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Fandom Radio, March 30
Lacey: Evening, Fandom! I can actually see you tonight!
Katchoo: . . . while I know what you're trying to say, that was pretty sad.
Lacey: Aw, but you knew what I meant. That's the important part, right? Since we're all thinking clearly tonight and not seeing strange creatures?
Katchoo: Yeah. Yeah, let's go with that. Sure. Why the hell not?
Classes
Katchoo: And let's go with the notes, too. I have crap to do. Magical Ethics got lecture and survey time, sorta, talking about when you should tell people about your powers and other stuff they want to discuss before the term's over. Holy frikkin' *FEEDBACK*, the term's getting close to over. Yadda yadda, TAs and Alysha, available if you want 'em, you know the drill. Regular Ethics class got to pawn the droid rugrats back off on Swirly-cape Skywalker, get lectured on sloth, discuss their plans for the future -- assuming everybody, y'know, has 'em -- and bask in the cranky presence of Griff and Anakin. Monomyths marched merrily on or some crap into the third act of the hero journeys, with the lecture and literary context and talk about the hero getting support, and discussed death and mortality. Because that's cheerful. Eh, they're teenagers, they'll talk about it. Blysse and Anemone were around doing their TA thing, Anemone got a visit from Robin -- the amphibious one, Cindy was there in case anyone needed cheering up after that topic . . . Concepts of Justice talked about individual rights and where they bump up against police procedures. Factor in the jackassery levels of individual cops and you'd have more than a semester's worth of discussion --
Lacey: -- which is not a commentary on any of Fandom's finest --
Katchoo: I NEVER SAID IT WAS, YOU AIRHEAD. GEEZ. There was a panther in the class. Wonder where panther rights fall on the scale of discussion there?
Lacey: Good question. Now I wonder --
Katchoo: No. No tangent for you, not when I still gotta read this stuff about the class's discussions on civil liberties for civilians and convicted criminals -- hey, they're civilians too, geez -- and if it's okay for cops to search your trunk at a routine traffic stop. *chittering* GROW UP, YOU MANGY ACORN-MUNCHING PERV. The squirrel. Not Karla and Kurt the TAs, or Professor Cabot. And in Dealing With Difficult Women DON'T EVEN FRIKKIN' SAY IT, LACEY, Max called for storytime from everybody. About experiences from last week that didn't even have to be topical. That ain't a movie day being supervised by Max, but it's close.
Lacey: Summer had M&Ms to snack on during her office hours. They're not as good as Smarties, sadly. Oh, and Anemone was cleaning up in the library today.
Katchoo: Because that airheaded twit who works Mondays is too busy goofing off to bother.
Lacey: . . . 'kay.
Dorms
Katchoo: Craptons of cookies at Reserves today, where people got to discuss last week in excruciating crazy-heroics-geek detail, talk to those guys who run the thing, and hang out and watch that crazy baby-eating *feeeeeeeeeeedbaaaaaaaaack* Illyria try to swallow a stack of cookies all at once. I HOPE YOU FRIKKIN' CHOKED ON 'EM.
Lacey: What am I missing here?
Katchoo: Aw, gee. Nothin' much, really. Just her coming by to see Francine this morning to pick up her and Arthur's droid baby for Ethics that got pawned off on me and Francie. And probably wanting to eat it. And Francie carrying it to class for her after -- *EXTENDED FEEDBACK*
Lacey: . . . wow. That bad, huh.
Katchoo: Cookies. Choking. Five minutes ago would be good. Anyway, she told me Illyria didn't really want to eat the baby. Maybe. And no, we're not keeping a droid baby just so you can get me to stop *feedback*in' swearing.
Lacey: Oooh, that's an id --
Katchoo: NO. Merlin came by too, after I took off, asking about the droid baby. Memo to everyone in that class this semester: I hate you all. We had 'em for an extra week 'cause of Thanksgiving. Alex Karev was on the roof, still the best place to hang out and enjoy your vices which doesn't mean you bother me while I'm up there, talkin' to Effy about her and Griff's droid baby, Mitchell's class "trip" to EuroDisney, and the crazy crap from last week. Jak was packing to go home for a mission, Triela dropped by, and he invited her to go since she's apparently gettin' rusty from being inactive for a while. Crazy people, all of you. You too, Lacey. Just for different reasons.
Town
Lacey: I happen to be a particularly charming brand of crazy, thank you.
Katchoo: Flinging beads of crazy . . .
