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Pirate Radio, Tuesday, February 8 [morning]
But I don't want to be up, squirrels! I was watching a rerun of Truth Touch. This is quite unfair.
Greetings, Fandom! It is I, Captain Jack Sparrow, bringing you all of the news--and some bits which are boring, but you can't, after all, all be as thrilling to talk about as I am--from yesterday.
Off we go--first to classes where several of your teachers showed movies instead of engaging your young minds. And they didn't even show Truth Touch. So sad. Teamwork watched a movie about friendship and working together before reporting on how their serenading assignment worked out--no one sang to me, which seems like quite a wasted opportunity--and the Science of Sexuality was completely without adult supervision today, which makes me slightly concerned about what manner of relevant movie they could have left for their class to watch. Getting out of Tight Situations was marooned on a desert island, where no doubt they worked on getting a tan before getting drunk and burning all the rum.
*chittering*
That story is always relevant. Hush. Advanced Driver's Ed was driving...swan shaped pedalboats. I don't believe we call that driving. It's referred to as sailing. Or, if you let Gibbs take the wheel for too long, running aground. Fighting With Powers learned about using an environment to your advantage. Like, just to pull an example out of the air, if you are on a ship with a sexually-repressed swordsmaster and he just won't stop blathering on and on and on about how his father the pirate wasn't really a pirate? Hit him with a sail. Oh, speaking of people with the very same name, young William was in the library with the bloody remnants of the flower petals that were everywhere yesterday. Professor Jane Porter was having a phone conversation before Blysse came in for her reading lesson, which she hadn't been exactly faithful in attending.
Over in the dormitories, the gentlemen of KKG, in light of the dance that is coming up on Friday--where Wesley was selling tickets and flowers in the lobby--, chose to learn how to dance as they are not good looking enough to charm their way out of stomping their dates' feet to death, I imagine. Kate was wearing very tiny shorts--thank you for that level of detail, squirrels--and being annoyed by the flower petals in her room before going off to get a Valentine's date with Nathan in his room. He'd been using his time to productively spell his name out in flower petals after dumping the rest of the room's supply of them upon his roommate's bed. She was not that appreciative. If you escaped unslapped, you're still doing rather well, Nathan. Not that I myself find...myself...slapped by women. Often.
Bruce and Jack of the McAllisters played basketball in the gym, Squall fretted at Rinoa in her room, and Rilla was stymied in her attempt to bake cookies in the fifth floor common room. She and Gabrielle agreed that uneaten cookies are a great world tragedy, and then Rilla learned about what trolls eat, which doesn't speak to her great baking ability, I must say. Harper explained the appeal of Rumor Gal while fixing Rilla's baking attempt, and Jason told her that as long as the cookies were good, no one would care what they looked like.
In town, we found ourselves invaded by all manner of costumed idiots last night, but since no one seemed overly concerned--or maimed, and I am disappointed, listeners. Will no one think of Ino?--I shall assume these people were either passing through or living here and being quite secretive about it. Warren checked in upon the strange new man flying in a red suit before getting tackled by a flower blossom that talked. Man-inna-Suit talked to Girl-inna-Costume and made fun of some person named Batman. I say that at least he had a name I could call him, Man-inna-Suit. Then he, too, spoke with the talking flower blossom. I must say that I wouldn't be able to resist that temptation myself. Man-inna-Suit met Guy Made of Ice, and they tried to decide if the rooftop gathering was a party. Since it was lacking snacks, they think it wasn't. Bring snacks next time! Girl-inna-Costume also noted that Guy Made of Ice was...made of ice. I think even I would notice that. It must be useful to keep drinks cold.
In non-costumed news, Ender was futilely cleaning up flowers before Ben came in to talk about the Valentine's Day dance and Tony came in to discuss the far more interesting problem of how an older him used to the own the shop and you rodents need to cut back on the alcohol this early in the morning. Angua filled out transfer paperwork to return home at the police station before giving Lacey the same unhappy news. In other unhappy news, K delivers a box of rutabagas to the diner. Ugh, rutabagas.
Makita jumped in piles of petals at the clothing shop, Quinn fielded allergy complaints at the hotel, Claudia kept missing the ceiling in her attempt to hit it with a pencil at Book Haven, and Jono lost his kitten repeatedly in the flower petals at the music shop. Alex had a magazine and coffee at the Magic Shop, Dani provided the horses at the Gig with orders to kick anyone carrying flower petals, and Medusalith had a delivery of chocolates from Lockjaw at Fourth Dimension. I like chocolate if anyone was interested in knowing that.
Jake was tired of flowers at Caritas--as was Jaina when she arrived at the bar to complain.
And if you were drinking every time I mentioned flowers or petals, I do apologize to your liver, especially at this early hour. That is the end of the notes, so I return to Truth Touch! Do enjoy your day.
