Pirate Radio, Sunday, May 28

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This be likeguidelines bringin' ye the good, the bad, and 'n the terribly uncoordinated on this fine night in Fandom. And aye, Johnina, I be lookin' at ye. And ye, too, Greggette. Let's start wit' that.

Bouncin' happy cheerleader-types

Buffy be holdin' cheerleadin' tryouts today. Wenches in short skirts. I be praisin' yer initiative. Molly, Marie, Janet, Phoebe, Lana, 'n Alec--who be not a wench, as far as I be aware--be thar t' judge th' proceedings. They be goin' about as well as could be expected. Jamie 'n his merry band o' other Jamies be tryin' out. D'anna be thar, and Pippi, and Nadia, who be sportin' an interestin' accent, as well as a mallet. Well, the mascot do be the gremlins. I be supposin' a mallet be appropriate. Walter also be tryin' out, as well as Isabel 'n Cordelia 'n Demyx 'n Elizabeth 'n *snicker* Hamlet. And two very lovely wenches named Johnina 'n Greggette be thar as well, but it be seemin' that they be terribly shy when it comes t' undressin' in front o' crowds o' people 'n ran away. That be such a shame. Pippi, Aeryn, Parker, Elizabeth, D'anna, Tyler, Cameron, and Isabel be thar t' mock. As ye should.

Happy camper-types

Over at Seahorse, where the men be shirtless 'n the wenches be grateful, Jaye 'n Sam-who-be-a-wench be talkin' about Jaye's toaster's love life. As ye do. Elizabeth be stoppin' by as well, and chattin' about books 'n poker. Poker be soundin' more summer-like if ye ask me. Which I be realizin' no one has. Tempe be talkin' t' Sam-who-be-a-wench about adjustin' t' life in Fandom. Has anyone told ye about the Sock-eatin' Monster on the third floor? Because it be totally real. Jaye be gettin' grief from Dean-who-be-not-Alec fer her late night activities wit' Alec-who-be-not-Dean. And Sam-who-be-wench be talkin' wit' Dean-who-be-not-Alec about doppelgangers. *shuffles papers* Which be, I think, somethin' ye can pick up at Jeff, God o' Biscuits. Or mayhaps ye need a shot fer it.

And then Jack be stoppin' by t' pick Sam-who-be-a-wench up fer their date in the park.

Meanwhile, inside Seahorse, Sam-who-be-not-a-wench 'n Dean-who-be-not-Alec be plottin' thar dastardly revenge against Jaye 'n Alec-who-be-not-Dean. And that revenge? Be sweet indeed. Sorry about yer pants, Alec.

At Meerkat, where the wenches be schemin' 'n we love 'em that way, Molly 'n Cam be talkin' about flight simulators, Dawn be writin' letters home, and Greg be askin' Isabel out. Another star-crossed love between Stickbug 'n Meerkat! Someone should write a ballad.

At Squirrel, where they all be nuts--*pause*--I be apologizin' fer that pun--Pippi be wakin' up, Walter 'n Nadia be talkin' strangely, 'n Pip be hearin' about cheerleadin' tryouts from Pippi. Nadia be makin' some lovely drawings and Seras be writin' home.

Writin' seems t' have been a trend today. Parker, over in Pangolin, be pennin' some points t' people as well. Elizabeth be thar, too, recoverin' from pullin' somethin' at cheer tryouts. This be why exercise be evil. Z be thar, celebratin' her birthday. Happy birthday, Z!

*sounds of Happy Birthday with poorly dubbed banthabell*

And in Flamingo, where the graduates be livin' so I be not stupid enough t' mock them, Veronica 'n Anakin be talkin' about field trips 'n post-graduation-type things.

Tonight over at Aye Aye, where ye be not havin' t' say everythin' twice twice, Tempe be covered in glitter. In case ye be wonderin', no, thar be no boykissy involved. Or girlkissy. Sorry, Jaye. She be cuddlin' Sawyer, who then also be covered in glitter. That be how disease can be spread, too, so be sure to practice safe scrapbookin'. *snickering* Tim be thar, chattin' wit' Tempe and Sawyer, and Anakin be thar wonderin' if thar be a glitter monster. Aye, Anakin, it be a glitter monster. Ye can only kill it wit' a banthabell rendition o' "Little Bunny Foo Foo." Go forth 'n conquer. Bridge be thar, talkin' wit' Anakin, Tim, 'n --I know this be a shock t' ye--Xander. Sawyer 'n Tempe be retirin' t' his bunk after the campfire be over. Remember what I be sayin' about safe scrapbookin'.

In Stickbug, where all o' them be frankly out o' their minds, but in a good way, Peter-who-be-a-Parker be writin' an email, and John be tryin' t' convince Aeryn that he was in no way at the cheerleadin' tryouts. See? Out o' their minds. And kind o' suicidal, frankly.

At Three-Toed Sloth, where the rumor be havin' it that the occupants also be havin' only three toes, Bel be lightin' Marie's fire. *papers shuffle* I be havin' nothin' t' tell me if that be a euphemism. Marie 'n Kaylee be talkin' cheerleadin', Hermione 'n Marie be talkin' about books, Kaylee 'n Hermione be talkin' about other planets, Hermione be explainin' motorcycles t' Briar, 'n Briar be meetin' Marie 'n Kaylee.

Over at Puffin, where the campers be...*sigh* I be havin' nothin on Puffins. Anyway, Tim be thar on the roof, shinin' his flashlight on Alphonse. *papers shuffle* That might be a euphemism. He also be doin' it t' Sakurazaki before Sakurazaki talks wit' Ranma. Alphonse 'n Pippi be havin' an adventure earlier today lookin' fer mines. And they were in no way followed. In case anyone had been wonderin'. And now thar be another Puffin on the roof. What be wrong wit' the ground, I be askin'?

And crazy people be livin' in Snake. Exhibit A: Briar, who be talkin' t' himself.

Happy townies who be not livin' in the woods, thank ye kindly

Cam be up t' take pictures o' the sunrise. What be wrong wit' ye? If the Almighty be wantin' us t' see the sunrise, He'd've scheduled it fer a more convenient time.

Tim be openin' Luke's fer Sunday Brunch. Tim 'n Pippi talk cheerleadin' 'n Nadia 'n Walter talk wit' silly accents.

Clark be joggin' in the park, and Max 'n Tyler be havin' a date at the Perk before Max be takin' Tyler fer a ride on her motorcycle. *papers shuffle* That might be a euphemism, too. Speakin' o' euphemisms, Bridge 'n Xander be on a date. *pause* Okay, that be not speakin' o' euphemisms at all. Nadia 'n Walter be cute in the woods.

Empire Records be playin' Rob Thomas, but no one be runnin' in fear from it 'n hurtin' themselves because the clinic be empty in the mornin' 'n evenin'.

That be all from the Crow's Nest! Keep an eye out fer Matey-wit'-the-Hat 'n have a good night!

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[conathon.livejournal.com]

Sawyer facepalms at Barbossa's referrence to 'saf scrapbooking'. He might facepalm more than once.

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

[ooc: *dies and dies and dies laughing. You so win*]

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

Tempe stared at the radio.

"So that's what they mean by scrapbooking!"

And then, she facepalmed.

"And we weren't! It was all innocent!" Or mostly innocent, anyway.

[OOC: I love you forever. Honestly. *giggles*]