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Fandom Radio, January 29
LACEY: Hi again, Fandom! It's Thursday night, so that means it's me, Lacey Burrows --
KATCHOO: And me.
LACEY: Would it kill you to tell people your name?
KATCHOO: Oh, I'm not the one who should be worried about getting killed.
LACEY: *nervous giggle* You know, exaggeration is really not an admirable trait in journalism.
KATCHOO: Aw, just can it and give me the stupid notes, will ya?
School: With 100% more electricity than last week!
LACEY: I think I should get to start, as payment for your verbal abuse. So let's talk about the library first.
KATCHOO: That's where the books are, in case you were wondering.
LACEY: I know that. I'm hardly stupid, you know.
KATCHOO: *jaw-cracking yawn* News to me.
LACEY: Excuse me, I believe I said it was my turn? Claudia was in the library wearing really bright colors. Aw. Bright colors in winter are always so cheery. I think I like her already. Sookie stopped in to talk about candy and getting into trouble -- should I be saying that part on the radio?
KATCHOO: Too late, you ditz. God. Do you have to encourage her? I mean, have you seen -- never mind. Why do I put up with you again? Oh right, rum.
LACEY: That is a nasty, horrible habit of yours, only second to the smellier horrible habit. You really ought to look into -- *bonk* Ow! Oh, fine. Literature covered the difference between fables and fairy tales, and people with a better work ethic than my cohost here took notes before they got into a discussion about the difference between fables and fairy tales, the morals in the stories, and how to categorize folklore. You can do that? Wow, I guess there really is a system for everything.
KATCHOO: You really have no idea. Journalism, taught by the actual journalism teacher and not my two-bit hack cohost who's talking out her *feedback* about it, took notes -- boring -- and talked about their interview assignments. We covered Manifest Destiny -- and how frikkin' pompous is that concept? -- in American History today, if by covering it you mean doing the whole doing the note-taking thing before defending the couch from being taken over and getting the crap shot out of us. Ino used her TA position to talk to Cal about how boys are dumb, and ain't that the *feedback*ing truth.
LACEY: Oh, honestly. Just because you must have had some kind of awful experience with boys in your past doesn't mean you have to take it out on all of them.
KATCHOO: *long, practically crackling silence* Your mouth? On the other end of your body. Talk out of that instead. Thaumaturgy --
LACEY: I still think that sounds like an unpleasant medical procedure. Except they were talking about "To Know, To Will, To Dare, and To Keep Silent."
KATCHOO: -- okay then. They did the lecture thing, except Johnny and Savannah were passing dirty notes, and talked about what they thought about those concepts. I think Lacey should go with the last one. All the time.
LACEY: Hey, at least I can go half a sentence without having to get bleeped. There are lots of words in the English language. You could stand to learn a few more. But moving on, Cooking Club worked on breakfast foods and mingled and cooked. Imagine that, cooking in cooking club. Hee.
KATCHOO: I'm slain by the blunt instrument of your wit.
LACEY: Oh, if only. Chris and Liir talked about magic going awry, and Chris offered to try and fix Liir's . . . er, diamond problem. Kaylee was there for Ned's moral support -- aww, that's so sweet -- and Professor Eriksen was around, like a good advisor. Newspaper staff was deciding whether to -- oooh, run ads? Oh, if you do, I'll be happy to take one out, even if there were cons to go with the pros of that idea. They volunteered for their assignments, too, under the watchful eye of Ghanima, who Rikku asked for advice. Well, that is what an advisor's there for.
KATCHOO: Really. You don't say. Steve was making phone calls in his office, and Anakin was working on his computer in his office. They knew what day it is, which is more than you can say for the entire office staff, who were all late today because of a date mixup. I hate how that happens, except I don't really care.
LACEY: You know, if you get the right kind of calendar . . .
KATCHOO: Oh, cram it.
