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Pirate Radio, Sunday, July 2
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likeguidelines bringin' ye the latest 'n greatest, the good, the bad, 'n the "I can't believe ye just said that, Cally," o' Fandom tonight.
On wit' the show.
Roomin'
In the third floor common room, the Winchester boys be cookin' breakfast 'n bickerin' over possessed toasters, as ye do, I suppose. Speakin' o' toasters, has anyone seen Talky around recently? Dawn be makin' what me notes be callin' "weird" sandwiches--be ye puttin' sardines wit' peanut butter? I be told that be a bit o' an acquired taste--'n talkin' about ghosts and boy bands wit' Dean-who-be-not-Alec. If ye be bringin' us a hauntin' o' early nineties bands singin' "Please Don't Go, Girl," I be blamin' ye, wench. Jaye be convincin' Dean-who-be-not-Alec t' play volleyball. Since it be Jaye, I be guessin' thar be either shirtlessness or boykissy involved. Speakin' o' of those, Buffy be givin' Jaye a long overdue poster o' some kind. Anyone else be gettin' a cold chill up their necks?
Dean-who-be-not-Alec be okay wit' volleyball but be drawin' the line at cheerleadin'. I be guessin' that we be okay wit' jes' one person wit' that face wearin' tiny shorts 'n jumpin' around. 'n speakin' o' the devil, Alec-who-be-not-Dean be tellin' Dean-who-be-not-Alec about the slumber party last night. Dean-who-be-not Alec be tellin' Alec-who-be-not-Dean that the next time, they'd be goin' demon huntin' instead. Alec-who-be-not-Dean be talkin' wit' Dawn about genetic gifts. I be hatin' when I get a genetic gift. I be sayin' put some thought into it, or don't be gettin' me anythin' at all.
Dawn be tellin' Buffy (who be cute wit' Sam-who-be-not-a-wench) about bein' haunted yesterday. Peter-who-be-a-Parker-but-not-a-wench's arm be healed--or so be tellin' Dawn. Buffy 'n Alec-who-be-not-Dean be talkin' about the two dangerous wenches Alec-who-be-not-Dean be wakin' up between.
*dead air*
Sorry. I be in me happy place fer a moment.
*papers rustle* Me notes be sayin' that Miss Talks-t'-her-purse 'n King Dork be comin' up wit' theme songs fer each other. I be not knowin' what that means. Sam-who-be-not-a-wench might be gettin' a call from Johnina. *snickers* He be a lucky, lucky man.
Peter-who-be-a-Parker-but-not-a-wench be talkin' t' Dean about dessert-based monsters. Speakin' o' things that should never be talked about again Peter-who-be-a-Griffon-but-not-literally be tellin' Dawn about makin' pancakes on a grill. Tim be thar gettin' breakfast 'n his memory refreshed.
Tempe be missin' Sawyer, Joxer be gettin' turned around 'n walkin' into the wrong room. Mayhaps someone should staple a compass t' his head. Sam-who-be-wench be stoppin' by t' see Aeryn, who also be admirin' some mighty fine photos o' Johnina from last night. Don't be askin' where I be hearin' it, but thar be a reliable bathroom stall 'round here that be sayin' that Johnina be puttin' out fer a couple o' glasses o' peach schnapps, too.
In the fifth floor common room, Pip 'n Pippi---pipipipipi...I be not able t' stop--be talkin' soccer, ghosts 'n being sick.
Willow be stoppin' in t' make sure Peter-who-be-not-a-Parker be okay from the demon attack from last night, Veronica be tellin' Anakin about the demons, too, and Pippi be wakin' up Alphonse. I be assumin' that be wakin' Alphonse up from sleepin' 'n not wakin' up as Alphonse, but given Nadia 'n Walter's conversation 'bout gender-bendin', I be not entirely positive. S-wench be singin' in her room 'n Cedric be talkin' t' Jack's plant.
*papers shuffle* That might be a euphemism.
