http://laceycantlie.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] laceycantlie.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandom_radio2009-07-10 12:28 am

Fandom Radio, July 9

Katchoo: -- not this crap again, geeeeeeeeeeeeez . . .

Lacey: It's a new term. There are new students. A proper introduction is necessary. That's practically the rules.

Katchoo: Y'know you just failed t'sell me on that, right?

Lacey: Fine. Fine. How you're still upright at the moment is beyond me anyway. Hi, everybody, happy Thursday evening, and if this is your first time tuning in on a Thursday, welcome! This is Lacey Burrows here on WTFH.

Katchoo: An' I'm here too, but 'm not sayin' who I am, see, 'cuz ya gotta have a gimmick. *drunken humming*

*chittering*

Lacey: No, if she falls over just leave her there, I think.

*chitters of protest*

Well, no, I don't blame you if you don't want to deal with that either. Anyway.

Workshops

Katchoo: Yeah, 'bout that class thing t'day. Superhero Fashion, what the *feedback*. Can't do normal boring-*feedback* intros like ev'r'other class, no, gotta give superhero names too.

Lacey: Oh, yeah? What was yours?

Katchoo: *feedback* you.

Lacey: Actually I think that narrows it down pretty well.

Katchoo: *feedback of minor mayhem* Hadda design logos too. Or talk t'Edna. Totally different kind of out there in Survivin' Deep Space, where people hadda listen to Rimmer -- seriously? -- an' OH, HEY, INTRODUCTIONS AGAIN an' then Rimmer was around after class. An' Basic Sword Skills kinda jumped right inna it an' Max gave the lecture in Roman armor before he made people pick weapons an' fight 'im. Or, y'know talk to 'im.. Tactics. Guess what they did. No, really, jus' gu -- geez, fine. Introductions, 'kay? An' McCoy was there doin' the TA thing, an' Ghanima came by after. Was Driver's Ed, too. Can' drive without gettin' lectured at either, or talkin' 'bout their dream cars. Francine got the TA job afterward. Hiiiiiiiiiiii Francie.

Lacey: And wow, that was freaky. In the library, Claudia was spinning on the stool. What, one of you couldn't stick around long enough to say whether she fell off?

*derisive chittering*

Okay then. Sheesh. Veronica was, and I quote, 'schemey' in her office hours. Anakin was putting up new baby pictures in his office, and Jaina showed up with a bag packed to tell him she was going home for a little while. Rachel --

Katchoo: -- with the pervy door fetish --

Lacey: -- had her usual Thursday appointment and asked Anakin about his family. Meanwhile, down in the school office, workers were fading into the furniture.

Dorms. Cabins. Whatever.

Katchoo: Figures, 's all quiet at the campsite when I'm avoidin' it. Can't all just be 'cause Leto turned into a tree in the middle'a walkin' in the preserve with Alice. Oops. Rachel got a phone message an' when Joan came by to invite her for some girls' night out thing she got to hear all about how Rachel an' her thing for doors ended up with a job.

Lacey: Just ended up with it? Weird.

Katchoo: Eh. 's Fandom.

Lacey: True. Jean was at Lightning Bug campfire this evening, though, and Bobby and his cat roommate didn't know she was next door. Or Bobby didn't know, anyway, but he negotiated visiting rights with Jean and told Hurley how his roommate was a cat. Hurley and Jean met, like people here tend to do around campfires, as did Adam and Jean. Zayne guessed that Jean was new, which probably means there were introductions there too. Aw, I just love this time of the term. All the people getting to know each other, and making new friends, and --

Katchoo: 'scuse me while I barf. 's not 'cause of the booze, 'kay?

Lacey: You can't barf. You have to report on the Rumor Gal dinner party.

