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Fandom Radio, March 19
LACEY: Hi, everybody! This is --
KATCHOO: Blah blah blah, Lacey Burrows and her cohost who isn't dumb enough to give kids coffee, yadda yadda yadda.
LACEY: Okay, did you have to do that?
KATCHOO: Your version takes too long.
LACEY: Um, hello, it's called branding? I am trying to establish a distinctive style for us here, but obviously you don't care.
KATCHOO: Aw. It finally sank in. Just cut to the chase already, will ya? Geez. Been a slow day. Don't torture the people any more than you already do.
Classes -- The Plural of What Lacey Thinks Katchoo Doesn't Have
LACEY: Also, that coffee thing is so not true. Easy week for U.S. History, who got a movie about the Great Depression. Aww, is that the one with all the bluegrass music? Oh, I love that movie.
KATCHOO: Much as it pains me to agree with you, so do I.
LACEY: I don't think that's supposed to happen.
KATCHOO: Yeah, well. Cal pestered Ino in class, which is nice and normal, so that oughta keep the world from ending. Sorta like Journalism, where they got their usual homework turnin, note-talking, and assignments. Or Claudia opening the library and working on some drawings. See? Normal. No world ending. Lacey, get out from under the desk already, would you?
LACEY: I was not hiding under the desk.
*derisive chittering*
LACEY: It wasn't all completely normal because Claire had to get Cal to explain yesterday's random beard and the gremlin bite. And I wasn't hiding! I . . . dropped my contact. Yeah.
*more chittering, squirrel laughter*
KATCHOO: God, you can't lie to save your life. Which WASN'T IN DANGER JUST NOW BECAUSE THE WORLD WASN'T ENDING, and geez, that's what you do in an earthquake, you moron, not the *feedback* apocalypse.
LACEY: Oh yeah? And how many of those have you lived through?
KATCHOO: What kind of stupid question is --
LACEY: Hi, Fandom.
KATCHOO: . . . right. Literature covered things a story needs to have in the lecture, and talked about what we read, reality versus fiction, otherwise known as the world we live in versus Lacey's world, and living in interesting times.
LACEY: Oooh. That sounds like . . . wait.
KATCHOO: Aw, man. Almost had her.
LACEY: Ohohoho, that's what you think. Thaumaturgy got a lecture on metal lore and did lab work on making silver, and okay, now I want community classes.
KATCHOO: Just what we always needed. No, wait, that's pancakes. Or at least Cooking Club had pancakes. Plans for pancakes, and pancake making. I want maple syrup now.
LACEY: Okay, I'm pretty sure you're not ever supposed to get that look on your face. Stop it. It's unnatural. It's freaky.
KATCHOO: Worked on you, though. Ha. The office had a yawn plague going on today. Sounds, uh, exciting. Not. Not as exciting as Anakin looking up stroller designs and getting a visit from Jaina, anyway. Lacey, get out from under -- nah, she's not actually hiding this time.
LACEY: For your information, I absolutely did not move from my chair this time.
Dorms -- Where Lacey Can't Go, Thank G -- Hey!
KATCHOO: THIS TIME! AHA! SEE? Aw, geez, she's pouting. This is pathetic. Fine, you can read the *feedback*in' dorms notes, all right? God knows it's the closest you'll ever get to having a life.
LACEY: Oh, knock it off. Dinah was in the third floor common room really early this morning, de-alarming the fridge. Wouldn't that have been a better idea when you guys were all about four?
KATCHOO: I wasn't four.
LACEY: I'm sure you were disgustingly adorable. Or an unholy terror. I can't decide which.
KATCHOO: What, I can't be both? Fine, gimme those notes back. Chuck was smoking on the roof and reading this afternoon, and Hannibal was surprised that he was reading. And also wanted to know if he slept with Sam. Personally I kinda resent having to talk about this guy's bedroom activities at all.
LACEY: Well, there's always Hurley in the fifth floor common room with comics, milk, and Oreos to talk about.