Remember that thing I be sayin' about hopin' that the next epidemic be comin' will be stoppin' ye all from talkin'? *grumbles* I still be hopin' fer that.
Because everyone in the world who be not at Caritas--and I be gettin' t' that--be up on the fourth floor common room.
*big breath*
Cedric 'n Isabel be talkin' about the slumber party, Anders be demonstratin' jazz hands, but he be not DEATH, far as I be knowin', Greg be an avenger fer crashed slumber parties. Not that he be thar last night, o' course--he were writin' emo poetry 'n be havin' no idea who Gregette might be.
Isabel be tellin' Molly about the party celebratin' the upstart colonial types 'n offerin' S-wench help wit' her stains. S-wench be tradin' Anders rice fer a cupcake--good deal--and be talkin' ghosts wit' Bridge. Bridge jes be happy not t' smell like demon goo--and so be the rest o' us, fer that matter. Isabel be remindin' him about the party, he 'n Greg be talkin' about Jello 'n Isabel also be remindin' Xander about the party. She be tellin' Bridge. Be she ever be seein' a Bridge without a Xander?
*another deep breath*
Xander be talkin' about flyin' sheep wit' S-wench, then be talkin' wit' Bridge about what a group o' tentacles should be called. If it be somethin' dirty, leave it on me voicemail, okay? Speakin' o' dirty, Anders be hopin' that Bridge be not avoidin' their room because he be loud. I be thinkin' that be a mite more about Anders sex life than I be comfortable knowin'. Speakin' o' too much information about Anders' sex life, Bridge be impressed by Conner's enthusiasm. S-wench be meetin' Conner, then Conner 'n Xander be makin' dirty chips that I be not wantin' to know about.
*pause*
At all. Peter-who-be-not-a-Parker 'n Cedric be talkin' about people wit' mulitiple personalities, as ye do, Isabel be concerned about Peter-who-be-not-a-Parker's bruises 'n S-wench be not all that excited t' hear about tentacle monsters. Be ye already havin' one? Mayhaps picturin' Bridge 'n Peter-who-be-not-a-Parker covered in Jello be somethin' that would distract ye.
Molly be comfortin' Peter about England's loss. Beckham can be takin' his balls 'n be bendin' 'em, far as I be concerned. Willow be talkin' wit' Cedric about spells ('n promisin' Bridge t' reattach any limbs that might be comin' off) 'n givin' Peter-who-be-not-Parker bags o' herbs. If they be smokable 'n fer sharin', I be very put out, wench. She also be talkin' t' Xander about ghosts 'n learnin' that Joxer's ass be hurtin'.
*loooooong pause*
I be sure we all be very glad t' know that. I guess. Anders be hopin' thar be no such thing as evil eggs. Anakin Skywalker be hatched from an egg. Be he evil? Maybe someone should check. S-wench be tellin' Willow 'bout her sword...*papers shuffle* That might be a euphemism. Joxer be talkin' wit' Peter-who-be-not-a-Parker 'bout demon huntin', then about Japanese porn wit' S-wench. Ye be a silver-tongued devil, Joxer, 'n that be no mistake.
Peter-who-be-a-Parker-but-not-a-wench be meetin' S-wench, tellin' Bridge about his weekend, then be told that he be lookin' like a wench Molly be meetin' yesterday. Isabel jes' be generally amused.
Bel be talkin' t' Willow about stubborn men, 'n t' Isabel 'n S-wench about Jello. If ye be combinin' the two, I be thinkin' ye have an event that Jaye could fully support. He be a mite dubious 'bout acceptin' Conner's chips, as ye should be, 'n be talkin' t' Tyler about the usefulness o' fire. Tyler be talkin' about the thought process o' wenches wit' Peter-who-be-not-a-Parker 'n remeetin' S-wench. Herm...somethin' be showin' off her cat--possibly a euphemism--t' Tyler, be meetin' S-wench 'n catchin' up wit' Peter-who-be-a-Parker-but-not-a-wench.
