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The radio broadcast sprang to somewhat staticy life midway through Saturday afternoon.

"How did Leroy even get through this weather to find me?" Anakin's voice demanded.

There were exhausted sounding squirrel chitters in reply.

"Right. I've got a message to relay from the people in the library. Ahem: PLEASE BRING SHARKS TO THE PARK. WE HAVE NO PREFERENCE AS TO HOW THEY ARE OBTAINED." Ahsoka, what the kriff are you planning? "FANDOM, DO YOUR THING. WE'RE GONNA FREEZE 'EM AND USE 'EM FOR--"

And that's when the radio's power went dead. Thanks for that, great white shark through the island's main power grid. The radio's backup generator would be up later, but the rest of the island might be kind of screwed.
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A little while after Hardison's broadcast, Zoe made her way over to the radio station and, thankfully, the squirrels were kind enough to let her right in.

"Good afternoon everyone, this is Zoe Winchester. We've gotten some more concrete information about the hurricane; I don't want to sound too alarming, but we are definitely in its path. It looks like Hurricane Finley is going to hit Fandom on Saturday, with winds of 100 miles per hour or more. I know many of you have been making preparations, but now that we know what kind of timetable we're working with, I strongly encourage you to stock up on food and supplies in case we lose power - make sure you have batteries, gas for your generators, anything you can think of that you might need if there's an emergency. Also, for any students in the dorms, Fosse will be coming around to nail plywood over as many windows as he can get to, so please help him if you can. I'm sure we'll all weather this just fine, no pun intended."

As she signed off, she had to admit, there was something a little refreshing about preparing for a normal kind of disaster.
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Ever since Susan came to her office, Zoe had been looking for anything she could find on these Auditors - in between answering world-ending phone calls and drinking heavily - and had come up with nothing. The drinking heavily probably hadn't helped, but it was keeping her calm, and she hadn't stopped being a soldier long enough to know that that was important in times like these.

She'd thought about making an announcement at the school, but this wasn't just affecting the students and teachers, and the more people who were aware of what they might be up against, the better. So, Zoe headed for the radio station, giving one of the squirrels a grateful look when it turned on the equipment for her without her even having to ask.

"Good afternoon, everyone. This is Zoe Winchester," she said, keeping her tone as calm as possible. "I apologize for the interruption, but I have some information on those who might be responsible for the disappearances that have been plaguing our friends and family. I've been informed that the people responsible for the current situation, if they can be referred to as people at all, are called Auditors. Unfortunately, that's all I know so far. I don't know why they've targeted Fandom's loved ones, or how they're doing what they're doing, and I'm hoping that's where all the smart folks here can come in."

Zoe sighed, getting quiet for a moment to maintain her composure. "If you've lost people, or your home, or entire worlds, then know that I am truly sorry. But I'd also like you to remember that trouble likes to find us, and we always send it back to where it came from in the end. Do not think of this as permanent, or there's no point in hoping at all. Gather what information you can, and as always, please stay safe. Thank you."

[NFI, reaction comments welcome!]
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Goooooooooooooooooood Morning my fellow Nemesisians! It's always a good morning when the Joker is there to wake you up! The best part of waking up is the Joker in

*sarcastic chittering*



That's what I thought. Now nooooooooooormally I don't like recapping the day for you bastards because, honestly, you guys are about as exciting as a high school spring production of Our Town. But since there is an oh-so-exciting tournament going on I'll deviate from the norm and actually read these notes. We are in the middle of a takeover, after all, it's only right everyone in town is keeeeeeeeeept up to date.

Let's get this over with. I've got a blonde wannabe-lawyer to torture.

Look, at least it's not Batman reading in that ridiculous voice of his )

[Like Jack and Lestat's broadcasts, this one is strictly for funsies. Only those on Nemesis Island can hear it. *clings to the Joker even though he hates it* Can I keep him?]
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The Vampire Lestat here. Remember me? Perhaps some of you don't, if you're one of our new friends from across the way. What can I tell you about myself that you might not know already? Blond, tall for my time, grey eyes which change color depending on my mood, and of course I'm an utter monster who can't resist devouring the intoxicating thrill of life when I have my fangs punged into a mortal's flesh. Though I could resist. I probably should resist. But where's the fun in that?

