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Fandom Radio, December 22
Lacey: Evening, Fandom! . . . yes, evening to you too, fruitcakes. No, not now. I'm not talking with my mouth full on the air.
Katchoo: *long burst of feedback and static* -- LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, EVIL HELLSPAWN CAKES.
Lacey: Uh. Happy Tuesday? For those of you who are left for break anyway.
Katchoo: I TOLD YOU THEY WERE EVIL, ARTHUR. BELIEVE ME YET?
Lacey: . . . okay, let's just get on with these notes. I'm going to feel incredibly guilty if I don't show these fruitcakes the proper appreciation soon and -- no, no, that's my leg, don't -- oh, gosh.
Classes
Katchoo: Yeah, classes are out. That's easy.
Dorms
Lacey: Not much to report in the way of student life, either.
Katchoo: Yeah, unless you were part of the party in Karla's room this morning, after she got a delivery from home with five -- *papers rustling* Okay, that can't be right. *chittering* Aw, come on, you're messing with me, that's not -- *chittering*
. . . holy *FEEDBACK*. Ender took it pretty well when he came by to visit and found out about the ma -- gawd, I can't say that with a straight face.
Lacey: Do you have a straight face?
Katchoo: Oh, har har. Ben's reaction was a lot less clinical and a lot more spaz-the-hell-out, and Leto was mostly curious. Karla got a package -- heh -- too, and George came to visit and had to duck a fruitcake before getting a, uh . . . Windsol present from Karla. Is that part of the tradition? You gotta earn your presents? That'd sure as hell cut down on the consumer insanity if we did somethin' like that.
Lacey: You know, that's not such a bad idea.
Katchoo: It just lost ninety-nine percent of its appeal thanks to your endorsement. Way to go. Tiny Creepy Kid and Blysse were hangin' out in the preserve this afternoon, because they're frikkin' insane. Bobby was packing like a crazy last-minute fiend to go home, and Francine's listening to music and probably still cleaning our room, if she's tackling my half of it too. Francie, honey, just stick to your side. You know mine's a lost cause.
Lacey: It never gets less disturbing to see you call anyone 'honey.'
Katchoo: You can take your disturbing and sh -- *thunk* OW.
Town
Lacey: Mitchell was at the Perk today, and got fruitcake whether he liked it or not. There was fruitcake at Turtle and Canary too, and Didi was busy trying to figure out if it was sad. Personally I'd just like this one to be less . . . friendly. Also fruitcake-afflicted was the Trooper Station, where Gibbs was throwing it at Ralph the trooper, the Arms Hotel, where it trapped Gunther in a storage room for Mary to find, Cafe Fina, where Momoko came to visit and agreed with Lion-O that it was both nasty and attacking. Oh, come on now. Even fruitcake deserves to have some self-esteem.
Katchoo: No, it's frikkin' disgusting. Even when it's not almost sentient. When it's almost sentient it's just disturbing.
Lacey: You want to keep insulting it? You deal with the psychological fallout afterward. Kris had to deal with fruitcake at the Gig until one of the horses scared it off. Jack O'Neill got held captive by the fruitcake, but luckily Vimes came by to . . . you know, I can finally say things like 'rescue him from the fruitcake' without blinking a lot. Jono was a fruitcake captive at Groovy Tunes too, but when Didi came to visit she told him the fruitcake deserves to live too. See, Katchoo? I'm not the only one who thinks so.
Katchoo: Whoop. In fruitcake-free news, Jack Burton was at Photo Hut, Rose was working at Atlas Gym and ignoring some girl in pink spandex -- can't blame you for that, they're annoying -- and Raven was checking out the new movie shipments at Dite's Decadent Delights.
Lacey: And . . . that's pretty much all that happened in town today.
Katchoo: Or at all, really. Except for these frikkin' fruitcakes, and I never wanna see one again for the rest of my -- MMMMMMMMMMPH!
*several seconds of scuffling sounds, muffled yelling, and the door slamming*
Lacey: Wow. That is some really persistent pastry. Well, Fandom, this is Lacey Burrows, wishing you a good night on behalf of my cohost and myself. Enjoy your holidays, and your fruitcake. Before it enjoys you. Good night, everyone!