Revelin'
Lucas *lots of snickering* be a wench.
*sounds of Dude (Looks Like a Lady) with Badly Dubbed Banthabell*
He--or be it she?--be goin' t' brunch at Wonka's wit' Tim, who also be at the park wit' S-wench who be tellin' him all about the extensive 'n time-consumin' work that the radio staff be puttin' into thar broadcasts. Even if they be drunk sometimes. *papers rustle* I be havin' no idea why a shrub bein' thar would be newsworthy.
Seras be recoverin' at the clinic this mornin' 'n Stark be by his lonesome--except fer Alanna 'n Faithful, o' course--in the evenin'.
*heavy sigh* And then thar be Caritas.
Lucas-who-be-a-wench be singin'. Twice. Archie 'n Veronica be singin', too, 'n Nadia 'n Tim 'n Cally.
Thar be more than jes' singin' o' course, because ye can't just sit in the dark 'n do nothin' can ye? Noooooo....
Veronica be helpin' Lucas-who-be-a-wench come up wit' ideas t' increase business at Empire Records 'n helpin' Tim remember himself. *snickers* Ye be really named Lola. Ye be a showgirl. Ye had t' leave Cuba under some very suspicious-type circumstances. Archie be thar, as usual, Piper be thar fer a drink 'n Walter 'n Nadia be thar t' check up on Veronica.
Cally be wonderin' if she can sleep wit' Nadia again tonight, but Walter be very firm about the 'no sex wit' his wench' thing. So Cally be gettin' drunk. As ye do, I suppose. She be talkin' t' Al, makin' him flustered, then gettin' him a blow job. Be Becky knowin' ye be cuttin' into her business, wench? Bad move, methinks.
Anyway, Archie 'n Al be meetin' 'n Al 'n Veronica be talkin' about hauntin' 'n I be tired o' the lot o' ye.
That be all from the Crow's Nest. Keep an eye out fer Matey-with-the-Hat or freelancers tryin' t' buy ye blow jobs, and have a good night!
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On wit' the show.
Roomin'
In the third floor common room, the Winchester boys be cookin' breakfast 'n bickerin' over possessed toasters, as ye do, I suppose. Speakin' o' toasters, has anyone seen Talky around recently? Dawn be makin' what me notes be callin' "weird" sandwiches--be ye puttin' sardines wit' peanut butter? I be told that be a bit o' an acquired taste--'n talkin' about ghosts and boy bands wit' Dean-who-be-not-Alec. If ye be bringin' us a hauntin' o' early nineties bands singin' "Please Don't Go, Girl," I be blamin' ye, wench. Jaye be convincin' Dean-who-be-not-Alec t' play volleyball. Since it be Jaye, I be guessin' thar be either shirtlessness or boykissy involved. Speakin' o' of those, Buffy be givin' Jaye a long overdue poster o' some kind. Anyone else be gettin' a cold chill up their necks?
Dean-who-be-not-Alec be okay wit' volleyball but be drawin' the line at cheerleadin'. I be guessin' that we be okay wit' jes' one person wit' that face wearin' tiny shorts 'n jumpin' around. 'n speakin' o' the devil, Alec-who-be-not-Dean be tellin' Dean-who-be-not-Alec about the slumber party last night. Dean-who-be-not Alec be tellin' Alec-who-be-not-Dean that the next time, they'd be goin' demon huntin' instead. Alec-who-be-not-Dean be talkin' wit' Dawn about genetic gifts. I be hatin' when I get a genetic gift. I be sayin' put some thought into it, or don't be gettin' me anythin' at all.
Dawn be tellin' Buffy (who be cute wit' Sam-who-be-not-a-wench) about bein' haunted yesterday. Peter-who-be-a-Parker-but-not-a-wench's arm be healed--or so be tellin' Dawn. Buffy 'n Alec-who-be-not-Dean be talkin' about the two dangerous wenches Alec-who-be-not-Dean be wakin' up between.
