Good morning, Fandom. This is Jonothon Starsmore, single-handedly clearing out the radio station this morning after a Portalocity stopover that involved sitting in a waiting area made completely of soft French cheeses. I'm going to make this broadcast quick so that I can get home, unpack, attempt to wash off the cat without getting too terribly mauled - say hello, Joni - shower, and then sleep. Most importantly, sleep.
So, broadcasting live from our Fandom Island location to the three of you left on the island, I bring you news of what everyone else was doing in Italy
Apparently vacationers were relocated to Florence
yesterday morning. I'm not certain where they were before,
but I hear Florence is nice this time of year. Or... something. Though Kitty
liked her room in the last place more. In Florence, there's the Accademia Museum,
where Cade and Topher
talked about checking out David's behind and just generally causing a nuisance. Since I'm not on this trip, and you lads aren't likely to be listening to this, I'm not going to bother with the stern lecture. You're welcome. For those still on the island who are listening, let it be known that Cade
also compared the size of his personal assets to those of David for Maddie's... I'm not going to say benefit, because I can't imagine she wanted to know. At the Duomo
, Alec and Isabel
talked about how she wanted to stay in tonight, and... there's a smear of some manner of Italian pasta sauce across the rest of the note, so you'll have to go without hearing what they were talking about. Gert
took in the political culture at the Palazzo Vecchio, and while shopping
for Prada, Cordelia
informed Hannibal that teachers and students aren't supposed to acknowledge that one another so much as exist outside of class. News to me, honestly.
The trip, of course, continued on into the evening. Isabelle
and Isaac stayed in last night at the hotel while she worked on getting him drunk. Jackson
was alone in his hotel room last night after telling his roommate to leave him alone for the evening. Theo
didn't seem terribly upset about that development, having dinner at the L'Incontro restaurant. Meanwhile, Maddie and Jim were sampling the wares at the bar
. At the gym,
Flick relaxed in the steam room and Kitty worked out. Dr. Lecter
took in the sights around the city's streets, Anakin
appreciated the city's fine dining and finer wine, and Jessica
informed Cade that he actually almost looked classy last night while he was eating pasta and drinking wine at a cafe.
In related news, I'm tired and I reek of camembert and these clothes will never be the same again and I hate you all a little.
Moving on to news around Fandom's Town, Sam Traynor
was having technical difficulties at the Portalocity office getting several portals to work, which I imagine explains my stopover du fromage last night. Allie
brought a book with her to work at the Devil's Nest, correctly anticipating a slow night. Mike
didn't even bother with his Caritas shift, opting to stay home with coffee. I, for one, think he made the correct choice. Derek
wanted to know if he was staying around for the evening, and they wound up sharing brownies of a not-at-all-questionable nature while watching the telly and talking about cage dancing.
... Those sound like some brownies. Jack Priest
and Mike talked about wanting to watch Derek's behaviour, presumably because of the brownies, and how it was quiet last night. Presumably because of Italy. Derek
wound up sharing his brownies with Jack as well, and they contemplated watching something with breasts and horror, or else maybe putting glowing stars on the ceiling. Because why not. Continuing our notes of Derek's descent down the rabbit hole, he encouraged Stiles
to throw a party, and there's something about how Oreos don't taste like pumpkin, and then Jack
wanted to know if Stiles was there to laugh at them, and something about Derek and English class and I actually think the squirrels were into the brownies as well. It's hard to tell without being able to ask them, and that's all of the notes, so I'm not going to worry too much about it.
No, instead, I'm going home. Good day, Fandom. The... six of you actually on the island, then. Good day.