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Fandom Radio :: June 19th.
Turtle: Good evening, Fellow Fandomites, and you're listening to WTFH radio on this Friday, June 19t, with Turtle Wexler and Valentine Wiggin here to bring you all the news of the day!
Valentine: You seem to be in a good mood tonight.
Turtle: It's Friday and nothing really big or weird happened again!
Valentine: You're very easy to please, aren't you, Turtle?
Turtle: Sometimes! I mean, it's the first day of RockCon!, but that just means we can extend a warm welcome out to our guests! Welcome, RockCon guests! Remember, if you find yourself needing anything, the best place on the island to get it is Turtle & Canary!
Valentine: What about drugs and whores?
Turtle: Val!
Valentine: I'm just saying. It's a convention for rock stars and musicians. They like drugs and whores, I hear.
Turtle: Well, they'll have to get those somewhere else. Let's get to the news. No one wants to hear about drugs and whores...
...don't look at me like that, Val. They don't. I hope.
SCHOOL
Valentine: Slacking class spent more time working on our projects, which still seems like an oxymoron to me. It was entertaining to see Fiona try to kick Max's feet off the desk, though, which didn't seem to phase him any. Then we talked about the projects with each other and Max.
Turtle: TeeVee for Beginners focused on the just watching part involved in television today, with lots of DVDs to choose from, and Jack Priest asked if Mr. Mitchell had any movie recommendations.
Valentine: You know what? We're going to call him Cute Jack from here on in.
Turtle: Oh, are we, Valentine?
Valentine: Yes. We are. How to Dress Like a Pop Star talked about....dressing like a pop star, especially in the context of the convention. Everyone got to pick their favorite musicians to dress up as. Halloween every week.
Turtle: Veronica substituted for Miss Upland's Public Speaking Class, which was very exciting because all we did was work on rough drafts.
Valentine: And this week's Rangering! class went over communication with animals. There were lots of animals to communicate with, but I'm told with good authority that Boo and the squirrels were clearly the best.
*little chittering cheers*
And Arthur took Minsc up on his offer to be TA next semester.
Turtle: In his office today, Mr. Rogers kills a bunch of trees thanks to his failed sketching.
Valentine: Harsh, Turtle. Harsh.
Turtle: And then Dr. Brennan got a visit from Mr. Gibbs, who told her about his trip into spaaaace and invites her over to his place. Oooooh.
Valentine: I wonder if we'll hear about that in class. Sarah's in her office, too, doing internet shopping.
Turtle: Or, as I like to call it, spending too much on shipping and handling when you can just special order it at no extra cost from Turtle & Canary.
DORMS
Valentine: Arthur woke up in a bed that was not his own...
Turtle: It was the Face-Spitter's!
Valentine: Pardon?
Turtle: The Face-Spitter's. It says he woke up in 407, right? That's the Face-Spitter's room, and since he's gone this summer, then Arthur probably slept in his bed...
Valentine: ...Merlin's a Face-Spitter?
Turtle: ...nooooo, Cal is.
Valentine: Then not the Face-Spitter's, because it says he woke up in Merlin's bed. Since Merlin was still in it.
Turtle: Oh.
....OH!
Valentine: Exactly.
Turtle: It should have been the Face-Spitter's bed, then. They should do all of that stuff in Cal's bed while he's not there. That'd be awesome.
Anyway, Ender checked email in his room...
Valentine: You should write to your parents, Ender.
Turtle: Nag much?
Valentine: Just a friendly reminder. I can do that; I'm his sister. Anyway, Karla come in for a lesson, which I...obviously need to know more about. Ender, of course, is ready, but he notes that Karla does not seem as much so.
Turtle: Triela paced around her room during a phone call and then set to work at her desk. I admire that in a person. Working even on a Friday afternoon. Even if I did come by and interrupted her, but it's okay. We talked about shopping. And government assassinations. Like you do. Fiona, meanwhile, got a call instead of making one, from her brother, which meant it was probably less business orientated.