*dead air*
Sorry. I be in me happy place fer a moment.
*papers rustle* Me notes be sayin' that Miss Talks-t'-her-purse 'n King Dork be comin' up wit' theme songs fer each other. I be not knowin' what that means. Sam-who-be-not-a-wench might be gettin' a call from Johnina. *snickers* He be a lucky, lucky man.
Peter-who-be-a-Parker-but-not-a-wench be talkin' t' Dean about dessert-based monsters. Speakin' o' things that should never be talked about again Peter-who-be-a-Griffon-but-not-literally be tellin' Dawn about makin' pancakes on a grill. Tim be thar gettin' breakfast 'n his memory refreshed.
Tempe be missin' Sawyer, Joxer be gettin' turned around 'n walkin' into the wrong room. Mayhaps someone should staple a compass t' his head. Sam-who-be-wench be stoppin' by t' see Aeryn, who also be admirin' some mighty fine photos o' Johnina from last night. Don't be askin' where I be hearin' it, but thar be a reliable bathroom stall 'round here that be sayin' that Johnina be puttin' out fer a couple o' glasses o' peach schnapps, too.
In the fifth floor common room, Pip 'n Pippi---pipipipipi...I be not able t' stop--be talkin' soccer, ghosts 'n being sick.
Willow be stoppin' in t' make sure Peter-who-be-not-a-Parker be okay from the demon attack from last night, Veronica be tellin' Anakin about the demons, too, and Pippi be wakin' up Alphonse. I be assumin' that be wakin' Alphonse up from sleepin' 'n not wakin' up as Alphonse, but given Nadia 'n Walter's conversation 'bout gender-bendin', I be not entirely positive. S-wench be singin' in her room 'n Cedric be talkin' t' Jack's plant.
*papers shuffle* That might be a euphemism.
Remember that thing I be sayin' about hopin' that the next epidemic be comin' will be stoppin' ye all from talkin'? *grumbles* I still be hopin' fer that.
Because everyone in the world who be not at Caritas--and I be gettin' t' that--be up on the fourth floor common room.
*big breath*
Cedric 'n Isabel be talkin' about the slumber party, Anders be demonstratin' jazz hands, but he be not DEATH, far as I be knowin', Greg be an avenger fer crashed slumber parties. Not that he be thar last night, o' course--he were writin' emo poetry 'n be havin' no idea who Gregette might be.
Isabel be tellin' Molly about the party celebratin' the upstart colonial types 'n offerin' S-wench help wit' her stains. S-wench be tradin' Anders rice fer a cupcake--good deal--and be talkin' ghosts wit' Bridge. Bridge jes be happy not t' smell like demon goo--and so be the rest o' us, fer that matter. Isabel be remindin' him about the party, he 'n Greg be talkin' about Jello 'n Isabel also be remindin' Xander about the party. She be tellin' Bridge. Be she ever be seein' a Bridge without a Xander?
*another deep breath*
Xander be talkin' about flyin' sheep wit' S-wench, then be talkin' wit' Bridge about what a group o' tentacles should be called. If it be somethin' dirty, leave it on me voicemail, okay? Speakin' o' dirty, Anders be hopin' that Bridge be not avoidin' their room because he be loud. I be thinkin' that be a mite more about Anders sex life than I be comfortable knowin'. Speakin' o' too much information about Anders' sex life, Bridge be impressed by Conner's enthusiasm. S-wench be meetin' Conner, then Conner 'n Xander be makin' dirty chips that I be not wantin' to know about.
*pause*
At all. Peter-who-be-not-a-Parker 'n Cedric be talkin' about people wit' mulitiple personalities, as ye do, Isabel be concerned about Peter-who-be-not-a-Parker's bruises 'n S-wench be not all that excited t' hear about tentacle monsters. Be ye already havin' one? Mayhaps picturin' Bridge 'n Peter-who-be-not-a-Parker covered in Jello be somethin' that would distract ye.
