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Fandom Radio, May 30
Hello and good evening to you, Fandom! This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy, and I did not get lost in the woods today. I didn't do much of anything else, actually, but at least I did not get lost in the woods. I consider this an accomplishment.
Schooling of the Outdoorsy Type
No one died in Archery today, and considering how much talking was going on, that is an auspicious start even though the arrows were only the suction-cup variety. Even more miraculously, I can report that no one died even though Molly, Parker, and Buffy actually asked Miho questions.
Campfire Stories and Songs met, and stories about wandering adventurers like the one Professor Ted told are -- well, you can't go wrong with those. It was Walter's turn to tell a story, today, and he chose to relate a tale of a ghost in wartime. And then everyone sang a hymn to the lithe and lovely Principal Washburn.
Yes, I tend to call her that quite frequently. I like the alliteration.
In First Aid, there were introductions again. And why not? They learned something called the Heimlich maneuver. What are you all, bloody tank commanders now? Rescue breathing, which I assume is not as dirty as it sounds, was practiced once the students paired off.
Well. Given you lot? It could well be dirtier than it sounds. I wonder if that has anything to do with what Original Alliterative Peter and Seras talked to Doctor Reid about after class?
The writing workshop wrote obituaries. How . . . cheerful. Cameron and Marie seemed a bit uneasy about choosing someone to . . . obituate? Obituarize? Write about. Alanna had her qualms as well.
In Documentary and Filmmaking, students extolled the wonder and glory of the different types of documentaries, mulled over topics for their projects, and signed up for said topics. In the not-as-dirty-as-it-sounds-I-hope Scoobying class, students played the game of Two Truths and a Lie, which was a classic even in my time, I'll have you know. We didn't get t-shirts for it, though. Mostly because t-shirts didn't exactly exist at the time. It should also be noted that Willow most assuredly did not crash the workshop.
Roughing It (But Not Really) In the Crew Berths
Peter Griffin was singing in a towel in the Snake cabin, while in Pangolin Z Delgado got a birthday cheesecake. Congratulations? At the Seahorse campfire, Buffy enlisted Alec's help with finding a new cell phone even though she'd had no trouble calling her mother on her phone this morning, and a hung over Jaye talked to Alec about last night.
Aeryn was in the gym, where she was joined by a disgruntled Anakin, and by Molly, who was interested in learning some moves.
Smurfy? Possibly. Pip and Pippi were exploring a large hole. That could definitely be smurfy.
Bridge and Parker talked at the Pangolin campfire about the radio -- what about it? -- and workshops, and truths and lies. Tim went exploring the preserve with Ranma, and later gotlost in the woods? My God, I completely sympathize. Has he come back out yet?
Jack came back, though! And he visited Cedric.
Everyone was writing today. Well, almost everyone. Tyler wrote in his journal, Xander wrote email and received some, which means someone else was writing some too, Nadia and Walter were being secretive about a letter, D'anna sent an email to Krycek, and Cally and Willow were both writing . . . something. Meanwhile, Nadia was roving about taking pictures, and after Sakurazaki got some letters, she and Ranma talked in Japanese. There was also screaming, apparently.
Speaking of screaming, a hung over Anakin, who was working on Alec's motorcycle and talking to Tyler about it, seems to have had a fight with Parker. Oh, dear. He also had a talk with Cameron about Molly. That does not, however, appear to have been a fight.
In the Wardroom and Sickbay
In the mess hall, Nadia and Pippi made plans for an art project, and Tim had lunch.
Doctor Pevensie talked to Buffy at the clinic, with promises of lollipops. Doctor Troy was reading Maxim on his shift. I'm . . . intrigued by this "Maxim" title. Where can I get a hold of one of these?
On Shore Leave, Which Is Still a Longer Walk Today
My Clockwork classmate John Connor opened Sparky Repairs today, Wonka's was open, All and Sundies was abounding with turnips, and Jamie -- just one of him, as my notes are careful to inform me, opened Empire Records. Things were a bit busier at Aereopagitica, where Tim came in fretting about the woods -- and with good reason, as it turned out -- and Alfred was looking for a book. As one does at bookstores. Unbelievable, isn't it? Dean and Dawn paid Mister Giles a visit as well, before being "aww-inspiring," as my notes say, at Luke's.
Charlie Kawalsky and Sam Carter were talking at the duck pond, while Willow, Doctor Pevensie, and Peter-my-fellow-countryman went hiking today. To all appearances they did not get lost. Fortuitous, isn't it?
Cafe Fina was quiet, as was Caritas, although not quite as quiet since I was there. Of course I was. It's Tuesday, after all.
And that, dear denizens of Fandom, is all the news we have on our fair island tonight. I do believe I hear my bed calling my name. Not literally, thank God, although around here that's always possible. If that actually happens, I'll be sleeping on the ground outside. At any rate, this is Archie Kennedy striking colors and signing off, wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies, and a very good, non-hung-over night indeed.