Dorms: Where Macking on the TV Is The Thing to Do
LACEY: Romeo was in his room working on the Super Bowl betting pool -- I still think football in January is weird -- and got an offer of help from Rikku, that is, if he was working on something bad. Reno's heading home for a bit, and got a visit from Rikku before he left. Emmett was playing Halo 3 in his room until Merlin came by, really not happy with him about . . . the . . . porn thing?
KATCHOO: *extended feedbacking*
LACEY: Well, you made it more than half a sentence, I'll give you credit for that. Porn thing? Do I want to know?
KATCHOO: You don't have a choice, lady. Jeff was hugging the third floor common room TV this morning because he was happy with it for playing the *more extended feedbacking* lesbian porn last night, and Leto was wondering what his problem was. Jeff got all excited at him about the porn, but he had to explain it to Leto, and Leto, lemme tell you right now, it wasn't all that, okay? Dor wanted to know if the TV was talking to Jeff, which it wasn't except it was, and then it really was -- what the hell is that supposed to mean, you frikkin' drunk squirrel?
LACEY: Probably that the TV actually said it was happy about the porn. And the hugging. Robin, the one who isn't my fellow Canadian, stopped in too.
KATCHOO: And then tonight in the second floor common room, Edward was making out with the TV and talking back to it. What. The. Hell. Boys, I swear. Turtle was wondering if she should leave him and the TV alone. He thought it was called a magic mirror, and she told him he should know its name before he shoves his tongue down its . . . uh . . . metaphorical throat. He's male, Turtle, are you surprised? Jaina thought he'd be on his honeymoon by now, and he was asking her if she'd gotten married yet, and geez, what kind of detergent did they cut his crack with?
LACEY: *whimpering*
KATCHOO: Aw, god, I love it when she does that. Makes my shriveled little heart go all pitter-patter.
Town, Where Everybody in the World Is
LACEY: I'm fine. Really. *squirrelly snickering* Well, I am! Cable was practicing his shooting at Wellspring Arms today, where he got a mission update from Ino. Simon was studying at the clinic, Annja took advantage of the sweat lodge at Coyote Medicine, Peyton got a visit from Angela at Groovy Tunes complete with love life updates, Millie was in a good mood at Book Haven, and Helen was in the stables at the Gig.
KATCHOO: Smile all you want into the microphone. No one's going to see you.
LACEY: It doesn't matter if they can't see me; the smiling carries through in my very pleasant and cheerful demeanor on the air. Sarah was rotating the stock at the Android's Dungeon, where Loki came by to do something about his boredom. The solution partly involved them making plans to go to Caritas. Jamie was working really hard at Turtle and Canary, unlike some people I could name who are sitting right beside me , who was falling asleep on the job.
KATCHOO: Bite me. Lindsay was emailing at work at Stark Industries. You gonna make a comment on that?
LACEY: Well, no.
KATCHOO: Uh huh. Ronon came by to ask why she narced him out. She says he was acting suspicious. Yeah, 'cause nobody else around here ever does. Tyler came by too and there was a whole conversation about flowers and the anti-drug assembly and why yelling at Tony might not be a good idea and blah blah you people talk too much.
LACEY: And --
KATCHOO: Not on your life, I'm reading this part.
LACEY: Why?
KATCHOO: Because it's all about your kitchen staff sticking stuff in Priestly's hair at Luke's and it was worth it to see your eyes bug out just now. Tully stopped in for a cheesesteak and asked about his hair. Yeah, it's probably a good conversation piece now. Hoshi broke her cell phone at the Arms Hotel -- was it on purpose? Smashing things is really cathartic. Or some crap like that. Who cares about the psychological benefits? It just feels good sometimes.
LACEY: Have I ever mentioned how you disturb me deeply?
KATCHOO: Have I mentioned I still don't care?