KATCHOO: Rather talk about Francine having the same stuff in her room, actually. Arthur came to explain something about beards and Merlin being a . . . HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
*thud*
LACEY: Now who's on the floor? I don't see what's so funny about poor Merlin being a bird and not being able to open the door. At least Francine figured out who he was, right? And Alice was there to offer her moral support. Some people are so much nicer than you.
KATCHOO: *wheezing a little* A bird. Oh, man, that's a good one. Amber checked email and got a visit from Hinata, and Ben was tinkering with stuff in his room after he made a call home. The creepy tiny kid came by to see if he wanted food, and he told her he was going home for a few days, and it was probably disgustingly cute. Ender visited too, and they talked about being little kids over the weekend and built stuff. That . . . sounds disgustingly cute too, actually.
LACEY: Can't anything ever just be plain old cute with you? Okay, that was probably a dumb question.
KATCHOO: Well, you did ask it.
Town -- Which Is Totally More Awesome Because Lacey Lives Th -- HEY!
LACEY: Today was take-a-toddler-to-work day again at Wellspring Arms, at least for Cable, who got a visit from Deadpool to talk about playdates and . . . weapons training for the baby. Oh, gosh.
KATCHOO: And where else in the world are you ever gonna get to say that, huh?
LACEY: Mmmph. At the clinic, Simon was smiling! This is apparently big news.
KATCHOO: Hey, it is for some people.
LACEY: Yeah, because when you do it you look like a shark.
KATCHOO: Om nom nom rarrrrrrrrrrrgh.
LACEY: Dear Fandom Island, please, please, please don't get any ideas for this one, okay? Please? Just let her do boring things like sketch on the steps at Strokes of Genius and not turn into a carnivorous predator. She's already predatory enough.
KATCHOO: HEY! Annja was at Coyote Medicine, Peyton had the emo music going at Groovy Tunes, Millie was at Book Haven, and Helen was at the Gig telling the horses about her weekend. If I cared about any of you, I'd almost wonder what they had to say about that.
LACEY: Oh, yeah. It's a regular old lovefest around here. Covent Garden Flowers finally has an E in its sign! I'm sure Eliza must be happy about that. Murdock had a bucket of bouncy balls at the Freelance Police headquarters, and Max was worried about him putting someone's eye out. You could do that? With a ball?
KATCHOO: I came pretty close over the weekend. Want a demonstration? I bet my aim's better now.
LACEY: Let's just talk about snails instead, okay? The ones on the specials menu at the Arms today, that Hoshi and Gunther got into an argument about. At the best diner on the island, which would be mine, Priestly wanted to expand the menu and the staff wanted to stick to . . . hey now, that menu is not boring, thank you very much! Claudia came in to tell him he was a cute kid -- aww, I missed that -- and the giant black chicken on the dorm lawn the other day, and how she's missed out on all the island weirdness so far.
KATCHOO: Well, now that you've gone and said it . . .
LACEY: Who, me?
KATCHOO: No, dingbat, her. Gawd. Angela and Dinah were at the Onsen, talking about boys and Truth or Dare and was there a sleepover involved too? Maybe toenail painting?
LACEY: Now I miss having sleepovers. Aww. Speaking of aww, Biff turned into a bunny rabbit.
KATCHOO: And speaking of ow, Robin tripped over her own heel at Caritas and spent the rest of her shift icing the injury. See, those things are dangerous weapons. Save 'em for the next time harpies show up or something. Tony was finding random crap while he set up the new lighting board at The Boards, and Mac came to geek out about the board and ask what the deal was with feathers. I don't want to know what the deal was with feathers. I don't care if there are a billion legitimate uses for feathers in a theater, I don't wanna know. Harper did, though. She told Mac she's working on costuming, though, so yeah, legitimate use.
LACEY: Maybe. Maybe not.
KATCHOO: I hate you.
LACEY: Mwwwwwwwwwwwwah.
KATCHOO: . . . that's the most disturbing thing I've ever seen. Oh, God, I can't unsee it. Hey, squirrel, gimme that rum, will ya?
LACEY: And that's my cue to go. On behalf of you-know-who and myself, good night everybody!
