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Fandom Radio, February 12
LACEY: Hi, everybody! It's Lacey. Lacey Burrows. Just so you're clear on that.
KATCHOO: Just so we're all clear on something, she's smiling in that way where she's trying to convince you she's cheerful and trying so hard it's not fooling anyone, except she forgets you can't *feedback*ing see her.
LACEY: Details. Besides, look who's talking, Cranky-Can't-Fly-Pants?
KATCHOO: . . . gimme the *feedback*ing notes.
School: Where Classes Go On, Even With That Stupid Holiday Coming Up
KATCHOO: What playing baseball had to do with a lecture on the Battle of Little Bighorn still gets me, but that's what we covered in American History today. It would've been more fun if we got to hit people with the bats, is all I'm saying. Ino apologized to Algren for missing class, Algren apologized to Buffy for weekend-related trauma, and Ino asked Tyler if he got her message, but nope, no hitting people with bats.
LACEY: What, being bloodthirsty wasn't enough for you, and you want to pound people to a pulp now too?
KATCHOO: At the moment? Just one.
LACEY: Oh, yes, you're very clever. Ha.
KATCHOO: Hey, I'm just saying, you gave me the idea.
LACEY: Did not. Anyway. Literature discussed the concept of identity and reader response, the fluidity of text, and works outside cultural backgrounds along with the lecture today. Journalism covered tabloid journalism -- which is not what we do here on Thursday night radio, thank you very much -- ow!
KATCHOO: Nice one. Get her between the eyes next time, will ya? And yadda yadda, there was the usual homework turnin and note-taking and new assignment stuff.
LACEY: "Yadda yadda?" Have you no respect for the dignity of your position?
KATCHOO: Why do you keep asking me these things, you airhead? Geez. Thaumaturgy 101 did the lecture and discussion song and dance on the principles of thaumaturgy. Claudia the walking PSA for dressing while under the influence was reading Vogue in the library. I've seen what those models wear. I don't think this is an improvement.
LACEY: Oh, like you're qualified to talk.
KATCHOO: Have you met her?
LACEY: Well, no.
KATCHOO: Uh huh.
LACEY: Well, regardless of the issue of anyone's fashion qualifications, newspaper staff got their assignments but still managed to get in some time to be sociable. Like normal, well-adjusted people do.
KATCHOO: Normal, well-adjusted -- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
*thud, muffled riotous laughter of mockery in the background*
LACEY: Well, that's one way to get her out of my hair for a while. Down in the teacher's lounge, Constable Fraser posted a chaperone signup sheet and then . . . oh, gosh. Bounced . . . quarters . . . off . . . Deadpool's . . . Oh.
KATCHOO: *still muffled, continuing* HAHAHAHAHAHAHA --
LACEY: And there was an intern throwdown (*squirrelly snickers, a click, then a weird echo effect*) THROWDOWN-THROWDOWN-THROWDOWN-THROWDOWN-THR --stop that! Intern throwdown -- paws off the effects buttons or there'll be stew, I swear! in the office boxing ring. Wow. That's either the most brilliant idea ever or the most misguided attempt at stress relief ever.
KATCHOO: And you would know misguided. Ronon sent out an email to both his classes about classes being combined in the Danger Shop tomorrow. Anakin's office door was closed, but he was in, and Jaina came in to talk to him about the weekend. A subject that we won't be forgetting about any time soon considering it keeps coming up.
Dorms: Where People May or May Not Be Getting Ready for that Stupid Dance.
KATCHOO: Arthur was having fruit for breakfast and got a vist from Dinah, who apologized for being drunk the other night. No word on if she's apologized for being sugared up though. Later on Dinah rehearsed for the play and got a visit from Cal -- oh, him -- who wanted to learn how to be tied up. How do you have to learn how to . . . never mind.
LACEY: Aw, I think it's cute. The bouncing, I mean. Not the learning how to get tied up.
KATCHOO: Sure it wasn't that part. Apparently this was because Liir got Dinah to tie him up in the gym. In the gym?!?
LACEY: In the interest of less awkward discussion topics, Alice was sketching, and got Leto in to ask her to the dance -- awww! -- and Liir came by to . . . exchange the flour baby. Well. If it makes you happy, I suppose.
KATCHOO: Yeah, about that, where's your annoying keychain and its annoying beeping this week?
LACEY: Darren Twenty-Seven? He was fine until someone smashed him. Something about the heartless trivialization of animals' basic needs.
KATCHOO: Hang on a second while I come up with that one sad tear over its fate. Oh, wait. Never mind. Ha. Romeo practically lives at the shooting range these days, and showed Leto the firearms ropes. These notes don't say anything about tying up again, but you never know. Triela was at the range too, and not really caring if Romeo and Leto weren't geared up like a gun safety PSA or some crap like that, and Jack blew away targets to blow off steam.
