Fandom Radio, Monday, November 30

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Sam: Good evening, Fandom, and welcome back to those of you who went home or somewhere else over the weekend.

Andy: Hopefully everybody's out of turkey induced comas by now.

Sam: And still enjoying leftovers, unless you have a brother who eats everything like I do.

Andy: You just need to get a bigger turkey then.

Sam: Or twice as much pie. I think that might end up being half the meal someday.

Andy: You could split the difference and maybe get like turkey pot pies.

Sam: ...you know, that's actually kind of an intriguing idea. Consider yourself invited to Thanksgiving next year.

Andy: Cool.

Sam: Here, I'll get started on the notes before the squirrels start throwing papers at us. Don't think I don't see you guys thinking about it.


School Things

Sam: Applied Science had a "things-that-go-boom" class trying to make cannons out of trees, because the people here don't know enough crazy ways to make things explode already.

Hubris from Revelation discussed religion-based prophecy with a particular emphasis on the difference between prophets and oracles. Then, everyone had a chance to do some divination for themselves.

Physical Films had class in a Danger Shop-created Ikea store, and while they still had to wear their uniforms, the running shoes probably came in handy for getting through their assigned holiday shopping before settling down to watch a Christmas movie.

The Care for Magical Creatures class talked about trolls and made up stories where the troll was the good guy, which is crap because trolls are never good, especially the kind who like to kidnap people and threaten to mate with them. Or so I've heard.

Andy: There...sounds like there's a story behind that.

Sam: We kind of got invaded by trolls once. The females were pretty, but...handsy.

Andy: This place just keeps getting weirder.

Sam: Just be glad you weren't here, or you might have had one telling you how cute you are too. Rose and Kyle were in charge of Sex Ed today, so everyone went around the room and came up with something they'd learned about sex that didn't come from class, while Rose teased Kyle about noticing television's obsession with sex. It's really not that hard to miss, even for people who aren't from around here.

And the fencing club moved from their usual quiet environment to a carnival so everyone could practice fighting in a "strange" circumstance. There was a bit of surprise and confusion while everyone arrived and got ready, and then the group was attacked by clowns. So, I guess it was more "terrifying" than "strange" in the end.

Andy: You don't like clowns?

Sam: ...you could say that, yeah.

Andy: Bummer. Must make the circus less than fun.


Dorm Things

Andy: Over in the dorms, Zayne got back from his trip home and Mat tuned back into a human, all covered in pizza sauce. That's a new one.

Sam: That's a new one for me too. Usually there's an embarrassing lack of clothing.

Andy: At least maybe this means you don't get the sauce on your clothes. Elena was emailing and chatting with Rose about Thanksgiving and how wrong it was that they didn't get drunk together. Uh, maybe it's just me, but I'd think that is something that's pretty easy to rectify.

Mat announced he's no longer a bloody fox -- or a pizza sauce covered fox -- and Elena insisted he's still a fox, just the human kind you flirt with. Elena also got a phone call.

Another person who got a phonecall was Ino, while she was doing paperwork. Triela lurked in the doorway looking for a distraction and then there's something about making shoes out of people. Uh, that's either something that's gone very wrong in squirrel translation or is very very disturbing.

Sam: Is it mean if I say it might not be a mistranslation with those girls?

Andy: Maybe, but also maybe true. Which is why it's very disturbing. Griff wasn't happy to have gotten caught out in the rain and Alex Karev mocked him, then told him he's getting sexiled later this week. Gee, that's cold man.

Francine was ignoring her laundry, while checking out a book and texting with Merlin. Dinah came by to make Francine open her SAT scores for her. Y'know, if you can take the test, I think you should be able to look at the results yourself.

Sam: I don't know, it depends on how well you think you did. If you might have done terribly, having someone else tell you is nicer.

Andy: See, I'd think it would just be the opposite because if you sucked, you wouldn't want anybody else to know. Down in the salle this morning Arthur was working out in his chainmail. Merlin was playing with his phone, which was playing music and annoying the crap out of Arthur. Dinah and Arthur discussed the holiday trip to Wayne Manor and Dinah talked about wanting to get a motorcycle.

And up in the fourth floor common room this evening, Triela was staring into space, drinking tea, and not really watching TV. Makes me wonder what exactly was in that tea.

Leda and Triela caught up on their days off. Momo bounced into the room, drawn by the siren lure of the low budget flick, much to Leda's amusement, but Triela was just rather... well, the squirrels here have written WTF.

Sam: Maybe there really was something in that tea after all.


Town Things

Sam: Ender was working on building a telegraph at Stark Industries, either for nostalgia, or because we've gone back in time. He got visits from Ben, who brought coffee and talked about how Thanksgiving weekend went, and Jack Priest, who talked with him about philosophy and their respective weekends too.

Lacey was glued to the phone at Luke's Diner - figuratively, that is - Alex came armed with coffee to work at the Magic Box, and Worf attempted to do some Christmas shopping at the Wellspring Arms before Rose stopped by with her twin droid babies, and they talked about what a cute baby Worf must have been. I'll agree with that, because almost all babies are automatically cute.

Irulan was looking for a website designer at the Imperial Brim, and Tim came by looking for a helm for his quest, which might have had something to do with the fact that he got bitten by a gremlin. If anyone over at MCA hears singing, he's your source.

Andy: Those gremlins definitely seem to be a music loving bunch, don't they?

Sam: Yeah, I'm sure it's the music they love, and not the biting part.

Andy: Well, yeah, generally they like the biting too, but if it was just that there wouldn't be show tunes involved nearly as often.

Sam: Okay, that's a good point. A scary point, but a good one. Adrian left a note for Tino to call out sick from Caritas, for which the patrons were grateful, I'm sure. No one wants a sick bartender making them drinks. And Millie and Proudfoot were ready for anything at the clinic.

Andy: Including sick bartenders?

Sam: I would certainly think so.

Andy: That's all the notes I have. You?

Sam: That's it for me too. And I haven't made myself hungry this week, so that's a bonus.

Andy: Not even for turkey pot pie?

Sam: Well, maybe a little. We should go before you give me any more food ideas.

Andy: Night, Fandom.