KATCHOO: You-know-who? You-know-who? Geez, you make me sound like some kind of a --
*click*
KATCHOO: Blah blah blah, Lacey Burrows and her cohost who isn't dumb enough to give kids coffee, yadda yadda yadda.
LACEY: Okay, did you have to do that?
KATCHOO: Your version takes too long.
LACEY: Um, hello, it's called branding? I am trying to establish a distinctive style for us here, but obviously you don't care.
KATCHOO: Aw. It finally sank in. Just cut to the chase already, will ya? Geez. Been a slow day. Don't torture the people any more than you already do.
Classes -- The Plural of What Lacey Thinks Katchoo Doesn't Have
LACEY: Also, that coffee thing is so not true. Easy week for U.S. History, who got a movie about the Great Depression. Aww, is that the one with all the bluegrass music? Oh, I love that movie.
KATCHOO: Much as it pains me to agree with you, so do I.
LACEY: I don't think that's supposed to happen.
KATCHOO: Yeah, well. Cal pestered Ino in class, which is nice and normal, so that oughta keep the world from ending. Sorta like Journalism, where they got their usual homework turnin, note-talking, and assignments. Or Claudia opening the library and working on some drawings. See? Normal. No world ending. Lacey, get out from under the desk already, would you?
LACEY: I was not hiding under the desk.
*derisive chittering*
LACEY: It wasn't all completely normal because Claire had to get Cal to explain yesterday's random beard and the gremlin bite. And I wasn't hiding! I . . . dropped my contact. Yeah.
*more chittering, squirrel laughter*
KATCHOO: God, you can't lie to save your life. Which WASN'T IN DANGER JUST NOW BECAUSE THE WORLD WASN'T ENDING, and geez, that's what you do in an earthquake, you moron, not the *feedback* apocalypse.
LACEY: Oh yeah? And how many of those have you lived through?
KATCHOO: What kind of stupid question is --
LACEY: Hi, Fandom.
KATCHOO: . . . right. Literature covered things a story needs to have in the lecture, and talked about what we read, reality versus fiction, otherwise known as the world we live in versus Lacey's world, and living in interesting times.
LACEY: Oooh. That sounds like . . . wait.
KATCHOO: Aw, man. Almost had her.
LACEY: Ohohoho, that's what you think. Thaumaturgy got a lecture on metal lore and did lab work on making silver, and okay, now I want community classes.
KATCHOO: Just what we always needed. No, wait, that's pancakes. Or at least Cooking Club had pancakes. Plans for pancakes, and pancake making. I want maple syrup now.
LACEY: Okay, I'm pretty sure you're not ever supposed to get that look on your face. Stop it. It's unnatural. It's freaky.
KATCHOO: Worked on you, though. Ha. The office had a yawn plague going on today. Sounds, uh, exciting. Not. Not as exciting as Anakin looking up stroller designs and getting a visit from Jaina, anyway. Lacey, get out from under -- nah, she's not actually hiding this time.
LACEY: For your information, I absolutely did not move from my chair this time.
Dorms -- Where Lacey Can't Go, Thank G -- Hey!
KATCHOO: THIS TIME! AHA! SEE? Aw, geez, she's pouting. This is pathetic. Fine, you can read the *feedback*in' dorms notes, all right? God knows it's the closest you'll ever get to having a life.
LACEY: Oh, knock it off. Dinah was in the third floor common room really early this morning, de-alarming the fridge. Wouldn't that have been a better idea when you guys were all about four?
KATCHOO: I wasn't four.
LACEY: I'm sure you were disgustingly adorable. Or an unholy terror. I can't decide which.
KATCHOO: What, I can't be both? Fine, gimme those notes back. Chuck was smoking on the roof and reading this afternoon, and Hannibal was surprised that he was reading. And also wanted to know if he slept with Sam. Personally I kinda resent having to talk about this guy's bedroom activities at all.
LACEY: Well, there's always Hurley in the fifth floor common room with comics, milk, and Oreos to talk about.