Katchoo: I hate you. Arthur an' Edmund were bein' informal at each other, an' Ears, I mean Merlin, was all proud of makin' the brownies. Brownies . . . am I s'posed to be worried 'bout this? Francine showed up with food an' Merlin and got mead from Edmund. Hannibal an' Edmund finally met, Chuck Bass who I keep meanin' to throw things at or somethin' is on a last-name basis with Edmund now, Hannibal and Chuck talked 'bout brownie ingredients an' threesomes an' twins an' now I might need to throw things at both of you 'cept I can't see for *feedback* right now. Merlin and Chuck were . . .giggly an' talking 'bout sex an' how Chuck's good at it. Ears, don' make me hafta yell. Chuck talked to Franciiiiine, Merlin talked t'Edmund 'bout unicorns an' brownies an' *feedback*, an' Sam Winchester didn't wanna brownie, but Chuck asked 'im if he knew a Castiel. Y'know, that liquid peppermint hemp oil soap is potent stuff, just sayin'. Edmund wanted to know if Sam's a giant, but I think he's just anti-brownie. Robin -- the frog I mean -- was all anti-brownie too.

. . . should I be yelling more or somethin'? Or maybe punching somebody . . .

Lacey: No. You just go right back to drinking, okay?

Town. Oh, So THAT'S Where Everyone Else Was.

Lacey: It was a good mood sort of day for Helen and the horses at The Gig, and a reading day for Millie at Book Haven, like it was for Jon O'Neill at Guilty as Charged. Over at Groovy Tunes, Peyton was trying to keep herself busy, which I think was the point of Murdock's little toy race cars at Freelance Police HQ. Jennifer was running late because of class, but opened Cabot and Associates anyway. My drunken cohost who's currently getting more rum from the squirrels was at Strokes of Genius, or out on the porch anyway, and Francine came to visit like she usually does, to talk about making food for --

Katchoo: For the gigantic frikkin' cabin party, gawd.

Lacey: . . . that. Nathan Algren started work at Wellspring Arms today, where Irulan came in to get some target practice. Dinah was at work at Covent Garden Flowers, even if she was sending text messages like crazy, and Claire and George Sands both stopped in for a visit. At the Arms Hotel, Hoshi wasn't interested in anything but soup, Maron had "butterfly kisses" Squishies at Turtle and Canary, and Ghanima and Merlin did some training at Atlas Gym. Irulan was also showing off a new hat at the Perk this morning, and Priestly and the dishwasher were busy discussing conspiracy theory at Luke's. I hope my name didn't come up there.

Katchoo: You wish.

Lacey: I like you better when you're too busy drinking to make snide comments, and I keep hoping you'll pass out any minute now. Morgan's Hardware was open, and they're hiring too, folks. Reid came into the store and triggered all of Morgan's overprotective instincts, apparently. Someone named Castiel just showed up in an alley today, looking for a Chuck who wasn't Chuck Bass, although that's the Chuck he got.

Katchoo: Oh, that stack's Caritas. 's where the rest of us were. At the party. With the TV shows. For judging the cabins an' stuff. Ino and Elena planned the whole thing so they were there early -- see, 's not slacking -- an' replacing the Rumor Gal ditchers with Ned. As a judge, 's what I mean. Jack Priest was judgin' for Peter and Peter an' talked t'Elena, an' Effy met Ino an' was glad we were drinkin' for the bad *feedback* in the shows. 's a lot of drinkin', right? Effy talked t'Elena 'bout the odds on it bein' any good. Emma 'n' Ino met, Ino an' Hoshi bonded over stuff bein' better with booze, an' Elle Woods and her pink Versace, what the hell, didn't have to drink to have fun. Elena and Elle made manicure plans, oh gawd, an' newer George with the accent checked Elle out. Ino an' Alex Karev said high class parties could bite 'em. Careful sayin' that 'round here, y'know? Pepto Bismol Elle had a thing for Alex, who told Elena he's an expert on bein' awesome. Riiiiiiiiiiiiight. Ino welcomed Helen to th'party, 'cause she was frikkin' everywhere, an' Diana was hopin' for prize cake for the winning cabin. George didn't like Diana much or somethin'. Penelope got Ino demanding hugs an' talked to her about Hurley an' Lacey, you read this now.

