Fandom Radio, July 29

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Lacey: Hi, everybody! I know, it's Wednesday, you weren't expecting to hear us, right? Surprise!

Katchoo: Oooh. So surprised. Really. You know, you're disgustingly cheerful.

Lacey: Hey. I'll have you know I'm not in any better of a mood than I normally am when we're on the air.

Katchoo: My point.

Lacey: Right. So, what have you all been up to today, Fandom?

Classes

Katchoo: Survival . . . played hide-and-seek. In gym uniforms, natch. 'cause, y'know, if you ever gotta hide for the sake of your life, you'll know it's safe to come out when someone yells "olly olly oxen free." Or just hope you can hide all class without Dreadlocks Dex finding you. One way or the other. Useful skill. Loki was MIA for Life's Little Quirks, in a stunning concrete example of a quirk, so everybody had to figure out if they were gonna stay or go, and *feedback* you, squirrel, you're not gonna earworm me tonight, and I'm so frikkin' glad this isn't the other week with the stupid random singing.

Lacey: Criminal Justice got off easy on account of Gibbs not managing to program the Danger Shop properly, but Diana had to collect her evidence bag when she came to apologize for missing class last week. I bet I could program the Danger Shop.

Katchoo: Geez, I'd rake in the big bucks in Vegas betting against that, if there were books for it. That'd be nice. Diana had to make apologies to Abby Irene, too, in Thaumaturgic Forensics, where they learned about collecting emotional evidence from a crime scene. I've been in Fandom too frikkin' long; I actually get what that means. Practical Weaponry got a movie day. Lazy day for classes all around, and in the library, where Peter with the Dashboard Confessional hair found Sam asleep. Geez, and woke him up to talk about changing visions. Did you at least bring him coffee first? You don't have those conversations half asleep.

Dorms

Lacey: Rachel was meditating on the dorm roof this morning, but Ned was falling asleep in his room. So early in the day? Really? So was Rose, at least until Jack Priest woke her up. People, normal sleep schedules would really help with this.

Katchoo: It's Fandom, and you're talking about normal? What the hell world do you live i -- don't answer that. Triela was blowing off steam at the gun range, and that sounds like a good idea -- nothing like loud violent sounds for catharsis. Mullet-boy Jack was getting in some practice too, and wanted to know if anything weird's happened to her lately. And again I say, it's Fandom. Are we talking normal-standards weird or Fandom-standards? Be more specific about these things, people. And quit frikkin' falling asleep; it makes the squirrels think it's news, which means I gotta read about stuff like Hurley enjoying the dream he woke up from, Mullet-boy Jack waking up, Dinah going to find Priestly after a nightmare, Griff and Alex Karev comparing their bad sleep experiences, Karla waking up from a nightmare, and Elena calling people when she woke up from one. WHAT THE FRIKKIN' HELL, PEOPLE. STOP SLEEPING AND MAKING ME HAVE TO REPORT ON IT.

Lacey: You know, if you're going to complain about it, I'm sure the squirrels can hook you up with notes about how many breaths various people took per minute.

Katchoo: Funny, Lacey. Really funny.

Lacey: . . . oh my gosh.

Katchoo: What?

Lacey: Priestly got rid of his mohawk and piercings? He got rid of them? Do you have any idea what this is going to do to the vibe at the diner on Thursdays?!? I don't blame Claudia for thinking he might've been gremlin-bitten. I don't think I can mentally picture this at all. Oh. Oh. He had to clean up to go see his mom, as he explained to Sam Winchester.

Katchoo: I wish I could say I was surprised that some kid changing his hairstyle could rock your world so profoundly, Lacey. I also wish I had a million dollars, but instead I'm here working for rum. Magic Reserves met to talk about their feelings and share strange dreams. Sounds more like a group therapy session with mingling if you ask me, but what the hell do I know? Tara talked to Francine about weird dreams -- Francie? Does this explain the voicemail that finally came through? -- and Karla had to get Zack and Dinah to share with the class. Francine mentioned something about seeing something in the mirror, which I'm assuming isn't the glob of toothpaste I left on there last night, and Savannah got a hug from Karla after dreaming about losing her magic. Karla and Merlin were around to talk to, if you were into that.