*sound of chipmunk squeaking*

Your encouragement means nothing. I've been denied perfectly reasonable pleasures for two nights now. It's enough to make a dishonorable murderer become quite bitter down in his unbeating heart.

*rattle of pages, nervous squeaking*

Ah yes. News. I suppose I should do the right thing and fill everyone in on the events of the day. And what a day it was. Allow him to talk about it. For HOURS )

[ooc: Same as Jack's broadcast. For funsies. Only those on Nemesis Island can hear it. MWAHAHAHAHA.]
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Good morning, fellow Nemesisians! Are we using that, or did we decide on Nemesisers at the last town hall meeting? I slept through it.

Had a weird dream involving Delores and cupcakes, too, but that's nothing you'd be interested in.

Anyway, I'm Captain Jack, the chipmunks are assuring me that yes, it is morning, and I'm here to tell you what we got up to yesterday as we got to explore a simply charming new island. Oh, and the chipmunks here also want me to pass along that they are much more efficient than the inferior squirrels of Fandom.

*more chittering*

Who they kidnapped. Excellent work, chipmunks. More on that later.

Early this morning, our charming Mayor and equally charming...Delores...met with their completely less charming counterparts Cable and Zoe. Was it actually a piece of cable? Because that would be strange even for here. Blah, blah, we like their island, blah, blah they aren't happy, blah tournament.

I love tournaments! Drinks all 'round!

*pause* What do you mean, I'm supposed to cackle evilly now?

Two of their students wandered over to our fascinating little spot of the world and ran into a bit of trouble over near the dark forest with one of our more mysterious citizens. Oh, I love a good mystery. Also wandering around in the forest today was the Cylon--oh, he made a friend!--Korr played a bit with his food, which then ran off--sorry about that, mate--and Kroenen was out for a bit of a wander. Still working through that break-up, eh? I'm wonder if those silly little children went crying back to their mayor. Honestly. What were they expecting, coming here? It's called the dark forest Did they think they'd get tea and cookies?

Well, if you talk with Delores, then yes. And speaking of which, she was chatting with the mayor in the park today. See what I did there? It's called a transition! She must have been out of tea, though, since the Mayor was also over at Mrs. Lovett's Meatpie Emporium.

Bryce and John Constantine were over at the Bada Boom--if Giselle's in a strop, tell her I'll call.

*chipmunk-y laughter*

I might. Darth Vader was wandering around dark corners in the Wax Museum, strange man that he is, and met with yet another stupid youth from the other island. Really, I believe we're doing them a favor, taking them over. Clearly they're too dumb to live. A lovely wench was also in the museum.

Over at the asylum, the Joker and the lovely Delores had an equally lovely conversation before he caught up with Tyler. The tournament was the topic of conversation between those two, and don't worry, boys, no one here is betting against you.

I couldn't get anyone to take those odds.

And finally, I got to catch up with my dear friend Hector, who stole my ship and marooned me twice. We'll be racing bathtubs in a few hours if you want to cheer me on.

That's all for the morning!

[OOC: Just for fun, folks. You can only hear the radio if you're on Nemesis Island, but I couldn't resist!]
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Dean: Good evening, Fandom from the brothers Winchester. Yep, both of them. Great isn't it?

Sam: Very, very great. Not that New York isn't a lovely place, but it's a lot better to be here.

Dean: Damn straight. No road trips without me. That's a new family rule.

Sam: What if I want to go somewhere with Dawn? Or Peter? Or Dad? ...Okay, that last one probably won't happen, but what about the first two?

Dean: I'll bring Meg along. Or Alec if he's back. It can be a double thing.

Sam: You're going to be like this for a while, aren't you?

Dean: Like what?

Sam: Like you don't want to let me out of your sight. I get that though, I really do.

Dean: Bad things happen when I let you out of my sight. So, yeah.

Sam: That's not always true. We should be celebrating, you know, like everyone else.

Dean: We will. As soon as the squirrels let us go. Apparently they're a little peeved that we weren't available last night.

Sam: Sorry squirrels, I was a little busy being trapped in the past with your pirate leader. Of all the people to end up with Dad and I...

Dean: Hey, at least you had a ready supply of rum that way.