Valentine: Alex was out on the deck, being uninteresting, as I verified. He also owes me a friendship bracelet.
Turtle: Oh, that'll go nice with the necklace Chuck got you. Rachel was in the fifth floor common room this morning, watching some really F'd up TV. Romeo and Rachel try to make way, way too much sense and logic out of bad TV, and Ino demands a hug out of him. Do you think that really works? Just demanding hugs like that and getting them?
Valentine: It obviously works for Ino. Who also probably joins Romeo in trying to make too much sense out of things with Rachel. Robin doesn't think he wants to know what Ino means when she says necrophilia, but she tells him anyway. She's helpful like that. Robin and Rachel are a bit more on the ball with things, being able to discern that the show is just plain weird.
Turtle: I caught up with how Rachel's adjusting to everything a little, and talked with Ino about the importance of watching important things like the news instead of weird crap like mummy love. Or you could be like Rachel and Fiona and realize that books are much better. Although I'm not that big on reading myself, anything's better than whatever that show was. And while Fiona and Ino agree that necrophilia is gross, Ino thinks it's at least not boring.
...Ino needs more hobbies. At least Maron my roommate is normal and agrees that this is weird, and chats with Rachel about some more normal stuff. Even if Maron is still not that settled on the idea that Robin is real. He's a felt frog. It does take some getting used to.
TOWN
Turtle: At the Imperial Brim, paperwork inspires Irulan to muse on getting a computer. I'll give you a great deal on it, Irulan! I'll throw in a free hat! I remember you liked hats! Either way, Miss York came in with some tea and to show her some artwork. Ahhh, I love the smell of a business transaction in the morning.
Valentine: Ben and Ender had a meeting of their damaged little kids' club at the beach; no one was shoved off the raft, I don't think, so I take it they're making progress.
Turtle: Mrs. Harker was busy with work at the clinic. Work work, not people got injured work.
Valentine: Or overdosed on drugs work.
Turtle: That, too. At Things Reborn, Harper was listening to some 8-tracks and I came in to talk to her about dresses. She's got...something pretty big planned for that dance coming up, and that's all I'll say. Miss Davis works on looking into some stock at the Gig, Eve was in at the York Gallery, and the SquishyBot decided to be a brat for Hope at Turtle & Canary.
Valentine: Arya got a visit from a complimentary boss at Coyote Medicine, while Hurley got a visit from Karla at the flower shop, and Jen warned the rest of the staff at the pizza place that they were going to miss her. Haley was feeling a little tired at Guilty as Charged.
Turtle: Ha! I've got the Support Service Meeting notes! No talking about Morgana and her boobs!
Valentine: Except that you just did.
Turtle: Crap! Well, no more. Ahem. Everyone arrived and mingled, while picking up a sheet of everyone's phone numbers. Although....we do have a directory for that sort of thing, but okay. Jack Pri--
Valentine: Cute Jack.
Turtle: ...right. Cute Jack. He checked up on Karla since she didn't look so hot. And then we worked on packing lunches, because people need to eat even when they're fighting super-mutated zombie weremonkeys, or whatever. And Val and Cute Jack talked about their cooking expertise. Or lack thereof. God, please don't tell me this is why we're calling him Cute Jack now.
Valentine: It isn't.
Turtle: Suuuuuure. Anyway, Francine and Morgana were around afterwards, too.
Valentine: And Morgana's fantastic boobs. Francine's, too, while we're at it. Enough about breasts, though. Today was the welcoming day for the RockCon today in the main ballroom at the Arms Hotel, where Mary was also being very efficient with new pens and clipboards. There was, of course, a registration booth, where Lister and Louis got their nametags and Eliot looked nervous. The Chipmunks show up...
Turtle: Any relation to the Squirrels?
Valentine: I don't know. Maybe we should give them booze; that'll solve it. Anyway, Tyler got his nametag, as did a very blue Arpegius and a very green Lorne. Bow was probably just glad that his nametag stuck to his armor without a problem. Ted just seem psyched to be here. Aldous Snow? Not so much. Jackie had a jersey, so he wasn't sure a nametag was necessary, while Vince and his red jumpsuit just thought everything was pretty much awesome.
