Fandom Radio, August 27

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Lacey: Evening, everybody! Everybody enjoying their break week? This is Lacey Burrows, of course, here with you on WTFH Radio along with my . . . surprisingly subdued cohost.

Katchoo: You want subdued, you ditz, I'll give you subdued. To the jaw.

Lacey: Right then. Where were we? Oh, right. News! What do you think? Are we ready to wade on in?

Katchoo: Oh, yeah. Lemme just roll up my pant legs here.



School

Lacey: Class? None.

Katchoo: Much like --

Lacey and Katchoo: -- you.

. . .

Katchoo and Lacey: Hey!

Lacey: Anakin was busy, though. First he had a training program run in the Danger Shop with Zack, and had office hours, including a visit from Rachel for her usual lesson.

Dorms

Katchoo: Fine, I get this part. Peter Petrelli's packing got interrupted --

Lacey: "Interrupted" doesn't start with a P.

Katchoo: . . . in case you were wondering what interrupted meant that was your example there, kiddies. Interrupted by him painting all over the floor and then kinda freaking about it. Least Sam showed up and made him feel better. Lion-O's back, and his "What I Did On My Summer Vacation" essay's probably gonna be all about the joy of growth spurts since he was wondering if the place got smaller while he was gone. Rose is back too, no word on a growth spurt, but she wasn't exactly jumping for joy when Morgana welcomed her back. Ellie's back from break too, and Jennifer welcomed her back by . . . telling her how her trip home sucked. Sense a theme here? Yeah? Too bad, theme's over. Jack Burton woke up and checked his schedule and really, squirrels, that's all? Really? Eve was in her room for --

*chittering*

No, I'm not gonna --

*IMPATIENT CHITTERING*

*thunk*

OKAY, GEEZ, OKAY, I'LL *feedback*IN' SAY IT, GAWD. Stupid squirrels want me to say it was hardcore online shopping. As opposed to the other kind.

Lacey: Aww, new theme now.

Katchoo: Eh? Oh. Yeah. Claudia got a phone call that made her cry, since apparently someone wants her to be at the airport tomorrow. And Ronan -- that's Irish, not the teacher -- was packing to head out too. Dinah brought him a goodbye present from Canada, Jack Priest gave him crap about not being social enough before he left, Hoshi hoped he'd keep in touch, and oh yeah, I was there. Irish, you get yourself hurt, I'm gonna come kick your *feedback*, you got that?

Lacey: Were you just nice about someone leaving?

Katchoo: Maybe. You wanna make something of it?

Lacey: I think I'm actually a little flabbergasted.

Katchoo: Yeah? Read these, then. You'll get right over it.

Lacey: Oh, funny. Alex Karev was on the roof tonight, smoking, like my unpleasantly fragrant cohost probably was before she got here. Rose wanted to know if he'd moved up there, and then . . . oh. Aw. There was a fight. Jaina was in the third floor common room, watching one of those 1980s moves about dancing and working at the same time.

Katchoo: No fighting there? Right? . . . damn. Claire didn't think this was Jaina's type of movie, and Jaina said she'd seen the gremlin bite version, and god, I still wish that didn't make so much sense right off. Zayne told Jaina he didn't realize datapads hadn't changed that much in a few thousand years. So she asked if she could take his apart. Diana wasn't sure what a datapad was, and that ended up with 'em talking about criminal justice class. Right. I don't make up the segues, I just read this crap, okay? Lois is back, and there was hugging from her and Jaina. Tiny Creepy Kid asked Jaina about work and how she got herself more of it. Masochists. Zayne and Tiny Creepy Kid were bracing themselves for possible new Jedi newbies. Look, just stay the hell away from the picnic if you're worried about trauma. Geez. Diana quoted the movie at Jaina, and just confused her more. Way to go.

Town

Lacey: Yes, yes, way to go. Go right into town news. Ned left today, and without giving me a chance to get him a goodbye present. *sniffles* Kaylee saw him off, though. Aww. He was a good employee. Peyton had her last shift at Groovy Tunes, and Millie was not on her last shift at Book Haven. Helen was at the Gig, where Hurley was surprised there were actual animals.

Katchoo: Gawd. Just gimme the damn rum already.

Lacey: I beg your pardon. My turn? I said no interruption. At the Trooper Station, Detective Reese was bored until Ray suggested going on patrol. And then they started talking about staff poker.

Katchoo: Heh.

Lacey: Huh?

Katchoo: Never mind. Read.

Lacey: Right. Hey, , Gibbs got invited to poker anyway, even if he told Reese paperwork was better than having a case to solve. He also dropped in on my cohost at Strokes of Genius, looking for woodworking tools. Murdock said goodbye to the fish at Freelance Police HQ, at least until Max started talking about shooting them. I'd avoid that, like Hoshi tried to avoid Gunther at the Arms. At Stark Industries, Lindsay was on a teleconference about people hiding things in their hair. Turtle and Canary was being run by Apu today, and over at the newly renamed Fourth Dimension, formerly York, Gallery, Sophie got a visit from Detective Reese on patrol. The detective got tea out of it, even if she thinks it's too quiet and mystical here. Detective, if you're worried about the quiet, you can always have my cohost start yelling. It'll fix that right up. Promise.

Katchoo: I'LL GIVE YOU YELLING, YOU --

Lacey: See? All better. A visit from Leto at Covent Garden Flowers distracted Dinah from having fun with the price gun, and a visit from Fred at the Magic Box was probably a less fun distraction for Tara, although Diana's visit might have been better. My poor Luke's Diner employee, Priestly, got awful news about Claudia being called home, where her parents are going to make her repeat her junior year -- awww. Priestly, if you need someone to talk to . . .

Katchoo: It probably won't be you.

Lacey: Castiel's sermon at Our Lady of Fandom today was about quantum physics, and God being like Schrodinger's cat. That . . . sounds more interesting than a lot of the services I've been to. Dimitri -- welcome to town, Dimitri! -- was in the park, having a battle of wills with the flamingos, until Mina wanted to know why he was making notes on a map, and Oz wondered why he was facing off with the birds.

Katchoo: Everybody's gotta have a hobby, right?

Lacey: Or, you know. Several. Jon was restocking at Guilty as Charged, while listening to Led Zeppelin. Tino was stocking up on something at Caritas. Namely drunkenness, getting into a drinking contest with Ben Reilly. Who was drinking water. Tully was worried about Tino. Vince, on the other hand, was more interested in getting a redheaded slut. The liquid kind.

Katchoo: Charming. Really. Aaaaaaaaaaand, over at the clinic, Doc Simon was on a teapot hunt. Hobby? Caffeine fix? You decide, 'cause we're outta stuff to read, and I'm out of here.

Lacey: We are in fact out of things to read, and I'd like to take this moment to be more graceful about wishing you all a good night. It's been a blast bringing you the news this summer, and we both appreciate it -- really, we both do -- and hope you'll consider v --

*irritated chittering*

*click*