Lacey: Don't let me get between you and that rum. Really. Griff and Elle compared notes on inexperience with alcohol and dating -- aw, that's cute. Ino suggested a bar fight and had to explain Caritas's sanctuary safeguards to Griff. Elena was very forward and got Griff very blushy, Effy talked to Griff about Karev and non-relationships, and Edward? He was there to sing. And escort Ino home. Ladies and gentlemen, my employee. Effy enlightened him about the drinking game part -- oh, no -- and Dinah told him they should probably sing later. And the squirrels want to note that it's a big deal that Ned was out on a school night, and filling in as a judge for Rumor Gal cabin. Ino approved of Blair's martini, Elena and Blair hit it off, Tybalt figured out his mystery invitation to the party came from Ino and had Diana checking to make sure his brain wasn't all in itty bitty pieces after seeing the zombie band. George was charming Ino and talking to Jack about being from television-free worlds --

Katchoo: Jack and Ino met an' talked about Ino's three jobs. Geez, frikkin' overachiever.

Lacey: Uh, 'kay. Yuffie was there, and so were you --

Katchoo: Close yer mouth. I do things sometimes. Shuddup. Ino was happy 'bout it. I got Dinah bugging me, though. Stupid cabin's following me places.

Lacey: . . . just keep drinking. Eve and Ino met, Elle Bishop got the crash course on the party from Ino, Claudia and her Smile Time t-shirt talked to Ino, and Alex Russo found out this was Ino's idea. Leda met Ino but thought her name was Amy. "Ino" doesn't sound like . . .

Katchoo: Busy girl, that Ino. Shuddup, Lacey, an' read.

Lacey: Fiona came for the drinks but stayed for the party, and found out from a tipsy Griff that it's a good thing she missed the Ninth Hell viewing.

*horrified rodent shrieks*

Uh huh. Mirax, who wondered if she should've kept her picnic nametag, was glad to find out Ino's hobbies include gardening but not human experimentation -- uh -- and Ino wanted to know if Dinah was going to . . . eat . . . I'm not asking and obviously not, because she's sitting right here with the rum. And then there was watching and judging of Abaranger, Bitterwoman, Galaxy Quest, Leery's River, Lightning Bug, Ninth Hell, Peter and Peter, Rumor Gal, Smile Time --

Katchoo: CHEERFUL BOUNCY HELL. *hic*

Lacey: That's nice. Son of the Beach, Spooky Things, The Valley, Wendy the Werewolf Stalker, Wormhole X-Treme, and The Sun Also Sets. The judges voted, and then there was more, presumably drunken, mingling.

*squirrelly sobbing*

Aww, there, there. You did a fantastic job. Stop by the diner on Monday and I'll give you a muffin. Elena was glad Karev wasn't passed out from the booze; Effy wasn't either, but she was drunk enough that Karev thought she might end up in the wrong cabin.

Katchoo: 'f I do that t'night? 's not by accident. Jus' sayin'.

Lacey: Maybe it was for Castiel, who was kind of lost. Derek tried to help him out, and then he ran into Dean. Who he knows, but who doesn't know him. In case some of you new kids hadn't noticed yet? That happens here. A lot. Like the turning into animals. And trees. And Simon getting lost in his closet. No, I mean literally. Oops?


Katchoo: *snoring*

Lacey: That doesn't happen all the time. Boy, that puts a crimp in my broadcast wrapup.

*chittering*

Oh, good point. Well, that's gonna do it for us tonight here on WTFH. This is Lacey Burrows, on behalf of my inebriated unconscious lump of cohost, wishing all you social butterflies a good night. Bye, everyone!

[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-07-10 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
And you have earwormed me RIGHT BEFORE I SLEEP. CRUEL! CRUEL, I SAY!