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Fandom Radio, December 15
Lacey: Evening, Fandom! Assuming you guys can hear us, that is, and this isn't turning out to be an extended duet version of "Feliz Navidad." Lacey Burrows here.
Katchoo: Yeah, she's taking a break from Treasure Madness long enough to help read the notes tonight. Isn't that nice of her?
Lacey: Because you'd be the expert on nice.
Katchoo: And don't you forget it.
Classes
Lacey: Forget what? I'm sorry, were you saying something? I was overwhelmed by this sudden unpleasant sensation, like someone shoveling a load of manure on me.
Katchoo: Y'know there's shorter ways to say that.
Lacey: Yes, but I leave that to more vulgar individuals, thank you very much. So! Classes today. Anemone locked up all the library computer equipment inside Special Collections, which was smart of her. Hopefully it doesn't make Special Collections mad. Classical Genre lived up to its name for its final, and Rick had everyone present their ideas of classic literature with a genre twist. Oooh, like Victor Hugo film noir style . . . no, that'd be scary. As for Rick, he was reading comics, unlike Helen. Fandom Versus the Real World, after their lecture and question time, discussed lessons they've learned in their time in Fandom.
Katchoo: And what a range of lessons that probably is.
Lacey: Yeah, the notes say a lot of them are about how you tend to not be yourself a lot of times.
Katchoo: Ain't that the truth. Aeryn was herself, far as we know, and there to talk to. Funny how that works. Sex Thru the Ages got a very unsexy essay final about the social understanding of sex from the past to the present. It's not the material that's unsexy necessarily.
Lacey: Just that essay-writing isn't much of a turnon?
Katchoo: Well, it could be, but do you really wanna know if it is?
Lacey: Point. But they had to get through the lecture before they could get to the essay-writing.
Katchoo: And were Algren and Kirk glad the semester's over? That'll just stay a mystery for this broadcast. Y'know. Again. If it isn't comin' out like that frikkin' SONG THAT WON'T GO AWAY OH GOD WHY WON'T IT GO AWAY.
Lacey: Because it hates us. As much as we clearly hate it. And if we didn't before tonight, I think we do now. Anyone Can Cook, after Colette's final lecture, had to make and present a dish demonstrating what they've learned this semester. Colette was there one last time, and TA-slash-sous-chef Priestly. World Wars in the Media didn't get away without one last lecture either, or an essay on approaches to war by certain countries, as well as their favorite war movies. Afterward, they got hot chocolate and cake.
*chittering*
Lacey: Dinah was there to TA and -- what?
*more chittering*
Lacey: No, I'm pretty sure the cake isn't a lie. What are you talking about?
Katchoo: Don't question the squirrel, Lacey. Just don't. Kate asked Mitchell what his plans are for next term's class. He's thinkin' horror movies. Fred was packing up his office -- guess he's done teaching -- and the stupid frikkin' song got to Summer so much, she was even typing it in her office. Anakin had his office hours today, so naturally that means it was time for the usual conga line of fangirls: Jaina, filling him in on the latest developments from home like a war bein' over, Hayley, who likes the song but was already delusional so that's not a surprise, Raven, who'd probably be right about the island driving us insane and got warned about the Christmas Shoes song -- that thing is pure evil, Karla, who wanted to discuss an ethical dilemma, and Sam Winchester with an update on some research of his. Okay, conga line of fangirls and Sam then.
Dorms
Lacey: Mostly quiet day for Sam at the Student Council coffee cart, except for a visit from Raven, who checked up on him and found out he's doing okay except for the music. Reserves met, as usual, and . . . got ordered by Arthur to go play hide-and-seek. That got a bit of a reaction from the mingling folks; Jen Walters thought it was weird, and Arthur told her to do it anyway. Kennedy thought playing a kids' game was dumb, and ended up challenging Arthur.