Lacey: I'm ignoring that in favor of reporting on what businesses in town were open today: Photo Hut, where Jack Burton was reading; Book Haven, with Hinata doing the same, like Raven at Dite's Decadent Delights; Stark Industries, where Spock was on duty; Fourth Dimension, staffed by a cheerful Jill; MHA, where Loki was something unrepeatable but apathetic; Turtle and Canary, where camping supplies were on sale and Didi was hiding out in a tent; Cafe Fina, where Lion-O was indulging in comfort food; the Arms Hotel, where Mary was looking at newspaper articles and not, as far as I can tell, checking hotel rooms for . . . eeesh.
Katchoo: And in shocking news of the unshocking kind, Jono was playing music at Groovy Tunes. Kris tended the Gig's horses, my new boss Jane Smith was at Strokes of Genius drawing guns, Oz was arranging figurine displays at Coyote Medicine, and Tim was unpacking action figures at Android's Dungeon.
Lacey: And my favorite recent arrival to Fandom, Angua, was taking advantage of the nice clear fog-free air and wandering the streets today, even though she was distracted while talking to Henry, and calling Jake a pup, and asking about the droid baby that had to go back today. At Covent Garden Flowers, Ino had a visit from Bod, who told her he'd been going out in the fog to hallucinate on purpose.
Katchoo: Man. We could've found a way to bottle it, and . . . nah. Fred Dukes and his tiny coffee were at the Perk, gettin' shown up by Angua's metric ton of coffee. Rose was over at Atlas Gym listening to loud music, talking to Emma about the stupid frikkin' fog and rocks and bein' afraid of heights, and -- heh -- a kitten who's actually Worf came in and got cuddles from Rose. Hopefully pictures, too. And she was threatening him with ribbons? I can live with that.
Lacey: Finally, over at Caritas -- because I always have to get dibs on this part --
Katchoo: Because you're a hopeless fangirl. God, you're embarrassing. Don't breathe in my presence.
Lacey: Robin was looking at wedding dresses. Oh my gosh. Jake -- aww, Jake, hi, my new Newfie buddy! -- had his advice on flower arrangements solicited by Robin, which . . . led to him telling her about his wife. He's married? Apparently only technically. Jo and Edmund, on the other hand, were only meeting up for a first date. And now that that's the end of the stack, I think we can head out of here. In the blissfully fog-free night.
Katchoo: Yeah. 'cept for the fog inside your head.
Lacey: . . . hey.
Katchoo: . . . while I know what you're trying to say, that was pretty sad.
Lacey: Aw, but you knew what I meant. That's the important part, right? Since we're all thinking clearly tonight and not seeing strange creatures?
Katchoo: Yeah. Yeah, let's go with that. Sure. Why the hell not?
Classes
Katchoo: And let's go with the notes, too. I have crap to do. Magical Ethics got lecture and survey time, sorta, talking about when you should tell people about your powers and other stuff they want to discuss before the term's over. Holy frikkin' *FEEDBACK*, the term's getting close to over. Yadda yadda, TAs and Alysha, available if you want 'em, you know the drill. Regular Ethics class got to pawn the droid rugrats back off on Swirly-cape Skywalker, get lectured on sloth, discuss their plans for the future -- assuming everybody, y'know, has 'em -- and bask in the cranky presence of Griff and Anakin. Monomyths marched merrily on or some crap into the third act of the hero journeys, with the lecture and literary context and talk about the hero getting support, and discussed death and mortality. Because that's cheerful. Eh, they're teenagers, they'll talk about it. Blysse and Anemone were around doing their TA thing, Anemone got a visit from Robin -- the amphibious one, Cindy was there in case anyone needed cheering up after that topic . . . Concepts of Justice talked about individual rights and where they bump up against police procedures. Factor in the jackassery levels of individual cops and you'd have more than a semester's worth of discussion --
Lacey: -- which is not a commentary on any of Fandom's finest --
Katchoo: I NEVER SAID IT WAS, YOU AIRHEAD. GEEZ. There was a panther in the class. Wonder where panther rights fall on the scale of discussion there?
Lacey: Good question. Now I wonder --
Katchoo: No. No tangent for you, not when I still gotta read this stuff about the class's discussions on civil liberties for civilians and convicted criminals -- hey, they're civilians too, geez -- and if it's okay for cops to search your trunk at a routine traffic stop. *chittering* GROW UP, YOU MANGY ACORN-MUNCHING PERV. The squirrel. Not Karla and Kurt the TAs, or Professor Cabot. And in Dealing With Difficult Women DON'T EVEN FRIKKIN' SAY IT, LACEY, Max called for storytime from everybody. About experiences from last week that didn't even have to be topical. That ain't a movie day being supervised by Max, but it's close.