Turtle: And what's a welcoming day without mingling? Boring, that's what. Eliot was promptly tackled by his sister Fiona; he explains that as soon as he saw a convention taking place here, he had to come and save them on some phone minutes. Even if they have unlimited minutes. And then Eliot also asked Tyler about his convention experience, which is noteable, but not significant. Then Eliot, the little chatterbox, went and compared instruments with Arpegius. No, that's not dirty. Don't even try asking.
Valentine: And Lorne and Arpegius discussed how it's not easy being green and what it's like to feel a little blue. Well, Lorne did. The conversation seemed a little one-sided. Bow, meanwhile, was willing and waiting to make new friends. Bow, let me introduce you to a great friend of musicians everywhere. They're called drugs and whores.
Turtle: Ew, no. A totally outrageous girl band shows up, and Jackie seemed to be looking for something.
Valentine: Drugs and whores?
Turtle: Val! No. Anyway, there was a buffet, which had no drugs or whores, thank you very much. Louis does go straight for the wine, though...
Valentine: Theodore and Alvin enjoy the food and the chandellier, respectively, before their brother Simon talks to Louis about family being a hassle to deal with.
Both: No kidding...
Valentine: Either way, they also talk about what they do in the music biz and the convention as a whole. Talk of a stiff sea breeze leads Lorne to wonder if Louis might happen to be the new navy fellow in the Village People, and, again, Ted is just psyched to be there. Jackie just wanted a drink. Aldous looks a bit confused, possibly because his name's Aldous.
Turtle: Yeah, okay, Valentine.
Valentine: What was that, Turtle?
Turtle: Oh, nothing. Leda and Karla had a daaaa~ate at El Loco Burrito, where they both agree that they look awesome. And Leda' shimmering, which is just all too appropriate.
Valentine: You mean because of glittery?
Turtle: Yep.
Valentine: ....so you're saying that works both ways, not just boyki--
Turtle: I don't know what you're thinking, Valentine, but you better stop thinking it right now, and if you come in here ever with a tube of glitter, I'm kicking you out.
Valentine: You've got quite an imagination, Turtle. I wasn't thinking anything.
Turtle: Sure you weren't. Either way, Mr. Bindo is quite disturbed at the zombies trying to crotch-slide like Springsteen. And now I'm going to have nightmares. Bow wants some giggleberry wine, but Mr. Bindo's never heard of it, because it's not a very good name at all. It sounds like a chick drink. Either way, Adora was all about hugging Bow once she spotted him; she was very squee-ful. And, of course, Detective Constable Lush was there, too, and hit on Bow.
Valentine: Hey, we found our whore.
Turtle: Mean, Valentine. She's an officer of the law. ...even if Val does have a point. Anyway, before I piss off the law more, Lorne, meanwhile, muses to Mr. Bindo about how he was the first owner of good old Caritas, and thus the history of the iconic Caritas was passed along. He also tried to serenade Mr. Bindo, which didn't work, though he did get floating beer out of it.
Valentine: Also, it would be disappointing if there was a music convention in town and no one sang karaoke. Luckily, Lorne gave quite the performance of Fame, which Daisy really seemed to enjoy.
Valentine: And there you have it. Here's to hoping that everyone discussed in this broadcast is pleased with how they were represented and, if not, then take it out on Turtle.
Turtle: Hey! No! Take it out on the squirrels! Or at least bribe them for next time with better rum.
Valentine: Or drugs and whores. Good night...
Turtle: ...and have a prosperous tomorrow! No drugs and whores!
Valentine: You seem to be in a good mood tonight.
Turtle: It's Friday and nothing really big or weird happened again!
Valentine: You're very easy to please, aren't you, Turtle?
Turtle: Sometimes! I mean, it's the first day of RockCon!, but that just means we can extend a warm welcome out to our guests! Welcome, RockCon guests! Remember, if you find yourself needing anything, the best place on the island to get it is Turtle & Canary!