Katchoo: *snickering* Aw, geez, sorry I missed that. Hope you kicked her ass, Pendragon. The strategy part of the meeting was about discussing how you deal with people with unfamiliar abilities. And then there was the actual hide and seek. Mat tried to hide behind his hat, and I bet that worked real well since Illyria found him. Arthur was tracking Kennedy, and yeah, that probably ended well. For Arthur. Heh. Who was around with the other reserves guys to talk to.
Lacey: You look way too smug right now. It's almost like you're happy. Stop it; it's disturbing. Jak, the one who's nice enough to help keep my storage room from overflowing with Beaver Buzz, was in the fourth floor common room watching motorcycle racing. Tara came in to make soup, and talked to Jak about . . . her roommate who doesn't eat, and a possible intervention there. Hannibal got nachos from Jak and enthused about the motorcycle racing with him --
Katchoo: Did you really just say enthused?
Lacey: It's a nice word, okay?
Katchoo: Right. Whatever.
Lacey: Bobby met Jak, but some onscreen motorcycle drama derailed their attempt at introductions. Tara offered Bobby soup, and he told her he usually ends up burning it. That's actually a lot easier than you'd think it might be, but it's still a depressing thought. Hannibal and Bobby bonded over how golf is lame and things going fast are the opposite of lame.
Katchoo: Ugh. Golf. Alex Karev used cigarettes and laziness to ignore the STUPID FRIKKIN' SONG FROM HELL. Wish Francine and I could've done that, but my evil demonspawn clock was playing it too.
Lacey: Probably because you keep calling it horrible things like an evil demonspawn clock. Just a suggestion.
Katchoo: I'll ask for your suggestions if I ever want 'em. Like an hour after hell freezes over.
Town
Lacey: Poor Spock was cold over at Stark Industries; Jill killed the radio at Fourth Dimension Art Gallery, which was probably cathartic. And a warm fuzzy moment, given today. Jono was at Groovy Tunes playing his guitar, and Didi came by to discuss the song I'm sure we've all heard a million times today, and possibly get an in-store concert at Turtle and Canary. I'm sure that would've been preferable to having to keep wearing earmuffs to block out . . . you know. That song.
Katchoo: I'm practically hearing the Capital Letters when you say "that song" now.
Lacey: Yes. Well. Robin the frog came caroling at Photo Hut -- so much for Jack Burton's on-the-clock nap, I guess. Hinata, luckily, had a quiet day at Book Haven, Raven was meditating at Dite's Decadent Delights to ignore the radio, and Ino was at Covent Garden Flowers leaving notes. Not like squirrel notes, though, I don't think. Fiona was looking for Christmas presents at Cabot and Associates, and Kris, our newest arrival in town, was at work at the Gig and got to meet Tully and Mr. Twain. Gunther, on the other hand, was being very inconsiderate at the Arms Hotel, and turning the radio back on every time Mary turned it off.
Katchoo: Wow. That puts the aggressive in passive-aggressive today. Android's Dungeon was running bad movies, no word on whether That Song showed up to drive Tim insane; Oz had anti-holiday incense on sale at Coyote Medicine.
Lacey: Aw, anti-holiday?
Katchoo: Can it, insane elf wannabe. Lion-O was at Cafe Fina trying all the dishes -- the food, not the serving staff. I hope. Loki was in at MHA, trying to find a class to teach next semester. Rose threw some Jessi girl out of Atlas Gym because of something about her and Dimitri, not that Jack Priest found out why when he came in for a spar with Rose.
Lacey: And that's why we have radio notes, I guess. Jack O'Neill, speaking of radios, was threatening the one on his boat, and mocking Claire for demanding a blood test when she came by to tell him they're not related.
Katchoo: Considering last weekend, that probably makes sense, but I'm trying not to think about it.
Lacey: Yeah. And down at the clinic, Bones's way of coping with the music was to rip up a newspaper.
Katchoo: Y'know, radio playlists have gotten stupidly limited the last few years, but this is ridiculous.
Lacey: It really is. It's completely different from, say, watching that televised fire log for hours on end.
Katchoo: . . . yeah, on that note? Night, everyone.