Greetings, Fandom! It is I, Captain Jack Sparrow, bringing you all of the news--and some bits which are boring, but you can't, after all, all be as thrilling to talk about as I am--from yesterday.
Off we go--first to classes where several of your teachers showed movies instead of engaging your young minds. And they didn't even show Truth Touch. So sad. Teamwork watched a movie about friendship and working together before reporting on how their serenading assignment worked out--no one sang to me, which seems like quite a wasted opportunity--and the Science of Sexuality was completely without adult supervision today, which makes me slightly concerned about what manner of relevant movie they could have left for their class to watch. Getting out of Tight Situations was marooned on a desert island, where no doubt they worked on getting a tan before getting drunk and burning all the rum.
*chittering*
That story is always relevant. Hush. Advanced Driver's Ed was driving...swan shaped pedalboats. I don't believe we call that driving. It's referred to as sailing. Or, if you let Gibbs take the wheel for too long, running aground. Fighting With Powers learned about using an environment to your advantage. Like, just to pull an example out of the air, if you are on a ship with a sexually-repressed swordsmaster and he just won't stop blathering on and on and on about how his father the pirate wasn't really a pirate? Hit him with a sail. Oh, speaking of people with the very same name, young William was in the library with the bloody remnants of the flower petals that were everywhere yesterday. Professor Jane Porter was having a phone conversation before Blysse came in for her reading lesson, which she hadn't been exactly faithful in attending.
Over in the dormitories, the gentlemen of KKG, in light of the dance that is coming up on Friday--where Wesley was selling tickets and flowers in the lobby--, chose to learn how to dance as they are not good looking enough to charm their way out of stomping their dates' feet to death, I imagine. Kate was wearing very tiny shorts--thank you for that level of detail, squirrels--and being annoyed by the flower petals in her room before going off to get a Valentine's date with Nathan in his room. He'd been using his time to productively spell his name out in flower petals after dumping the rest of the room's supply of them upon his roommate's bed. She was not that appreciative. If you escaped unslapped, you're still doing rather well, Nathan. Not that I myself find...myself...slapped by women. Often.
Bruce and Jack of the McAllisters played basketball in the gym, Squall fretted at Rinoa in her room, and Rilla was stymied in her attempt to bake cookies in the fifth floor common room. She and Gabrielle agreed that uneaten cookies are a great world tragedy, and then Rilla learned about what trolls eat, which doesn't speak to her great baking ability, I must say. Harper explained the appeal of Rumor Gal while fixing Rilla's baking attempt, and Jason told her that as long as the cookies were good, no one would care what they looked like.
In town, we found ourselves invaded by all manner of costumed idiots last night, but since no one seemed overly concerned--or maimed, and I am disappointed, listeners. Will no one think of Ino?--I shall assume these people were either passing through or living here and being quite secretive about it. Warren checked in upon the strange new man flying in a red suit before getting tackled by a flower blossom that talked. Man-inna-Suit talked to Girl-inna-Costume and made fun of some person named Batman. I say that at least he had a name I could call him, Man-inna-Suit. Then he, too, spoke with the talking flower blossom. I must say that I wouldn't be able to resist that temptation myself. Man-inna-Suit met Guy Made of Ice, and they tried to decide if the rooftop gathering was a party. Since it was lacking snacks, they think it wasn't. Bring snacks next time! Girl-inna-Costume also noted that Guy Made of Ice was...made of ice. I think even I would notice that. It must be useful to keep drinks cold.
In non-costumed news, Ender was futilely cleaning up flowers before Ben came in to talk about the Valentine's Day dance and Tony came in to discuss the far more interesting problem of how an older him used to the own the shop and you rodents need to cut back on the alcohol this early in the morning. Angua filled out transfer paperwork to return home at the police station before giving Lacey the same unhappy news. In other unhappy news, K delivers a box of rutabagas to the diner. Ugh, rutabagas.
Makita jumped in piles of petals at the clothing shop, Quinn fielded allergy complaints at the hotel, Claudia kept missing the ceiling in her attempt to hit it with a pencil at Book Haven, and Jono lost his kitten repeatedly in the flower petals at the music shop. Alex had a magazine and coffee at the Magic Shop, Dani provided the horses at the Gig with orders to kick anyone carrying flower petals, and Medusalith had a delivery of chocolates from Lockjaw at Fourth Dimension. I like chocolate if anyone was interested in knowing that.
Jake was tired of flowers at Caritas--as was Jaina when she arrived at the bar to complain.
And if you were drinking every time I mentioned flowers or petals, I do apologize to your liver, especially at this early hour. That is the end of the notes, so I return to Truth Touch! Do enjoy your day.