Molly be comfortin' Peter about England's loss. Beckham can be takin' his balls 'n be bendin' 'em, far as I be concerned. Willow be talkin' wit' Cedric about spells ('n promisin' Bridge t' reattach any limbs that might be comin' off) 'n givin' Peter-who-be-not-Parker bags o' herbs. If they be smokable 'n fer sharin', I be very put out, wench. She also be talkin' t' Xander about ghosts 'n learnin' that Joxer's ass be hurtin'.
*loooooong pause*
I be sure we all be very glad t' know that. I guess. Anders be hopin' thar be no such thing as evil eggs. Anakin Skywalker be hatched from an egg. Be he evil? Maybe someone should check. S-wench be tellin' Willow 'bout her sword...*papers shuffle* That might be a euphemism. Joxer be talkin' wit' Peter-who-be-not-a-Parker 'bout demon huntin', then about Japanese porn wit' S-wench. Ye be a silver-tongued devil, Joxer, 'n that be no mistake.
Peter-who-be-a-Parker-but-not-a-wench be meetin' S-wench, tellin' Bridge about his weekend, then be told that he be lookin' like a wench Molly be meetin' yesterday. Isabel jes' be generally amused.
Bel be talkin' t' Willow about stubborn men, 'n t' Isabel 'n S-wench about Jello. If ye be combinin' the two, I be thinkin' ye have an event that Jaye could fully support. He be a mite dubious 'bout acceptin' Conner's chips, as ye should be, 'n be talkin' t' Tyler about the usefulness o' fire. Tyler be talkin' about the thought process o' wenches wit' Peter-who-be-not-a-Parker 'n remeetin' S-wench. Herm...somethin' be showin' off her cat--possibly a euphemism--t' Tyler, be meetin' S-wench 'n catchin' up wit' Peter-who-be-a-Parker-but-not-a-wench.
Revelin'
Lucas *lots of snickering* be a wench.
*sounds of Dude (Looks Like a Lady) with Badly Dubbed Banthabell*
He--or be it she?--be goin' t' brunch at Wonka's wit' Tim, who also be at the park wit' S-wench who be tellin' him all about the extensive 'n time-consumin' work that the radio staff be puttin' into thar broadcasts. Even if they be drunk sometimes. *papers rustle* I be havin' no idea why a shrub bein' thar would be newsworthy.
Seras be recoverin' at the clinic this mornin' 'n Stark be by his lonesome--except fer Alanna 'n Faithful, o' course--in the evenin'.
*heavy sigh* And then thar be Caritas.
Lucas-who-be-a-wench be singin'. Twice. Archie 'n Veronica be singin', too, 'n Nadia 'n Tim 'n Cally.
Thar be more than jes' singin' o' course, because ye can't just sit in the dark 'n do nothin' can ye? Noooooo....
Veronica be helpin' Lucas-who-be-a-wench come up wit' ideas t' increase business at Empire Records 'n helpin' Tim remember himself. *snickers* Ye be really named Lola. Ye be a showgirl. Ye had t' leave Cuba under some very suspicious-type circumstances. Archie be thar, as usual, Piper be thar fer a drink 'n Walter 'n Nadia be thar t' check up on Veronica.
Cally be wonderin' if she can sleep wit' Nadia again tonight, but Walter be very firm about the 'no sex wit' his wench' thing. So Cally be gettin' drunk. As ye do, I suppose. She be talkin' t' Al, makin' him flustered, then gettin' him a blow job. Be Becky knowin' ye be cuttin' into her business, wench? Bad move, methinks.
Anyway, Archie 'n Al be meetin' 'n Al 'n Veronica be talkin' about hauntin' 'n I be tired o' the lot o' ye.
That be all from the Crow's Nest. Keep an eye out fer Matey-with-the-Hat or freelancers tryin' t' buy ye blow jobs, and have a good night!
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