LACEY: Oh, you're hopeless. Eve was at the York Gallery, and Eliza had to order a new shipment of flowers at Covent Garden because of last week's power outage. Poor flowers. I hope you at least composted them to be environmentally conscious, Eliza. Tony and Tyler had a deep conversation about Thai whiskey and other things over dinner at Taste of Thai . . . *several seconds of dead air*
KATCHOO: Oh god, she's gone all glassy-eyed. I'm not sure I want to know what's going on in her head. Robin was kicking Tino's ass at thumbwrestling at Caritas, and Loki thought Robin could kick his ass too. Any guy who says things like that to a woman probably has no good reason for it. Amber got an umbrella in her whiskey, because she would, and Robin wanted to know why Boo didn't get booze when Minsc ordered his usual. In case you were wondering, he says Boo would get too wild.
LACEY: Did you just say something? I missed it.
KATCHOO: Never mind. Just read this.
LACEY: . . . okay. Tony, the student, that is, was looking for stage crew at the Boards using free doughnuts and coffee as a recruitment technique. Oooh, that's a classic. It looks like it worked, since Dinah was there with climbing supplies, and Liir couldn't quite hide the diamonds on his face -- oh -- from Tony, or from Dinah, who was wondering if he might be a Fandom lookalike, or from Hinata. Mac met Tony when she came to help with lighting, and Hinata came by to help before going up into the flies with Dinah. Harper came to discuss costume ideas, which Tony said was Geoffrey's department,
KATCHOO: And then you had Daisy dancing in her underwear. And John Winchester coming home, getting tacklehugged by Grace, and telling Zoe about a hunt.
LACEY: Is that all? Aww, it is.
KATCHOO: . . . you would want to keep going, wouldn't you?
LACEY: Well, yeah! It's fun.
KATCHOO: Only because you're kind of dumb.
LACEY: I am not!
KATCHOO: Look, if I put your brain on the edge of a razor blade it'd look like a BB rolling down a five lane highway. And that's just sad.
LACEY: I'm not responding to that.
KATCHOO: Fine then, don't. Sit there and smile at the microphone some more if you want. I'm out of here.
LACEY: I'm not sm --
*click*
KATCHOO: And me.
LACEY: Would it kill you to tell people your name?
KATCHOO: Oh, I'm not the one who should be worried about getting killed.
LACEY: *nervous giggle* You know, exaggeration is really not an admirable trait in journalism.
KATCHOO: Aw, just can it and give me the stupid notes, will ya?
School: With 100% more electricity than last week!
LACEY: I think I should get to start, as payment for your verbal abuse. So let's talk about the library first.
KATCHOO: That's where the books are, in case you were wondering.
LACEY: I know that. I'm hardly stupid, you know.
KATCHOO: *jaw-cracking yawn* News to me.
LACEY: Excuse me, I believe I said it was my turn? Claudia was in the library wearing really bright colors. Aw. Bright colors in winter are always so cheery. I think I like her already. Sookie stopped in to talk about candy and getting into trouble -- should I be saying that part on the radio?
KATCHOO: Too late, you ditz. God. Do you have to encourage her? I mean, have you seen -- never mind. Why do I put up with you again? Oh right, rum.
LACEY: That is a nasty, horrible habit of yours, only second to the smellier horrible habit. You really ought to look into -- *bonk* Ow! Oh, fine. Literature covered the difference between fables and fairy tales, and people with a better work ethic than my cohost here took notes before they got into a discussion about the difference between fables and fairy tales, the morals in the stories, and how to categorize folklore. You can do that? Wow, I guess there really is a system for everything.
KATCHOO: You really have no idea. Journalism, taught by the actual journalism teacher and not my two-bit hack cohost who's talking out her *feedback* about it, took notes -- boring -- and talked about their interview assignments. We covered Manifest Destiny -- and how frikkin' pompous is that concept? -- in American History today, if by covering it you mean doing the whole doing the note-taking thing before defending the couch from being taken over and getting the crap shot out of us. Ino used her TA position to talk to Cal about how boys are dumb, and ain't that the *feedback*ing truth.
