WTFH

D'Argo: How does this... Oh. Does the red light mean it's on? *taps microphone*

Uhhhh, so. My name is D'Argo and I'll be... bringing you the news, I guess. You know, I thought maybe John would be here. Guess not. So, let me see these notes, thank you, skirl-

*sounds of chittering, followed by a door opening*

Cher: Hey, what are you doing here? OH MY GOD WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOUR FACE.

D'Argo:: Nothing. What's wrong with yours?

Cher: There is nothing wrong with my... Really? Is there something wrong with my face?

D'Argo: What are you doing here anyway?

Cher: I asked you first!

D'Argo: I asked you second and I have the tongue.

Cher: Look, I'm flattered and all, but what kind of girl do you think I am? Desperate?

D'Argo: You would not have to be desperate-

Cher: Oh, as if! The alternative would be to get me drunk and I could not let myself get that sloppy in public. Or ever.

D'Argo: I'm not hitting on you-

*sound of a door opening*

Hermione: What's going on here?

D'Argo: I've asked that a few times already.

Cher: I'm just trying to get some more radio time, since no one was scheduled! The secret to success is to put yourself out there.

Hermione: Shut up. I'm supposed to be here. I'm the one with actual radio experience.

Cher: What's she doing here?

Jaina: I saw this one walking here all purposeful. Thought I should tag along.

Hermione: Look, stay if you must, but I'm going to start reading.

Cher: The guy with the face already did.

Jaina: Guy with the face? Oh, look, it's the job-stealer.

D'Argo: I said I was sorry!

Hermione: *sigh* Just, someone start reading.

( cut because who knew, it gets longer )
Hermione: I think that's it.

D'Argo: You missed one.

Hermione: I did not.

DArgo: What's this paper that says radio voting is up?

Cher: That's the most important one! Remember, people of Fandom, vote early, vote often, and vote Cher!

Jaina: I'm really glad I don't see politics in your future, because those words are terrifying.

D'Argo: Are we done? Can I go back home? Or maybe for a very large drink?

Hermione: I think we all can. Say goodnight, everyone.

D'Argo: No.

*dead air*



[My brain is wrong.]