Valentine: What about drugs and whores?
Turtle: Val!
Valentine: I'm just saying. It's a convention for rock stars and musicians. They like drugs and whores, I hear.
Turtle: Well, they'll have to get those somewhere else. Let's get to the news. No one wants to hear about drugs and whores...
...don't look at me like that, Val. They don't. I hope.
SCHOOL
Valentine: Slacking class spent more time working on our projects, which still seems like an oxymoron to me. It was entertaining to see Fiona try to kick Max's feet off the desk, though, which didn't seem to phase him any. Then we talked about the projects with each other and Max.
Turtle: TeeVee for Beginners focused on the just watching part involved in television today, with lots of DVDs to choose from, and Jack Priest asked if Mr. Mitchell had any movie recommendations.
Valentine: You know what? We're going to call him Cute Jack from here on in.
Turtle: Oh, are we, Valentine?
Valentine: Yes. We are. How to Dress Like a Pop Star talked about....dressing like a pop star, especially in the context of the convention. Everyone got to pick their favorite musicians to dress up as. Halloween every week.
Turtle: Veronica substituted for Miss Upland's Public Speaking Class, which was very exciting because all we did was work on rough drafts.
Valentine: And this week's Rangering! class went over communication with animals. There were lots of animals to communicate with, but I'm told with good authority that Boo and the squirrels were clearly the best.
*little chittering cheers*
And Arthur took Minsc up on his offer to be TA next semester.
Turtle: In his office today, Mr. Rogers kills a bunch of trees thanks to his failed sketching.
Valentine: Harsh, Turtle. Harsh.
Turtle: And then Dr. Brennan got a visit from Mr. Gibbs, who told her about his trip into spaaaace and invites her over to his place. Oooooh.
Valentine: I wonder if we'll hear about that in class. Sarah's in her office, too, doing internet shopping.
Turtle: Or, as I like to call it, spending too much on shipping and handling when you can just special order it at no extra cost from Turtle & Canary.
DORMS
Valentine: Arthur woke up in a bed that was not his own...
Turtle: It was the Face-Spitter's!
Valentine: Pardon?
Turtle: The Face-Spitter's. It says he woke up in 407, right? That's the Face-Spitter's room, and since he's gone this summer, then Arthur probably slept in his bed...
Valentine: ...Merlin's a Face-Spitter?
Turtle: ...nooooo, Cal is.
Valentine: Then not the Face-Spitter's, because it says he woke up in Merlin's bed. Since Merlin was still in it.
Turtle: Oh.
....OH!
Valentine: Exactly.
Turtle: It should have been the Face-Spitter's bed, then. They should do all of that stuff in Cal's bed while he's not there. That'd be awesome.
Anyway, Ender checked email in his room...
Valentine: You should write to your parents, Ender.
Turtle: Nag much?
Valentine: Just a friendly reminder. I can do that; I'm his sister. Anyway, Karla come in for a lesson, which I...obviously need to know more about. Ender, of course, is ready, but he notes that Karla does not seem as much so.
Turtle: Triela paced around her room during a phone call and then set to work at her desk. I admire that in a person. Working even on a Friday afternoon. Even if I did come by and interrupted her, but it's okay. We talked about shopping. And government assassinations. Like you do. Fiona, meanwhile, got a call instead of making one, from her brother, which meant it was probably less business orientated.
Valentine: Alex was out on the deck, being uninteresting, as I verified. He also owes me a friendship bracelet.
Turtle: Oh, that'll go nice with the necklace Chuck got you. Rachel was in the fifth floor common room this morning, watching some really F'd up TV. Romeo and Rachel try to make way, way too much sense and logic out of bad TV, and Ino demands a hug out of him. Do you think that really works? Just demanding hugs like that and getting them?
Valentine: It obviously works for Ino. Who also probably joins Romeo in trying to make too much sense out of things with Rachel. Robin doesn't think he wants to know what Ino means when she says necrophilia, but she tells him anyway. She's helpful like that. Robin and Rachel are a bit more on the ball with things, being able to discern that the show is just plain weird.