Sam: It was Prohibition, Dean. Not even Vkandis would know what was actually in that alcohol.

Dean: Beggers can't be choosers.

Sam: Oh, I can be very choosy when I want to be, trust me.

Shockingly, there's a bit more brotherly banter than usual. )

Sam: I will say one thing about the angels: at least they didn't make the clinic overflow.

Dean: Guess that makes a nice change in one way.

Sam: I really am ready now for the change in which nothing bad happens at all.

Dean: Yeah. Some peace and quiet would be really nice.

Sam: Do you think we'll find some temporary peace and quiet at Caritas?

Dean: If we don't, we'll at least have free booze.

Sam: I guess that's all I can ask for right now. Do you want to say good night to everyone listening?

Dean: Night everyone. Welcome home those who've been gone.

Sam: Yes, welcome home everyone.


London, 1899: Doom brought a message to Alexander Hartdegen, and everyone entered the stasis pods.
London, Today: Vala, Zoe and Bond showed up to wake everyone up from stasis.
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Zoe headed for the radio station for the second time this week, but when her broadcast started, she sounded happier than she had in days.

"Good afternoon, Fandom. This is Principal Washburn with some excellent news. Thanks to all of the brave people who went up against the statues today, the angels have been trapped, and are no longer a threat to anyone. The teams who went looking for information have been handwavily called and told that it's safe to come home, and a team will be going out this evening to the stasis chambers, to bring everyone who went missing home.

"As always, I'm very proud of everyone, for sticking together, for helping each other, and for once again proving that there's nothing that can hurt the people of this town without being brought down and destroyed. You should all be very proud of yourselves as well."

[Away team folks, you can be back in town as of this afternoon - yay portals! Please keep playing in your finale threads if you need to.]
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Don't adjust your dial, Fandomites, it is indeed Saturday and this is indeed Dick Casablancas with WTFH Fandom radio. Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking coming out here while creepy ass angels are attacking to give you news. You people owe me.

It's the Ides of March. Don't stab me )

That's it? Man, we better get people back soon or I'm out of a job. Oh...and also because they're awesome and I'd like to see them again. That too. Alright, I'm going to run back to the dorms as fast as I can. Night!

OOC Notes on the shenanigans outside of Fandom

The Past: Cairo 1923 | Chicago 1933 | London 1936 | New York 1930 | Paris 1899

Away Teams: Crane Asylum | Museum of Natural History | Westchester | Timbuktu | Castle DOOM
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Hey Fandom? Look behind you. Unless there's a statue of an angel in front of you. Then have somebody else look behind you. All clear? Okay, then. This is Xander with the news. Willow couldn't be here tonight because she's stucking in nineteen frakkin' twenty-three. But she says hi.

[squeaky noises]

Yeah, you guys too. She mentioned you specifically.

[squeaky sniffly noises]

Aww, man, don't do that. We're gonna get her back. We're gonna get 'em all back. Here, have a kleenex. ...Okay, have like, a tenth of a kleenex. Look, I'm gonna read about how we even hold classes during a state of emergency - you know she'll be all lovably deranged over that when she gets home.

No really, look behind you. )

Be careful, people. Look out for each other. Me and the squirrels are heading back to MCA - somebody leave a light on for me, okay?


Yeah, you can come too.

In the land of the OOC, the one-eyed man is ...not reading these links.

The Past: Paris 1899 | Cairo 1923 | New York 1930 | Chicago 1933 | London 1936

Away Teams: Alpha: American Museum of Natural History, NYC | Bravo: Crane Asylum, Chicago | Charlie: Westchester | Delta: Timbuktu | Echo: London/Latveria
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Hey Fandom, assuming any of you are still here to listen. I feel like I should be running away right about now, but I'm hoping the squirrels will protect me. Like fuzzy good luck charms. Angel stuff is at the end, kids, go get a drink while I talk about the other boring stuff you did today.

For now, rum will also help! )

Fandom Radio, March 12

Wednesday, March 12th, 2008 10:43 pm
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Hi have I mentioned I kind of hate this town? People are getting sent into the past? What the hell. I mean it. Seriously. What. the. hell.

Now watch me speed through this because I'd really love to be in my room with the door locked thanks.