LACEY: Please don't let that give you ideas. Joan was freaking out about the flower orders for the Valentine's Dance while she womanned the ticket and flower sales table, and tonight Penelope was playing sad piano songs in the rec room, until Dean complimented her on her playing, then Hurley listened for a while before whisking her off for ice cream cake.
KATCHOO: Ice cream. In this weather. Gah. Momoko, another member of the Bubbly, Blonde, and Bouncy Brigade, was working on emails, and Triela, who I can never decide if she falls into that category or not, was contemplating her wardrobe. Other people I can think of could stand to do this too. Ino stopped in for girl talk. Hinata's cat had plans that didn't involve Hinata reading, and anyway Hoshi and her dog dropped by and there was more girly talky crap. I'm still thinking about *feedback*in' ice cream in this weather.
LACEY: Wimp. *door slamming, chittering, rustle of paper* Aw, this little guy just ran all the way here to give us a report that Worf was in his room tuning into the broadcast. Aww, it's nice knowing we have fans. Obviously of my sparkling personality, since it can't have anything to do with you.
KATCHOO: And monkeys might fly out my --
Town, Where That Dumb Dance'll Be Tomorrow
LACEY: Yes, ANYWAY. Everything was quiet at the clinic for Simon, at Strokes of Genius where my cohost was making good progress toward reeking of smoke, at the Arms for Hoshi and Porthos although Ronan stopped by to ask Hoshi to the dance, and at Wellspring Arms for Cable. It wasn't so quiet at the Boards for Tony Foster, who was cleaning, at least until Dinah grilled him about what he told Leto, Mac discovered there was an ice rink in the theater over the weekend, and Harper brought her flour-bag baby when she came in to help. Jack stopped in too, thinking there'd be a rehearsal.
KATCHOO: You could keep saying it, and "flour-bag baby" will still never get less weird. Ha, the staff was sticking stuff in Priestly's hair at Luke's again today. Probably easy when the guy was distracted trying to get Adora to hook up with Prince Edward and coming up with revenge plans with Dean. And yeah, Claudia came in too, which'd distract anyone.
LACEY: Must you continue to be so uncharitable toward people?
KATCHOO: Yes. Bite me. Pixie Dust was open courtesy of Romeo, who talked about the dance and courtship rituals -- yeah, it totally works like that in the modern world, ha -- with Arthur. Who was there with Merlin, shopping for modern dress clothes. *sound of steadily crumpling paper* Alice was looking for a dress too. In case you forgot there's a dance coming up. Eliza was at Covent Garden Flowers, where Hurley came in to ask her a question. My main question is what the big *feedback*ing deal about Valentine's Day is anyway.
LACEY: Oh, somebody's bitter about not having a date to the dance.
KATCHOO: Shut up, you dumb *feedback*. I just hate all the pink. OH HEY, EVERYBODY, DIDJA KNOW THERE'S A DANCE TOMORROW? IT'S NOT LIKE ANYONE'S TALKIN' ABOUT IT OR ANYTHING. REALLY.
LACEY: Riiiiiiiiiiiiight. Hurley and Penelope were at Chilly Boulder for that ice cream cake. Aww, that's so cute. Chuck opened Caritas because he wanted a drink that much -- now that's dedication to a habit I am in no way encouraging for the students around here. He made sure Priestly was clear that he's not the bartender, and Mina wanted to know if Priestly was from a primitive tribe. Dean and Chuck -- I'm not reading that part.
KATCHOO: -- were pretty much being typical guys having a verbal *feedback*ing contest. God. I'm so unsurprised it almost hurts. Mina had a glass of wine; Chuck talked to Hoshi about dating, specifically that he doesn't, and got to hear all about Amber's two vampire daddies from the weekend. It's sad how I don't even blink at that any more.
LACEY: Yes. Well. I'drathernottalkabouttheweekendthanks. Android's Dungeon was closed today, but not because it was quiet. Oh, gosh. A business deal between Stark Industries and Sarah and her father ended up with drawn guns and the cops being called. No wonder Sarah was in the gym and sparring with Tyler. But in happier news, Helen opened The Gig early so Triela could ride one of the horses? Ben Reilly was making plans to turn his second bedroom into an office, and Lindsay had Cherry Garcia while watching infomercials. Infomercials always taste better with ice cream, did you notice?
KATCHOO: Really. No. I'm so much more enlightened now.
LACEY: Oh, you think that's enlightenment now? That's just the light at the other end of a really long tunnel for you.
KATCHOO: OH, I'LL SHOW YOU A REALLY LONG TUNNEL, YOU -- ACK MMMMPH!
*massive chorus of squirrelly battle-cries, possibly including a squirrel "BANZAI!" or two*
LACEY: . . . and I think I'm just going to sneak out of here before she gets out of the, uh, squirrelpile. Good night, Fandom!