KATCHOO: Rather talk about Francine having the same stuff in her room, actually. Arthur came to explain something about beards and Merlin being a . . . HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
*thud*
LACEY: Now who's on the floor? I don't see what's so funny about poor Merlin being a bird and not being able to open the door. At least Francine figured out who he was, right? And Alice was there to offer her moral support. Some people are so much nicer than you.
KATCHOO: *wheezing a little* A bird. Oh, man, that's a good one. Amber checked email and got a visit from Hinata, and Ben was tinkering with stuff in his room after he made a call home. The creepy tiny kid came by to see if he wanted food, and he told her he was going home for a few days, and it was probably disgustingly cute. Ender visited too, and they talked about being little kids over the weekend and built stuff. That . . . sounds disgustingly cute too, actually.
LACEY: Can't anything ever just be plain old cute with you? Okay, that was probably a dumb question.
KATCHOO: Well, you did ask it.
Town -- Which Is Totally More Awesome Because Lacey Lives Th -- HEY!
LACEY: Today was take-a-toddler-to-work day again at Wellspring Arms, at least for Cable, who got a visit from Deadpool to talk about playdates and . . . weapons training for the baby. Oh, gosh.
KATCHOO: And where else in the world are you ever gonna get to say that, huh?
LACEY: Mmmph. At the clinic, Simon was smiling! This is apparently big news.
KATCHOO: Hey, it is for some people.
LACEY: Yeah, because when you do it you look like a shark.
KATCHOO: Om nom nom rarrrrrrrrrrrgh.
LACEY: Dear Fandom Island, please, please, please don't get any ideas for this one, okay? Please? Just let her do boring things like sketch on the steps at Strokes of Genius and not turn into a carnivorous predator. She's already predatory enough.
KATCHOO: HEY! Annja was at Coyote Medicine, Peyton had the emo music going at Groovy Tunes, Millie was at Book Haven, and Helen was at the Gig telling the horses about her weekend. If I cared about any of you, I'd almost wonder what they had to say about that.
LACEY: Oh, yeah. It's a regular old lovefest around here. Covent Garden Flowers finally has an E in its sign! I'm sure Eliza must be happy about that. Murdock had a bucket of bouncy balls at the Freelance Police headquarters, and Max was worried about him putting someone's eye out. You could do that? With a ball?
KATCHOO: I came pretty close over the weekend. Want a demonstration? I bet my aim's better now.
LACEY: Let's just talk about snails instead, okay? The ones on the specials menu at the Arms today, that Hoshi and Gunther got into an argument about. At the best diner on the island, which would be mine, Priestly wanted to expand the menu and the staff wanted to stick to . . . hey now, that menu is not boring, thank you very much! Claudia came in to tell him he was a cute kid -- aww, I missed that -- and the giant black chicken on the dorm lawn the other day, and how she's missed out on all the island weirdness so far.
KATCHOO: Well, now that you've gone and said it . . .
LACEY: Who, me?
KATCHOO: No, dingbat, her. Gawd. Angela and Dinah were at the Onsen, talking about boys and Truth or Dare and was there a sleepover involved too? Maybe toenail painting?
LACEY: Now I miss having sleepovers. Aww. Speaking of aww, Biff turned into a bunny rabbit.
KATCHOO: And speaking of ow, Robin tripped over her own heel at Caritas and spent the rest of her shift icing the injury. See, those things are dangerous weapons. Save 'em for the next time harpies show up or something. Tony was finding random crap while he set up the new lighting board at The Boards, and Mac came to geek out about the board and ask what the deal was with feathers. I don't want to know what the deal was with feathers. I don't care if there are a billion legitimate uses for feathers in a theater, I don't wanna know. Harper did, though. She told Mac she's working on costuming, though, so yeah, legitimate use.
LACEY: Maybe. Maybe not.
KATCHOO: I hate you.
LACEY: Mwwwwwwwwwwwwah.
KATCHOO: . . . that's the most disturbing thing I've ever seen. Oh, God, I can't unsee it. Hey, squirrel, gimme that rum, will ya?
LACEY: And that's my cue to go. On behalf of you-know-who and myself, good night everybody!
KATCHOO: You-know-who? You-know-who? Geez, you make me sound like some kind of a --
*click*