LACEY: Oh, honestly. Just because you must have had some kind of awful experience with boys in your past doesn't mean you have to take it out on all of them.
KATCHOO: *long, practically crackling silence* Your mouth? On the other end of your body. Talk out of that instead. Thaumaturgy --
LACEY: I still think that sounds like an unpleasant medical procedure. Except they were talking about "To Know, To Will, To Dare, and To Keep Silent."
KATCHOO: -- okay then. They did the lecture thing, except Johnny and Savannah were passing dirty notes, and talked about what they thought about those concepts. I think Lacey should go with the last one. All the time.
LACEY: Hey, at least I can go half a sentence without having to get bleeped. There are lots of words in the English language. You could stand to learn a few more. But moving on, Cooking Club worked on breakfast foods and mingled and cooked. Imagine that, cooking in cooking club. Hee.
KATCHOO: I'm slain by the blunt instrument of your wit.
LACEY: Oh, if only. Chris and Liir talked about magic going awry, and Chris offered to try and fix Liir's . . . er, diamond problem. Kaylee was there for Ned's moral support -- aww, that's so sweet -- and Professor Eriksen was around, like a good advisor. Newspaper staff was deciding whether to -- oooh, run ads? Oh, if you do, I'll be happy to take one out, even if there were cons to go with the pros of that idea. They volunteered for their assignments, too, under the watchful eye of Ghanima, who Rikku asked for advice. Well, that is what an advisor's there for.
KATCHOO: Really. You don't say. Steve was making phone calls in his office, and Anakin was working on his computer in his office. They knew what day it is, which is more than you can say for the entire office staff, who were all late today because of a date mixup. I hate how that happens, except I don't really care.
LACEY: You know, if you get the right kind of calendar . . .
KATCHOO: Oh, cram it.
Dorms: Where Macking on the TV Is The Thing to Do
LACEY: Romeo was in his room working on the Super Bowl betting pool -- I still think football in January is weird -- and got an offer of help from Rikku, that is, if he was working on something bad. Reno's heading home for a bit, and got a visit from Rikku before he left. Emmett was playing Halo 3 in his room until Merlin came by, really not happy with him about . . . the . . . porn thing?
KATCHOO: *extended feedbacking*
LACEY: Well, you made it more than half a sentence, I'll give you credit for that. Porn thing? Do I want to know?
KATCHOO: You don't have a choice, lady. Jeff was hugging the third floor common room TV this morning because he was happy with it for playing the *more extended feedbacking* lesbian porn last night, and Leto was wondering what his problem was. Jeff got all excited at him about the porn, but he had to explain it to Leto, and Leto, lemme tell you right now, it wasn't all that, okay? Dor wanted to know if the TV was talking to Jeff, which it wasn't except it was, and then it really was -- what the hell is that supposed to mean, you frikkin' drunk squirrel?
LACEY: Probably that the TV actually said it was happy about the porn. And the hugging. Robin, the one who isn't my fellow Canadian, stopped in too.
KATCHOO: And then tonight in the second floor common room, Edward was making out with the TV and talking back to it. What. The. Hell. Boys, I swear. Turtle was wondering if she should leave him and the TV alone. He thought it was called a magic mirror, and she told him he should know its name before he shoves his tongue down its . . . uh . . . metaphorical throat. He's male, Turtle, are you surprised? Jaina thought he'd be on his honeymoon by now, and he was asking her if she'd gotten married yet, and geez, what kind of detergent did they cut his crack with?
LACEY: *whimpering*
KATCHOO: Aw, god, I love it when she does that. Makes my shriveled little heart go all pitter-patter.
Town, Where Everybody in the World Is
LACEY: I'm fine. Really. *squirrelly snickering* Well, I am! Cable was practicing his shooting at Wellspring Arms today, where he got a mission update from Ino. Simon was studying at the clinic, Annja took advantage of the sweat lodge at Coyote Medicine, Peyton got a visit from Angela at Groovy Tunes complete with love life updates, Millie was in a good mood at Book Haven, and Helen was in the stables at the Gig.