And since this is the end of my notes, I need to be heading back out. Which I'm not looking forward to because I've seen horror movies. I'm so the girl who dies at the beginning. And these shoes? Have you seen these shoes? They're a twisted ankle waiting to happen.

I'm going to try to find my squirrel escort who skittered off. Wish me luck.


I am not being overdramatic!

[Paris, 1899- wherein Ino arrives and Deadpool, Romeo and Jeff are all meeting up. A brothel was involved in at leastone of those meetings.
Cairo, 1923- Willow makes friends with a local, and Mel stops in at the bar where I think Robin's like a regular now.
New York, 1930- Sam and John Winchester are split up and reunited, Lana finds Sam, and Troy and Lana meet the opposing ends of the age gap.
Chicago, 1933- Sora learns that not all Chicagoans are friendly, and Turtle makes nice with a copper.
London, 1936- Cimorene and Roy arrive to meet some people, and Aly finds Roy and Seely, while dispensing some pickpocketing advice.]
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As soon as she'd finished reading the letters she'd received, Zoe headed straight for the radio station, ignoring the squeaking and chittering of the squirrels as she sat down and turned everything on.

"Good afternoon, this is Principal Washburn. Don't change the station - I need everyone to listen to this. As some of you have noticed, there's been an unexplainable increase in missing persons over the last few days. I want you all to know that a little while ago, I received some letters - from cities all across the globe, dated throughout the early 1900's.

"Something on the island is sending people into the past. From these letters, I don't know what it is, and I don't know how it's working. But the one thing all the letters have in common is that they mention angel statues. They all say that the statues were there when they were taken.

"I want to encourage everyone to exercise caution when going through town. If you spot any of the statues, please stay away from them." Zoe knew full well that request wouldn't work on everyone, but it was worth the shot anyway. "Once we've figured out more about what's going on, I'll let everyone know. But for now, please stay calm and stay safe. Know that those who are missing are all right, and we will figure out a way to get them back. Thank you."

[Aaaand it's now common knowledge that the angels are involved. Go forth and do what Fandom residents do best! One of these days, by god, people will listen to Zoe.]
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Reno: You know it's gonna be an interestin' broadcast when the squirrels tell you you gotta sit down before startin' to read, yo. I'm almost afraid to look at these notes. They gonna make me start singin' again? I'm not up for another round of Modern Major General, here.

Jenny: There will be no singing. If the singing starts, I am out of here. You hear me? No. Singing.

Reno: It's a deal, yo. We got these notes here, the ones the squirrels are wavin' their little arm-things over. And we're gonna read 'em. And we ain't gonna sing. And if I do end up singin', someone is gonna get hurt. I mean it.

Jenny: Ahem. Hello and welcome to Booze and News with Reno and Jenny. Now with one hundred percent less singing if someone knows what's good for them.

Reno: Don't even matter who the someone is, yo. Just let it be known, singin' from here on in is gonna mean a world of pain for someone. Whoever's closest. Whatever.

The News! )

Jenny: We're done. Say good night, Reno!

Reno: Good night, Reno!

[Shiny OOC Notes from the paaaast, for your viewing pleasure!

London, 1936 - Aly gets an "Oh, Er!" from Bertie as she rolls across the pavement.
Chicago, 1933 - Sora has never hard of Chicago, and Turtle meets Bugsy Malone.
New York, 1930 - Lana arrives, and meets a Mrs. Parker that is not the Parker we know and love.
Cairo, 1923 - Barney likes the local ladies, and finds the Robin that isn't green at a local bar.
Paris, 1899 - Jeff has arrived, terrified. Romeo barters a donut for his freedom, and mistakes Toulouse for Tybalt. Deadpool gets a package from the fuuuuture! And also meets up with Jeff.]
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Are you certain we can't wait another few minutes?


Really? A matter of life and death? I never knew radio was that important! I suppose Turtle's been right on that one as well. Er...

...are you sure we can't wait? It'd be a bit odd to do this without her--



Lonely Radio )
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When Zoe came over the radio this time, she sounded much, much happier than she had the last time.

"Good evening, everyone. This is Principal Washburn with a very important announcement: a cure has been found for the virus. I repeat, a cure has been found for the virus, and is currently being made at town hall. Those who have been sick are receiving the cure as we speak, and are on the way to recovery. Everyone who is not currently at town hall needs to come by and get some of the cure as well, just in case. I look forward to seeing everyone there."