KATCHOO: Just so we're all clear on something, she's smiling in that way where she's trying to convince you she's cheerful and trying so hard it's not fooling anyone, except she forgets you can't *feedback*ing see her.
LACEY: Details. Besides, look who's talking, Cranky-Can't-Fly-Pants?
KATCHOO: . . . gimme the *feedback*ing notes.
School: Where Classes Go On, Even With That Stupid Holiday Coming Up
KATCHOO: What playing baseball had to do with a lecture on the Battle of Little Bighorn still gets me, but that's what we covered in American History today. It would've been more fun if we got to hit people with the bats, is all I'm saying. Ino apologized to Algren for missing class, Algren apologized to Buffy for weekend-related trauma, and Ino asked Tyler if he got her message, but nope, no hitting people with bats.
LACEY: What, being bloodthirsty wasn't enough for you, and you want to pound people to a pulp now too?
KATCHOO: At the moment? Just one.
LACEY: Oh, yes, you're very clever. Ha.
KATCHOO: Hey, I'm just saying, you gave me the idea.
LACEY: Did not. Anyway. Literature discussed the concept of identity and reader response, the fluidity of text, and works outside cultural backgrounds along with the lecture today. Journalism covered tabloid journalism -- which is not what we do here on Thursday night radio, thank you very much -- ow!
KATCHOO: Nice one. Get her between the eyes next time, will ya? And yadda yadda, there was the usual homework turnin and note-taking and new assignment stuff.
LACEY: "Yadda yadda?" Have you no respect for the dignity of your position?
KATCHOO: Why do you keep asking me these things, you airhead? Geez. Thaumaturgy 101 did the lecture and discussion song and dance on the principles of thaumaturgy. Claudia the walking PSA for dressing while under the influence was reading Vogue in the library. I've seen what those models wear. I don't think this is an improvement.
LACEY: Oh, like you're qualified to talk.
KATCHOO: Have you met her?
LACEY: Well, no.
KATCHOO: Uh huh.
LACEY: Well, regardless of the issue of anyone's fashion qualifications, newspaper staff got their assignments but still managed to get in some time to be sociable. Like normal, well-adjusted people do.
KATCHOO: Normal, well-adjusted -- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
*thud, muffled riotous laughter of mockery in the background*
LACEY: Well, that's one way to get her out of my hair for a while. Down in the teacher's lounge, Constable Fraser posted a chaperone signup sheet and then . . . oh, gosh. Bounced . . . quarters . . . off . . . Deadpool's . . . Oh.
KATCHOO: *still muffled, continuing* HAHAHAHAHAHAHA --
LACEY: And there was an intern throwdown (*squirrelly snickers, a click, then a weird echo effect*) THROWDOWN-THROWDOWN-THROWDOWN-THROWDOWN-THR --stop that! Intern throwdown -- paws off the effects buttons or there'll be stew, I swear! in the office boxing ring. Wow. That's either the most brilliant idea ever or the most misguided attempt at stress relief ever.
KATCHOO: And you would know misguided. Ronon sent out an email to both his classes about classes being combined in the Danger Shop tomorrow. Anakin's office door was closed, but he was in, and Jaina came in to talk to him about the weekend. A subject that we won't be forgetting about any time soon considering it keeps coming up.
Dorms: Where People May or May Not Be Getting Ready for that Stupid Dance.
KATCHOO: Arthur was having fruit for breakfast and got a vist from Dinah, who apologized for being drunk the other night. No word on if she's apologized for being sugared up though. Later on Dinah rehearsed for the play and got a visit from Cal -- oh, him -- who wanted to learn how to be tied up. How do you have to learn how to . . . never mind.
LACEY: Aw, I think it's cute. The bouncing, I mean. Not the learning how to get tied up.
KATCHOO: Sure it wasn't that part. Apparently this was because Liir got Dinah to tie him up in the gym. In the gym?!?
LACEY: In the interest of less awkward discussion topics, Alice was sketching, and got Leto in to ask her to the dance -- awww! -- and Liir came by to . . . exchange the flour baby. Well. If it makes you happy, I suppose.
KATCHOO: Yeah, about that, where's your annoying keychain and its annoying beeping this week?
LACEY: Darren Twenty-Seven? He was fine until someone smashed him. Something about the heartless trivialization of animals' basic needs.
KATCHOO: Hang on a second while I come up with that one sad tear over its fate. Oh, wait. Never mind. Ha. Romeo practically lives at the shooting range these days, and showed Leto the firearms ropes. These notes don't say anything about tying up again, but you never know. Triela was at the range too, and not really caring if Romeo and Leto weren't geared up like a gun safety PSA or some crap like that, and Jack blew away targets to blow off steam.