Turtle: I caught up with how Rachel's adjusting to everything a little, and talked with Ino about the importance of watching important things like the news instead of weird crap like mummy love. Or you could be like Rachel and Fiona and realize that books are much better. Although I'm not that big on reading myself, anything's better than whatever that show was. And while Fiona and Ino agree that necrophilia is gross, Ino thinks it's at least not boring.
...Ino needs more hobbies. At least Maron my roommate is normal and agrees that this is weird, and chats with Rachel about some more normal stuff. Even if Maron is still not that settled on the idea that Robin is real. He's a felt frog. It does take some getting used to.
TOWN
Turtle: At the Imperial Brim, paperwork inspires Irulan to muse on getting a computer. I'll give you a great deal on it, Irulan! I'll throw in a free hat! I remember you liked hats! Either way, Miss York came in with some tea and to show her some artwork. Ahhh, I love the smell of a business transaction in the morning.
Valentine: Ben and Ender had a meeting of their damaged little kids' club at the beach; no one was shoved off the raft, I don't think, so I take it they're making progress.
Turtle: Mrs. Harker was busy with work at the clinic. Work work, not people got injured work.
Valentine: Or overdosed on drugs work.
Turtle: That, too. At Things Reborn, Harper was listening to some 8-tracks and I came in to talk to her about dresses. She's got...something pretty big planned for that dance coming up, and that's all I'll say. Miss Davis works on looking into some stock at the Gig, Eve was in at the York Gallery, and the SquishyBot decided to be a brat for Hope at Turtle & Canary.
Valentine: Arya got a visit from a complimentary boss at Coyote Medicine, while Hurley got a visit from Karla at the flower shop, and Jen warned the rest of the staff at the pizza place that they were going to miss her. Haley was feeling a little tired at Guilty as Charged.
Turtle: Ha! I've got the Support Service Meeting notes! No talking about Morgana and her boobs!
Valentine: Except that you just did.
Turtle: Crap! Well, no more. Ahem. Everyone arrived and mingled, while picking up a sheet of everyone's phone numbers. Although....we do have a directory for that sort of thing, but okay. Jack Pri--
Valentine: Cute Jack.
Turtle: ...right. Cute Jack. He checked up on Karla since she didn't look so hot. And then we worked on packing lunches, because people need to eat even when they're fighting super-mutated zombie weremonkeys, or whatever. And Val and Cute Jack talked about their cooking expertise. Or lack thereof. God, please don't tell me this is why we're calling him Cute Jack now.
Valentine: It isn't.
Turtle: Suuuuuure. Anyway, Francine and Morgana were around afterwards, too.
Valentine: And Morgana's fantastic boobs. Francine's, too, while we're at it. Enough about breasts, though. Today was the welcoming day for the RockCon today in the main ballroom at the Arms Hotel, where Mary was also being very efficient with new pens and clipboards. There was, of course, a registration booth, where Lister and Louis got their nametags and Eliot looked nervous. The Chipmunks show up...
Turtle: Any relation to the Squirrels?
Valentine: I don't know. Maybe we should give them booze; that'll solve it. Anyway, Tyler got his nametag, as did a very blue Arpegius and a very green Lorne. Bow was probably just glad that his nametag stuck to his armor without a problem. Ted just seem psyched to be here. Aldous Snow? Not so much. Jackie had a jersey, so he wasn't sure a nametag was necessary, while Vince and his red jumpsuit just thought everything was pretty much awesome.
Turtle: And what's a welcoming day without mingling? Boring, that's what. Eliot was promptly tackled by his sister Fiona; he explains that as soon as he saw a convention taking place here, he had to come and save them on some phone minutes. Even if they have unlimited minutes. And then Eliot also asked Tyler about his convention experience, which is noteable, but not significant. Then Eliot, the little chatterbox, went and compared instruments with Arpegius. No, that's not dirty. Don't even try asking.