[Obviously, you can handwave coming to get your dose of tea, but if you want to play out coming by and getting some, please go here.]
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Pam: Hi, everyone. It's Pam.

Jim: And Jim. And we're here to bring you the news that hopefully has some bright stuff in it or we may need to make up things about puppies and kitties.

Pam: And maybe little baby birds, too? Those are so cute. They're fluffy!

Jim: And as a last resort, bunnies.

Pam: I like bunnies. Oh, oh, and baby seals. Maybe there were some baby seals in town today?

Jim: That sounds like something that would have happened. It was a cute animal convention. But more on that later.

Pam: Right. For now, classes.

Baby animal parade. )

Jim: Okay, I think there's just one more thing to do before signing off for the night.

Pam: Baby turtles? I like baby turtles.

Jim: Close. Radio squirrels? Come on out. You've done a great job reporting in the hospital and everything. You've kept track of a crazy amount. Come on, radio group hug.

Pam: ...or, you know, a figurative one if you're not into hugging, little squirrels. Night, everyone. Feel better.

Jim: Night! Hey, did you know that squirrels have claws? Enough hugging, ow.
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Okay, so like, maybe I'm paranoid and all, but my throat's been sore all day. It's not supposed to be sore, right? Are the sick people getting sore throats? Because I totally took a Hall's and it's not working, so I eschew hellos today, Fandom, to ask you if this is something I dare go to the clinic for, or if I'm just going to make things worse by going there and exposing myself to all those germs in case I'm just being Little Miss Hypochrondriac. Is there anyone still well in this town? Anyone?

plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaague )
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It took Zoe a few minutes and some pleasantly helpful squirrels to get the radio equipment going, but she didn't sound at all pleased when the broadcast started.

"Good evening, everyone," she said. "This is Principal Washburn. I have an announcement to make, and I know I usually limit myself to the school for this sort of thing, but this is something everyone needs to hear. Earlier today, one of our students, Bart Allen, passed away in the town hall clinic. Bart was a strong young man, and I have no doubt that the doctors and healers at the clinic did everything in their power to try to help him.

"In case it wasn't glaringly obvious by now, this sickness is not the average flu. I've already said this once to the students, and now I'm telling everyone - if you're sick, go to the town hall. Do not stay in your rooms, or your houses, and think that everything will be all right. The only way we can be sure that no one else will die is if we all help each other stay as well as possible.

"I've seen this town band together under the strangest circumstances, and just because we're not up against something we can shoot at, it doesn't mean we can't still be there for each other. I'll be keeping Bart and his friends in my thoughts, and I hope that all of you will do the same."
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Kerrigan: Okay, you good?

Turtle: good as someone who just hacked up a pile of phlegm the size of a half dollar can be.

Kerrigan: I mean to broadcast, for fu-- I said I'm not talking.

Turtle: *after a few coughs, then a sniffle* Yeah, I'b goob. *very loud blowing of nose* You sure you don't want to help, Miss Lieutenant Kerrigan? It goes faster with two people.

Kerrigan: It's just Lieutenant. Miss sounds like I'm up for a freaking modeling competition.

Turtle: Oh! Like ANTM!

Kerrigan: What--?! NO! NO MODELING!

Turtle: Mwa ha-- *cough cough cough* Uggggggh. Right. Here. You read these ones.


Turtle: ....Miss Lieutenant Kerrigan, ma'am?

Kerrigan: What now?

Turtle:, we...we're done. I really, really want to go back to the dor-- *coooooough* Ugh, actually. I know you were gonna take me back to the dorms, but can we pleasepleaseplease just go to the town hall-slash-clinic instead?

Kerrigan: Fine. Try not to pass out on me.

Turtle: I won't! If I do, I'll pay you an extra fifty bucks.

[[ yay and many thanks to [ profile] on_her_korhal for filling in for...err...herself ]]
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Good evening Fandom, you're listening to WTFH Fandom Radio, Seely "Is it flu season already?" Booth broadcasting.

Here comes the nightly plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaague news. )

And that's all the news that's unfit to print, so until next time this is Seely "Has a bad feeling about this" Booth, signing off.

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