Lacey: Night, Fandom! Oooh, I'm going to go find that log on TV now.
Katchoo: Oh, for -- *click*
Katchoo: Yeah, she's taking a break from Treasure Madness long enough to help read the notes tonight. Isn't that nice of her?
Lacey: Because you'd be the expert on nice.
Katchoo: And don't you forget it.
Classes
Lacey: Forget what? I'm sorry, were you saying something? I was overwhelmed by this sudden unpleasant sensation, like someone shoveling a load of manure on me.
Katchoo: Y'know there's shorter ways to say that.
Lacey: Yes, but I leave that to more vulgar individuals, thank you very much. So! Classes today. Anemone locked up all the library computer equipment inside Special Collections, which was smart of her. Hopefully it doesn't make Special Collections mad. Classical Genre lived up to its name for its final, and Rick had everyone present their ideas of classic literature with a genre twist. Oooh, like Victor Hugo film noir style . . . no, that'd be scary. As for Rick, he was reading comics, unlike Helen. Fandom Versus the Real World, after their lecture and question time, discussed lessons they've learned in their time in Fandom.
Katchoo: And what a range of lessons that probably is.
Lacey: Yeah, the notes say a lot of them are about how you tend to not be yourself a lot of times.
Katchoo: Ain't that the truth. Aeryn was herself, far as we know, and there to talk to. Funny how that works. Sex Thru the Ages got a very unsexy essay final about the social understanding of sex from the past to the present. It's not the material that's unsexy necessarily.
Lacey: Just that essay-writing isn't much of a turnon?
Katchoo: Well, it could be, but do you really wanna know if it is?
Lacey: Point. But they had to get through the lecture before they could get to the essay-writing.
Katchoo: And were Algren and Kirk glad the semester's over? That'll just stay a mystery for this broadcast. Y'know. Again. If it isn't comin' out like that frikkin' SONG THAT WON'T GO AWAY OH GOD WHY WON'T IT GO AWAY.
Lacey: Because it hates us. As much as we clearly hate it. And if we didn't before tonight, I think we do now. Anyone Can Cook, after Colette's final lecture, had to make and present a dish demonstrating what they've learned this semester. Colette was there one last time, and TA-slash-sous-chef Priestly. World Wars in the Media didn't get away without one last lecture either, or an essay on approaches to war by certain countries, as well as their favorite war movies. Afterward, they got hot chocolate and cake.
*chittering*
Lacey: Dinah was there to TA and -- what?
*more chittering*
Lacey: No, I'm pretty sure the cake isn't a lie. What are you talking about?
Katchoo: Don't question the squirrel, Lacey. Just don't. Kate asked Mitchell what his plans are for next term's class. He's thinkin' horror movies. Fred was packing up his office -- guess he's done teaching -- and the stupid frikkin' song got to Summer so much, she was even typing it in her office. Anakin had his office hours today, so naturally that means it was time for the usual conga line of fangirls: Jaina, filling him in on the latest developments from home like a war bein' over, Hayley, who likes the song but was already delusional so that's not a surprise, Raven, who'd probably be right about the island driving us insane and got warned about the Christmas Shoes song -- that thing is pure evil, Karla, who wanted to discuss an ethical dilemma, and Sam Winchester with an update on some research of his. Okay, conga line of fangirls and Sam then.
Dorms
Lacey: Mostly quiet day for Sam at the Student Council coffee cart, except for a visit from Raven, who checked up on him and found out he's doing okay except for the music. Reserves met, as usual, and . . . got ordered by Arthur to go play hide-and-seek. That got a bit of a reaction from the mingling folks; Jen Walters thought it was weird, and Arthur told her to do it anyway. Kennedy thought playing a kids' game was dumb, and ended up challenging Arthur.
Katchoo: *snickering* Aw, geez, sorry I missed that. Hope you kicked her ass, Pendragon. The strategy part of the meeting was about discussing how you deal with people with unfamiliar abilities. And then there was the actual hide and seek. Mat tried to hide behind his hat, and I bet that worked real well since Illyria found him. Arthur was tracking Kennedy, and yeah, that probably ended well. For Arthur. Heh. Who was around with the other reserves guys to talk to.