Lacey: Summer had M&Ms to snack on during her office hours. They're not as good as Smarties, sadly. Oh, and Anemone was cleaning up in the library today.
Katchoo: Because that airheaded twit who works Mondays is too busy goofing off to bother.
Lacey: . . . 'kay.
Dorms
Katchoo: Craptons of cookies at Reserves today, where people got to discuss last week in excruciating crazy-heroics-geek detail, talk to those guys who run the thing, and hang out and watch that crazy baby-eating *feeeeeeeeeeedbaaaaaaaaack* Illyria try to swallow a stack of cookies all at once. I HOPE YOU FRIKKIN' CHOKED ON 'EM.
Lacey: What am I missing here?
Katchoo: Aw, gee. Nothin' much, really. Just her coming by to see Francine this morning to pick up her and Arthur's droid baby for Ethics that got pawned off on me and Francie. And probably wanting to eat it. And Francie carrying it to class for her after -- *EXTENDED FEEDBACK*
Lacey: . . . wow. That bad, huh.
Katchoo: Cookies. Choking. Five minutes ago would be good. Anyway, she told me Illyria didn't really want to eat the baby. Maybe. And no, we're not keeping a droid baby just so you can get me to stop *feedback*in' swearing.
Lacey: Oooh, that's an id --
Katchoo: NO. Merlin came by too, after I took off, asking about the droid baby. Memo to everyone in that class this semester: I hate you all. We had 'em for an extra week 'cause of Thanksgiving. Alex Karev was on the roof, still the best place to hang out and enjoy your vices which doesn't mean you bother me while I'm up there, talkin' to Effy about her and Griff's droid baby, Mitchell's class "trip" to EuroDisney, and the crazy crap from last week. Jak was packing to go home for a mission, Triela dropped by, and he invited her to go since she's apparently gettin' rusty from being inactive for a while. Crazy people, all of you. You too, Lacey. Just for different reasons.
Town
Lacey: I happen to be a particularly charming brand of crazy, thank you.
Katchoo: Flinging beads of crazy . . .
Lacey: I'm ignoring that in favor of reporting on what businesses in town were open today: Photo Hut, where Jack Burton was reading; Book Haven, with Hinata doing the same, like Raven at Dite's Decadent Delights; Stark Industries, where Spock was on duty; Fourth Dimension, staffed by a cheerful Jill; MHA, where Loki was something unrepeatable but apathetic; Turtle and Canary, where camping supplies were on sale and Didi was hiding out in a tent; Cafe Fina, where Lion-O was indulging in comfort food; the Arms Hotel, where Mary was looking at newspaper articles and not, as far as I can tell, checking hotel rooms for . . . eeesh.
Katchoo: And in shocking news of the unshocking kind, Jono was playing music at Groovy Tunes. Kris tended the Gig's horses, my new boss Jane Smith was at Strokes of Genius drawing guns, Oz was arranging figurine displays at Coyote Medicine, and Tim was unpacking action figures at Android's Dungeon.
Lacey: And my favorite recent arrival to Fandom, Angua, was taking advantage of the nice clear fog-free air and wandering the streets today, even though she was distracted while talking to Henry, and calling Jake a pup, and asking about the droid baby that had to go back today. At Covent Garden Flowers, Ino had a visit from Bod, who told her he'd been going out in the fog to hallucinate on purpose.
Katchoo: Man. We could've found a way to bottle it, and . . . nah. Fred Dukes and his tiny coffee were at the Perk, gettin' shown up by Angua's metric ton of coffee. Rose was over at Atlas Gym listening to loud music, talking to Emma about the stupid frikkin' fog and rocks and bein' afraid of heights, and -- heh -- a kitten who's actually Worf came in and got cuddles from Rose. Hopefully pictures, too. And she was threatening him with ribbons? I can live with that.
Lacey: Finally, over at Caritas -- because I always have to get dibs on this part --
Katchoo: Because you're a hopeless fangirl. God, you're embarrassing. Don't breathe in my presence.
Lacey: Robin was looking at wedding dresses. Oh my gosh. Jake -- aww, Jake, hi, my new Newfie buddy! -- had his advice on flower arrangements solicited by Robin, which . . . led to him telling her about his wife. He's married? Apparently only technically. Jo and Edmund, on the other hand, were only meeting up for a first date. And now that that's the end of the stack, I think we can head out of here. In the blissfully fog-free night.
Katchoo: Yeah. 'cept for the fog inside your head.
Lacey: . . . hey.