritas, Robin was in full Canucks regalia. I'm more of a Leafs fan myself.
KATCHOO: Figures. Never mind. Read the rest of the frikkin' notes.
LACEY: Daisy dropped by in uniform, ordered a vodka and orange, and said she wasn't much of a fan of the cold. Honestly, you guys, live through a Saskatchewan winter and then we'll talk. Mina ordered a hot toddy. Mmm, I want to go home and have one of those. Fraser asked Robin if she was heading straight to the game, and Marshall agreed to teach Robin a family sport. He gave her a big hand when she sang "Let's Go to the Mall" -- oh my gosh, I love that song. I used to s --
KATCHOO: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeah?
LACEY: Nothing.
KATCHOO: You're lying.
LACEY: . . . how are we on the air, anyway?
KATCHOO: Squirrels on rigged hamster wheels.
LACEY: What? Seriously? That's horrible.
KATCHOO: It's called a backup generator, airhead.
LACEY: . . . I knew that.
KATCHOO: Yeah, whatever. You're still lying about that mall song. Aw, screw it, I'm outta here.
*click*
LACEY: Was that -- hey, don't leave me in the dark here!
KATCHOO: (faintly, at a distance from the mic) Aren't you always?
LACEY: (amid sounds of fumbling and scraping) Oh, very funny. It's not like I'm afraid of the d --
*dead air*
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