Lacey: You look way too smug right now. It's almost like you're happy. Stop it; it's disturbing. Jak, the one who's nice enough to help keep my storage room from overflowing with Beaver Buzz, was in the fourth floor common room watching motorcycle racing. Tara came in to make soup, and talked to Jak about . . . her roommate who doesn't eat, and a possible intervention there. Hannibal got nachos from Jak and enthused about the motorcycle racing with him --
Katchoo: Did you really just say enthused?
Lacey: It's a nice word, okay?
Katchoo: Right. Whatever.
Lacey: Bobby met Jak, but some onscreen motorcycle drama derailed their attempt at introductions. Tara offered Bobby soup, and he told her he usually ends up burning it. That's actually a lot easier than you'd think it might be, but it's still a depressing thought. Hannibal and Bobby bonded over how golf is lame and things going fast are the opposite of lame.
Katchoo: Ugh. Golf. Alex Karev used cigarettes and laziness to ignore the STUPID FRIKKIN' SONG FROM HELL. Wish Francine and I could've done that, but my evil demonspawn clock was playing it too.
Lacey: Probably because you keep calling it horrible things like an evil demonspawn clock. Just a suggestion.
Katchoo: I'll ask for your suggestions if I ever want 'em. Like an hour after hell freezes over.
Town
Lacey: Poor Spock was cold over at Stark Industries; Jill killed the radio at Fourth Dimension Art Gallery, which was probably cathartic. And a warm fuzzy moment, given today. Jono was at Groovy Tunes playing his guitar, and Didi came by to discuss the song I'm sure we've all heard a million times today, and possibly get an in-store concert at Turtle and Canary. I'm sure that would've been preferable to having to keep wearing earmuffs to block out . . . you know. That song.
Katchoo: I'm practically hearing the Capital Letters when you say "that song" now.
Lacey: Yes. Well. Robin the frog came caroling at Photo Hut -- so much for Jack Burton's on-the-clock nap, I guess. Hinata, luckily, had a quiet day at Book Haven, Raven was meditating at Dite's Decadent Delights to ignore the radio, and Ino was at Covent Garden Flowers leaving notes. Not like squirrel notes, though, I don't think. Fiona was looking for Christmas presents at Cabot and Associates, and Kris, our newest arrival in town, was at work at the Gig and got to meet Tully and Mr. Twain. Gunther, on the other hand, was being very inconsiderate at the Arms Hotel, and turning the radio back on every time Mary turned it off.
Katchoo: Wow. That puts the aggressive in passive-aggressive today. Android's Dungeon was running bad movies, no word on whether That Song showed up to drive Tim insane; Oz had anti-holiday incense on sale at Coyote Medicine.
Lacey: Aw, anti-holiday?
Katchoo: Can it, insane elf wannabe. Lion-O was at Cafe Fina trying all the dishes -- the food, not the serving staff. I hope. Loki was in at MHA, trying to find a class to teach next semester. Rose threw some Jessi girl out of Atlas Gym because of something about her and Dimitri, not that Jack Priest found out why when he came in for a spar with Rose.
Lacey: And that's why we have radio notes, I guess. Jack O'Neill, speaking of radios, was threatening the one on his boat, and mocking Claire for demanding a blood test when she came by to tell him they're not related.
Katchoo: Considering last weekend, that probably makes sense, but I'm trying not to think about it.
Lacey: Yeah. And down at the clinic, Bones's way of coping with the music was to rip up a newspaper.
Katchoo: Y'know, radio playlists have gotten stupidly limited the last few years, but this is ridiculous.
Lacey: It really is. It's completely different from, say, watching that televised fire log for hours on end.
Katchoo: . . . yeah, on that note? Night, everyone.
Lacey: Night, Fandom! Oooh, I'm going to go find that log on TV now.
Katchoo: Oh, for -- *click*