Schooling of the Outdoorsy Type
No one died in Archery today, and considering how much talking was going on, that is an auspicious start even though the arrows were only the suction-cup variety. Even more miraculously, I can report that no one died even though Molly, Parker, and Buffy actually asked Miho questions.
Campfire Stories and Songs met, and stories about wandering adventurers like the one Professor Ted told are -- well, you can't go wrong with those. It was Walter's turn to tell a story, today, and he chose to relate a tale of a ghost in wartime. And then everyone sang a hymn to the lithe and lovely Principal Washburn.
Yes, I tend to call her that quite frequently. I like the alliteration.
In First Aid, there were introductions again. And why not? They learned something called the Heimlich maneuver. What are you all, bloody tank commanders now? Rescue breathing, which I assume is not as dirty as it sounds, was practiced once the students paired off.
Well. Given you lot? It could well be dirtier than it sounds. I wonder if that has anything to do with what Original Alliterative Peter and Seras talked to Doctor Reid about after class?
The writing workshop wrote obituaries. How . . . cheerful. Cameron and Marie seemed a bit uneasy about choosing someone to . . . obituate? Obituarize? Write about. Alanna had her qualms as well.
In Documentary and Filmmaking, students extolled the wonder and glory of the different types of documentaries, mulled over topics for their projects, and signed up for said topics. In the not-as-dirty-as-it-sounds-I-hope Scoobying class, students played the game of Two Truths and a Lie, which was a classic even in my time, I'll have you know. We didn't get t-shirts for it, though. Mostly because t-shirts didn't exactly exist at the time. It should also be noted that Willow most assuredly did not crash the workshop.
Roughing It (But Not Really) In the Crew Berths
Peter Griffin was singing in a towel in the Snake cabin, while in Pangolin Z Delgado got a birthday cheesecake. Congratulations? At the Seahorse campfire, Buffy enlisted Alec's help with finding a new cell phone even though she'd had no trouble calling her mother on her phone this morning, and a hung over Jaye talked to Alec about last night.
Aeryn was in the gym, where she was joined by a disgruntled Anakin, and by Molly, who was interested in learning some moves.
Smurfy? Possibly. Pip and Pippi were exploring a large hole. That could definitely be smurfy.
Bridge and Parker talked at the Pangolin campfire about the radio -- what about it? -- and workshops, and truths and lies. Tim went exploring the preserve with Ranma, and later gotlost in the woods? My God, I completely sympathize. Has he come back out yet?
Jack came back, though! And he visited Cedric.
Everyone was writing today. Well, almost everyone. Tyler wrote in his journal, Xander wrote email and received some, which means someone else was writing some too, Nadia and Walter were being secretive about a letter, D'anna sent an email to Krycek, and Cally and Willow were both writing . . . something. Meanwhile, Nadia was roving about taking pictures, and after Sakurazaki got some letters, she and Ranma talked in Japanese. There was also screaming, apparently.
Speaking of screaming, a hung over Anakin, who was working on Alec's motorcycle and talking to Tyler about it, seems to have had a fight with Parker. Oh, dear. He also had a talk with Cameron about Molly. That does not, however, appear to have been a fight.
In the Wardroom and Sickbay
In the mess hall, Nadia and Pippi made plans for an art project, and Tim had lunch.
Doctor Pevensie talked to Buffy at the clinic, with promises of lollipops. Doctor Troy was reading Maxim on his shift. I'm . . . intrigued by this "Maxim" title. Where can I get a hold of one of these?
On Shore Leave, Which Is Still a Longer Walk Today
My Clockwork classmate John Connor opened Sparky Repairs today, Wonka's was open, All and Sundies was abounding with turnips, and Jamie -- just one of him, as my notes are careful to inform me, opened Empire Records. Things were a bit busier at Aereopagitica, where Tim came in fretting about the woods -- and with good reason, as it turned out -- and Alfred was looking for a book. As one does at bookstores. Unbelievable, isn't it? Dean and Dawn paid Mister Giles a visit as well, before being "aww-inspiring," as my notes say, at Luke's.
Charlie Kawalsky and Sam Carter were talking at the duck pond, while Willow, Doctor Pevensie, and Peter-my-fellow-countryman went hiking today. To all appearances they did not get lost. Fortuitous, isn't it?
Cafe Fina was quiet, as was Caritas, although not quite as quiet since I was there. Of course I was. It's Tuesday, after all.
And that, dear denizens of Fandom, is all the news we have on our fair island tonight. I do believe I hear my bed calling my name. Not literally, thank God, although around here that's always possible. If that actually happens, I'll be sleeping on the ground outside. At any rate, this is Archie Kennedy striking colors and signing off, wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies, and a very good, non-hung-over night indeed.
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unless he finds the edition where KB posed.no subject