KATCHOO: Smile all you want into the microphone. No one's going to see you.
LACEY: It doesn't matter if they can't see me; the smiling carries through in my very pleasant and cheerful demeanor on the air. Sarah was rotating the stock at the Android's Dungeon, where Loki came by to do something about his boredom. The solution partly involved them making plans to go to Caritas. Jamie was working really hard at Turtle and Canary, unlike some people I could name who are sitting right beside me , who was falling asleep on the job.
KATCHOO: Bite me. Lindsay was emailing at work at Stark Industries. You gonna make a comment on that?
LACEY: Well, no.
KATCHOO: Uh huh. Ronon came by to ask why she narced him out. She says he was acting suspicious. Yeah, 'cause nobody else around here ever does. Tyler came by too and there was a whole conversation about flowers and the anti-drug assembly and why yelling at Tony might not be a good idea and blah blah you people talk too much.
LACEY: And --
KATCHOO: Not on your life, I'm reading this part.
LACEY: Why?
KATCHOO: Because it's all about your kitchen staff sticking stuff in Priestly's hair at Luke's and it was worth it to see your eyes bug out just now. Tully stopped in for a cheesesteak and asked about his hair. Yeah, it's probably a good conversation piece now. Hoshi broke her cell phone at the Arms Hotel -- was it on purpose? Smashing things is really cathartic. Or some crap like that. Who cares about the psychological benefits? It just feels good sometimes.
LACEY: Have I ever mentioned how you disturb me deeply?
KATCHOO: Have I mentioned I still don't care?
LACEY: Oh, you're hopeless. Eve was at the York Gallery, and Eliza had to order a new shipment of flowers at Covent Garden because of last week's power outage. Poor flowers. I hope you at least composted them to be environmentally conscious, Eliza. Tony and Tyler had a deep conversation about Thai whiskey and other things over dinner at Taste of Thai . . . *several seconds of dead air*
KATCHOO: Oh god, she's gone all glassy-eyed. I'm not sure I want to know what's going on in her head. Robin was kicking Tino's ass at thumbwrestling at Caritas, and Loki thought Robin could kick his ass too. Any guy who says things like that to a woman probably has no good reason for it. Amber got an umbrella in her whiskey, because she would, and Robin wanted to know why Boo didn't get booze when Minsc ordered his usual. In case you were wondering, he says Boo would get too wild.
LACEY: Did you just say something? I missed it.
KATCHOO: Never mind. Just read this.
LACEY: . . . okay. Tony, the student, that is, was looking for stage crew at the Boards using free doughnuts and coffee as a recruitment technique. Oooh, that's a classic. It looks like it worked, since Dinah was there with climbing supplies, and Liir couldn't quite hide the diamonds on his face -- oh -- from Tony, or from Dinah, who was wondering if he might be a Fandom lookalike, or from Hinata. Mac met Tony when she came to help with lighting, and Hinata came by to help before going up into the flies with Dinah. Harper came to discuss costume ideas, which Tony said was Geoffrey's department,
KATCHOO: And then you had Daisy dancing in her underwear. And John Winchester coming home, getting tacklehugged by Grace, and telling Zoe about a hunt.
LACEY: Is that all? Aww, it is.
KATCHOO: . . . you would want to keep going, wouldn't you?
LACEY: Well, yeah! It's fun.
KATCHOO: Only because you're kind of dumb.
LACEY: I am not!
KATCHOO: Look, if I put your brain on the edge of a razor blade it'd look like a BB rolling down a five lane highway. And that's just sad.
LACEY: I'm not responding to that.
KATCHOO: Fine then, don't. Sit there and smile at the microphone some more if you want. I'm out of here.
LACEY: I'm not sm --
*click*
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