Fandom Radio, Monday, May 4th, 2015
Obi-Wan: ...Master Rand? What is it you wanted to speak to me about-- Anakin?
Anakin: I was just woken up by my grandson yelling "May the Fourth be with you," in my comlink and I WILL FIND YOU, BEN. It's too early for this poodoo.
Obi-Wan: I am starting to get the impression we were conspired against.
Anakin: Definitely. The squirrels look far too innocent right now, and they are never innocent.
Obi-Wan: *sigh* This is the radio station, isn't it? I should have known I was being drawn into a trap.
Anakin: You're losing your touch if you didn't. Pass me the notes, will you? It should go fast because classes don't start until today.
Obi-Wan: I'm not losing my touch. *rustling of papers* Here.
Anakin: If squirrels successfully outsmarted you without drugging your tea or giving you a concussion, you're losing your touch. Right, in school, galactic holostar Garik Loran was in the library wearing a shirt and not wearing glitter. Well, not wearing glitter where the squirrels could see because I know for a fact that you cannot get rid of glitter with just one day's worth of showers. Cassandra came in for her weekly visit and got steered toward a new science fiction series...and then Face had to explain starships because sometimes the people here are from very, very primitive times without proper travel options.
Obi-Wan: I'm sure they'll get there in time, Anakin. Ah, I see we've arrived at the more invasive notes, as the squirrels spied on Dipper making a list-- apparently because he couldn't sleep. That's certainly a way to keep your life organized, Dipper. Jalian seemed to think it prudent to bring her knives to the deck. There… may be safer places to take care of your sharp objects. And yesterday, your errant grandson enjoyed a milkshake with his partner and discussed meeting me at the picnic yesterday. He didn't seem like the type to do prank calls-- maybe your sunny disposition simply invites that kind of behavior.
Anakin: It is way too early to deal with your particular brand of sarcasm, Obi-Wan. He met you at the picnic? That sounds interesting, or awkward, or both. I met my namesake a few years back, and that meeting was definitely both interesting and awkward. Anyway. In town, Jono was blasting Pearl Jam at Groovy Tunes at what the squirrels assured me was a definitely not emo way. I don't know what a Pearl Jam is, so I'll take their word for it. Anders, per Jono's request yesterday, stopped in to talk about his new little sibling, and Kaylin came by and offered to heal Jono's hurt hand. New kid Ringo goes for a jog--those stairs are killer, huh?--before ending up in the super convenient evil lair, um, warehouse district There's going to be a Cinco de Mayo--did I pronounce that right?--squirrels say no...party at Caritas tomorrow, and Brian either locked himself out of his own apartment or is the newest, most incompetent thief on the island.
Obi-Wan: Now, Anakin. Who's to say he couldn't be both?
Anakin: That's an excellent point. Jessica, Vic, look into it?
Obi-Wan: … and what was that about a super convenient evil lair?
Anakin: Experience. Warehouse districts tend to be nothing but trouble. First place I'll look when you inevitably get kidnapped by something bigger than squirrels.
Obi-Wan: I'm not losing my touch.
Anakin: You are too, but that's not the point. The point is we're out of notes, which means we're out of here. Kidnap someone else next time, squirrels.
Obi-Wan: *sigh* I came here of my own volition because someone invited me. I wasn't kidnapped. Because I'm not losing my touch. *pause* … But yes, we are done here.
Anakin:: If you were outsmarted by Atton Rand, you're also losing your--
*static*
Anakin: I was just woken up by my grandson yelling "May the Fourth be with you," in my comlink and I WILL FIND YOU, BEN. It's too early for this poodoo.
Obi-Wan: I am starting to get the impression we were conspired against.
Anakin: Definitely. The squirrels look far too innocent right now, and they are never innocent.
Obi-Wan: *sigh* This is the radio station, isn't it? I should have known I was being drawn into a trap.
Anakin: You're losing your touch if you didn't. Pass me the notes, will you? It should go fast because classes don't start until today.
Obi-Wan: I'm not losing my touch. *rustling of papers* Here.
Anakin: If squirrels successfully outsmarted you without drugging your tea or giving you a concussion, you're losing your touch. Right, in school, galactic holostar Garik Loran was in the library wearing a shirt and not wearing glitter. Well, not wearing glitter where the squirrels could see because I know for a fact that you cannot get rid of glitter with just one day's worth of showers. Cassandra came in for her weekly visit and got steered toward a new science fiction series...and then Face had to explain starships because sometimes the people here are from very, very primitive times without proper travel options.
Obi-Wan: I'm sure they'll get there in time, Anakin. Ah, I see we've arrived at the more invasive notes, as the squirrels spied on Dipper making a list-- apparently because he couldn't sleep. That's certainly a way to keep your life organized, Dipper. Jalian seemed to think it prudent to bring her knives to the deck. There… may be safer places to take care of your sharp objects. And yesterday, your errant grandson enjoyed a milkshake with his partner and discussed meeting me at the picnic yesterday. He didn't seem like the type to do prank calls-- maybe your sunny disposition simply invites that kind of behavior.
Anakin: It is way too early to deal with your particular brand of sarcasm, Obi-Wan. He met you at the picnic? That sounds interesting, or awkward, or both. I met my namesake a few years back, and that meeting was definitely both interesting and awkward. Anyway. In town, Jono was blasting Pearl Jam at Groovy Tunes at what the squirrels assured me was a definitely not emo way. I don't know what a Pearl Jam is, so I'll take their word for it. Anders, per Jono's request yesterday, stopped in to talk about his new little sibling, and Kaylin came by and offered to heal Jono's hurt hand. New kid Ringo goes for a jog--those stairs are killer, huh?--before ending up in the super convenient evil lair, um, warehouse district There's going to be a Cinco de Mayo--did I pronounce that right?--squirrels say no...party at Caritas tomorrow, and Brian either locked himself out of his own apartment or is the newest, most incompetent thief on the island.
Obi-Wan: Now, Anakin. Who's to say he couldn't be both?
Anakin: That's an excellent point. Jessica, Vic, look into it?
Obi-Wan: … and what was that about a super convenient evil lair?
Anakin: Experience. Warehouse districts tend to be nothing but trouble. First place I'll look when you inevitably get kidnapped by something bigger than squirrels.
Obi-Wan: I'm not losing my touch.
Anakin: You are too, but that's not the point. The point is we're out of notes, which means we're out of here. Kidnap someone else next time, squirrels.
Obi-Wan: *sigh* I came here of my own volition because someone invited me. I wasn't kidnapped. Because I'm not losing my touch. *pause* … But yes, we are done here.
Anakin:: If you were outsmarted by Atton Rand, you're also losing your--
*static*