Lacey: Robin --

Katchoo: -- not the one who makes you squeal at a pitch that makes every dog on the island pay attention --

Lacey: -- was singing on the dorm steps and being, I quote, "an emo frog." This is apparently the sort of thing that got noticed by Shilo and a frowning Agnes, who wanted to know if he was okay. Savannah woke up screaming in her room tonight, Griff woke up on the beach, and I'm starting to see your point about all the reports of sleepy people.

Katchoo: Took you long enough.

Town

Katchoo: Yeah. So. Quiet day for Naomi at Stark Industries, Joan at the flower shop, me at Strokes of Genius, and Gwynn at the Gig, but we weren't sleeping, which is more than I can say for Shilo at the art gallery and Samuel at the clinic. Mina was at least trying not to fall asleep at the Perk.

Lacey: I don't know if all of this is going to help or hurt coffee sales in town, honestly. Veronica was at the Perk, too, downing tons of it so maybe it'll be a good thing for sales. Tyler got snarky with her, in a water-is-wet kind of way, before the conversation turned to weird dreams about people they know. She got a phone call from Mac, told Tim the island had something to do with him being tired, which seems like a weird logical leap to me but it is Fandom, and got to hear from Dani Reese that she looks like crap. Well, that's charming. Over at Imperial Brim, Irulan stopped in to see how Jack Burton's first day on the job went, and at Android's Dungeon Claire got a visit from Savannah to make plans for lunch on Friday.

Katchoo: Aphrodite -- seriously? -- was arguing about tentacle porn with someone at Dite's Decadent Delights, and the first squirrel who makes a cup size joke about that is getting kicked out the window. Geez, what the hell went down there today? First Fiona came to talk to her about life sucking -- cry me a river -- and Dinah, Karla, and Rachel came in to look for nightgowns and learn not to call the place a brothel and talk about possible boyfriends with Fiona and I'm surprised this note didn't end with something about games of truth or dare in their pajamas. Nope, just something about Rachel being shocked about Aphrodite being a goddess and probably about the brothels in Karla's home world. She shocks easily, I'm pretty sure. Even with that door kink of hers. And then Dinah passed out holding Fiona's thermos, which pissed Aphrodite off, and Karla and Rachel couldn't get her to wake up. Although she did eventually, and told them it was just a dream.

Lacey: And I bet you're too young to remember people getting mad about that one TV show that brought someone back to life by saying his death was just a dream he had in the shower.

Katchoo: If that was a joke, it was lame.

Lacey: Gosh, someone's touchy tonight.

Katchoo: Bite me -- OW, FRIKKIN' SQUIRREL, NOT YOU!

*evil gleeful chittering*

Lacey: I have never seen a squirrel look that self-satisfied in my life until now. Irulan was at the, uh . . . the . . . adult toy store, but just to shop. Ino was studying at Wellspring Arms, though presumably not while Dani Reese came to ask about the shooting range. And finally, down at Caritas, Penelope was trying out drink recipes and testing them on Hurley, who came in for his usual visit and mentioned his strange dreams.


Katchoo: Geez, there something in the water?

Lacey: I don't know. I'm not sleepy at all.

Katchoo: You're also not a lot of things at all.

Lacey: What's that supposed to mean?

Katchoo: Never mind. Say good night, Lacey.

Lacey: Good night -- Fandom. Ha! You thought you were going to get me with that one, didn't you? Didn't you? Well, nice try, but it's not going to --

Katchoo: AW, FOR PETE'S SAKE, YA MORON, WILL YOU FRIKKIN' SHUT U --

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