LACEY: Please don't let that give you ideas. Joan was freaking out about the flower orders for the Valentine's Dance while she womanned the ticket and flower sales table, and tonight Penelope was playing sad piano songs in the rec room, until Dean complimented her on her playing, then Hurley listened for a while before whisking her off for ice cream cake.
KATCHOO: Ice cream. In this weather. Gah. Momoko, another member of the Bubbly, Blonde, and Bouncy Brigade, was working on emails, and Triela, who I can never decide if she falls into that category or not, was contemplating her wardrobe. Other people I can think of could stand to do this too. Ino stopped in for girl talk. Hinata's cat had plans that didn't involve Hinata reading, and anyway Hoshi and her dog dropped by and there was more girly talky crap. I'm still thinking about *feedback*in' ice cream in this weather.
LACEY: Wimp. *door slamming, chittering, rustle of paper* Aw, this little guy just ran all the way here to give us a report that Worf was in his room tuning into the broadcast. Aww, it's nice knowing we have fans. Obviously of my sparkling personality, since it can't have anything to do with you.
KATCHOO: And monkeys might fly out my --
Town, Where That Dumb Dance'll Be Tomorrow
LACEY: Yes, ANYWAY. Everything was quiet at the clinic for Simon, at Strokes of Genius where my cohost was making good progress toward reeking of smoke, at the Arms for Hoshi and Porthos although Ronan stopped by to ask Hoshi to the dance, and at Wellspring Arms for Cable. It wasn't so quiet at the Boards for Tony Foster, who was cleaning, at least until Dinah grilled him about what he told Leto, Mac discovered there was an ice rink in the theater over the weekend, and Harper brought her flour-bag baby when she came in to help. Jack stopped in too, thinking there'd be a rehearsal.
KATCHOO: You could keep saying it, and "flour-bag baby" will still never get less weird. Ha, the staff was sticking stuff in Priestly's hair at Luke's again today. Probably easy when the guy was distracted trying to get Adora to hook up with Prince Edward and coming up with revenge plans with Dean. And yeah, Claudia came in too, which'd distract anyone.
LACEY: Must you continue to be so uncharitable toward people?
KATCHOO: Yes. Bite me. Pixie Dust was open courtesy of Romeo, who talked about the dance and courtship rituals -- yeah, it totally works like that in the modern world, ha -- with Arthur. Who was there with Merlin, shopping for modern dress clothes. *sound of steadily crumpling paper* Alice was looking for a dress too. In case you forgot there's a dance coming up. Eliza was at Covent Garden Flowers, where Hurley came in to ask her a question. My main question is what the big *feedback*ing deal about Valentine's Day is anyway.
LACEY: Oh, somebody's bitter about not having a date to the dance.
KATCHOO: Shut up, you dumb *feedback*. I just hate all the pink. OH HEY, EVERYBODY, DIDJA KNOW THERE'S A DANCE TOMORROW? IT'S NOT LIKE ANYONE'S TALKIN' ABOUT IT OR ANYTHING. REALLY.
LACEY: Riiiiiiiiiiiiight. Hurley and Penelope were at Chilly Boulder for that ice cream cake. Aww, that's so cute. Chuck opened Caritas because he wanted a drink that much -- now that's dedication to a habit I am in no way encouraging for the students around here. He made sure Priestly was clear that he's not the bartender, and Mina wanted to know if Priestly was from a primitive tribe. Dean and Chuck -- I'm not reading that part.
KATCHOO: -- were pretty much being typical guys having a verbal *feedback*ing contest. God. I'm so unsurprised it almost hurts. Mina had a glass of wine; Chuck talked to Hoshi about dating, specifically that he doesn't, and got to hear all about Amber's two vampire daddies from the weekend. It's sad how I don't even blink at that any more.
LACEY: Yes. Well. I'drathernottalkabouttheweekendthanks. Android's Dungeon was closed today, but not because it was quiet. Oh, gosh. A business deal between Stark Industries and Sarah and her father ended up with drawn guns and the cops being called. No wonder Sarah was in the gym and sparring with Tyler. But in happier news, Helen opened The Gig early so Triela could ride one of the horses? Ben Reilly was making plans to turn his second bedroom into an office, and Lindsay had Cherry Garcia while watching infomercials. Infomercials always taste better with ice cream, did you notice?
KATCHOO: Really. No. I'm so much more enlightened now.
LACEY: Oh, you think that's enlightenment now? That's just the light at the other end of a really long tunnel for you.
KATCHOO: OH, I'LL SHOW YOU A REALLY LONG TUNNEL, YOU -- ACK MMMMPH!
*massive chorus of squirrelly battle-cries, possibly including a squirrel "BANZAI!" or two*
LACEY: . . . and I think I'm just going to sneak out of here before she gets out of the, uh, squirrelpile. Good night, Fandom!
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