Katchoo: *long burst of feedback and static* -- LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, EVIL HELLSPAWN CAKES.
Lacey: Uh. Happy Tuesday? For those of you who are left for break anyway.
Katchoo: I TOLD YOU THEY WERE EVIL, ARTHUR. BELIEVE ME YET?
Lacey: . . . okay, let's just get on with these notes. I'm going to feel incredibly guilty if I don't show these fruitcakes the proper appreciation soon and -- no, no, that's my leg, don't -- oh, gosh.
Classes
Katchoo: Yeah, classes are out. That's easy.
Dorms
Lacey: Not much to report in the way of student life, either.
Katchoo: Yeah, unless you were part of the party in Karla's room this morning, after she got a delivery from home with five -- *papers rustling* Okay, that can't be right. *chittering* Aw, come on, you're messing with me, that's not -- *chittering*
. . . holy *FEEDBACK*. Ender took it pretty well when he came by to visit and found out about the ma -- gawd, I can't say that with a straight face.
Lacey: Do you have a straight face?
Katchoo: Oh, har har. Ben's reaction was a lot less clinical and a lot more spaz-the-hell-out, and Leto was mostly curious. Karla got a package -- heh -- too, and George came to visit and had to duck a fruitcake before getting a, uh . . . Windsol present from Karla. Is that part of the tradition? You gotta earn your presents? That'd sure as hell cut down on the consumer insanity if we did somethin' like that.
Lacey: You know, that's not such a bad idea.
Katchoo: It just lost ninety-nine percent of its appeal thanks to your endorsement. Way to go. Tiny Creepy Kid and Blysse were hangin' out in the preserve this afternoon, because they're frikkin' insane. Bobby was packing like a crazy last-minute fiend to go home, and Francine's listening to music and probably still cleaning our room, if she's tackling my half of it too. Francie, honey, just stick to your side. You know mine's a lost cause.
Lacey: It never gets less disturbing to see you call anyone 'honey.'
Katchoo: You can take your disturbing and sh -- *thunk* OW.
Town
Lacey: Mitchell was at the Perk today, and got fruitcake whether he liked it or not. There was fruitcake at Turtle and Canary too, and Didi was busy trying to figure out if it was sad. Personally I'd just like this one to be less . . . friendly. Also fruitcake-afflicted was the Trooper Station, where Gibbs was throwing it at Ralph the trooper, the Arms Hotel, where it trapped Gunther in a storage room for Mary to find, Cafe Fina, where Momoko came to visit and agreed with Lion-O that it was both nasty and attacking. Oh, come on now. Even fruitcake deserves to have some self-esteem.
Katchoo: No, it's frikkin' disgusting. Even when it's not almost sentient. When it's almost sentient it's just disturbing.
Lacey: You want to keep insulting it? You deal with the psychological fallout afterward. Kris had to deal with fruitcake at the Gig until one of the horses scared it off. Jack O'Neill got held captive by the fruitcake, but luckily Vimes came by to . . . you know, I can finally say things like 'rescue him from the fruitcake' without blinking a lot. Jono was a fruitcake captive at Groovy Tunes too, but when Didi came to visit she told him the fruitcake deserves to live too. See, Katchoo? I'm not the only one who thinks so.
Katchoo: Whoop. In fruitcake-free news, Jack Burton was at Photo Hut, Rose was working at Atlas Gym and ignoring some girl in pink spandex -- can't blame you for that, they're annoying -- and Raven was checking out the new movie shipments at Dite's Decadent Delights.
Lacey: And . . . that's pretty much all that happened in town today.
Katchoo: Or at all, really. Except for these frikkin' fruitcakes, and I never wanna see one again for the rest of my -- MMMMMMMMMMPH!
*several seconds of scuffling sounds, muffled yelling, and the door slamming*
Lacey: Wow. That is some really persistent pastry. Well, Fandom, this is Lacey Burrows, wishing you a good night on behalf of my cohost and myself. Enjoy your holidays, and your fruitcake. Before it enjoys you. Good night, everyone!