Valentine: And Lorne and Arpegius discussed how it's not easy being green and what it's like to feel a little blue. Well, Lorne did. The conversation seemed a little one-sided. Bow, meanwhile, was willing and waiting to make new friends. Bow, let me introduce you to a great friend of musicians everywhere. They're called drugs and whores.
Turtle: Ew, no. A totally outrageous girl band shows up, and Jackie seemed to be looking for something.
Valentine: Drugs and whores?
Turtle: Val! No. Anyway, there was a buffet, which had no drugs or whores, thank you very much. Louis does go straight for the wine, though...
Valentine: Theodore and Alvin enjoy the food and the chandellier, respectively, before their brother Simon talks to Louis about family being a hassle to deal with.
Both: No kidding...
Valentine: Either way, they also talk about what they do in the music biz and the convention as a whole. Talk of a stiff sea breeze leads Lorne to wonder if Louis might happen to be the new navy fellow in the Village People, and, again, Ted is just psyched to be there. Jackie just wanted a drink. Aldous looks a bit confused, possibly because his name's Aldous.
Turtle: Yeah, okay, Valentine.
Valentine: What was that, Turtle?
Turtle: Oh, nothing. Leda and Karla had a daaaa~ate at El Loco Burrito, where they both agree that they look awesome. And Leda' shimmering, which is just all too appropriate.
Valentine: You mean because of glittery?
Turtle: Yep.
Valentine: ....so you're saying that works both ways, not just boyki--
Turtle: I don't know what you're thinking, Valentine, but you better stop thinking it right now, and if you come in here ever with a tube of glitter, I'm kicking you out.
Valentine: You've got quite an imagination, Turtle. I wasn't thinking anything.
Turtle: Sure you weren't. Either way, Mr. Bindo is quite disturbed at the zombies trying to crotch-slide like Springsteen. And now I'm going to have nightmares. Bow wants some giggleberry wine, but Mr. Bindo's never heard of it, because it's not a very good name at all. It sounds like a chick drink. Either way, Adora was all about hugging Bow once she spotted him; she was very squee-ful. And, of course, Detective Constable Lush was there, too, and hit on Bow.
Valentine: Hey, we found our whore.
Turtle: Mean, Valentine. She's an officer of the law. ...even if Val does have a point. Anyway, before I piss off the law more, Lorne, meanwhile, muses to Mr. Bindo about how he was the first owner of good old Caritas, and thus the history of the iconic Caritas was passed along. He also tried to serenade Mr. Bindo, which didn't work, though he did get floating beer out of it.
Valentine: Also, it would be disappointing if there was a music convention in town and no one sang karaoke. Luckily, Lorne gave quite the performance of Fame, which Daisy really seemed to enjoy.
Valentine: And there you have it. Here's to hoping that everyone discussed in this broadcast is pleased with how they were represented and, if not, then take it out on Turtle.
Turtle: Hey! No! Take it out on the squirrels! Or at least bribe them for next time with better rum.
Valentine: Or drugs and whores. Good night...
Turtle: ...and have a prosperous tomorrow! No drugs and whores!
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...it couldn't be. It couldn't be.
He could already smell the hint of vindaloo in the air.
Smeg.
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Louis? A musician named Louis? A musician named Louis here on the island and why didn't her father call her?
She reached down into her bag near her bed and pulled the Blackberry out of its holster. The little light on the top flickered red, which made her blink and scroll down to find what she--
Oh. He'd texted her.
Facepalm.
The Blackberry was put down, Fiona slipped back into bed, and then she leaned back and hoped that, dear goodness, that nothing blew up.
[*claps and gives rum*]
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Which was right around when the whole exchange about him and Merlin popped up and he shot up like a start.
That didn't happen, wasn't what had happened, and now he was managing an odd mix of glaring and affront at the radio. That lasted until the next morning, when he woke up and the name Francine violently beat into his brain. Bugger. "BLOODY lying squirrels--"
The tirade lasted his whole scramble up and out of bed.