Fandom Radio, Tuesday, January 24
Hello and good evening, Fandom -- that is, good evening if you're either safe in the dorms or behind locked doors. Well, I suppose it's a good evening to you less than lawful elements running about out there and having your own kind of fun as well, isn't it? This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy bringing you tonight's log of activity here on our fair island, and at least making a nominal effort at keeping the pirate honest. (I'm only teasing, Barbossa. You'd hardly be as much fun if you were.) And yes, in case anyone was wondering, I have my hat with me. Sadly, it will not be contributing to this broadcast.
Moving on then, a debriefing on what happened today.
Schooling
Er -- Barbossa, today's school announcements suggested that you learn about libel, though given that this is a radio broadcast I'm not entirely sure what all that has to do with it. Someone evidently left the principal cupcakes, but I don't believe that has anything to do with his announcement about using caution while going through town. I got here without too much trouble tonight, but . . . well, let's see if I make it back home, shall we?
In today's Speech classes, 201 did work on anti-establishment speeches, while 301 discussed non-verbal communication. In the latter case, that seems awfully antithetical at first, doesn't it? As for the former? Well, I'm glad my old commanding officer isn't likely to get wind of that. Even if I'm not taking Speech, I can't imagine he'd be delighted. Speaking of my old commanding officer, I don't think he'd be too pleased by what I said in Advanced Criminal Justice, where we talked about Justice -- big surprise, that -- and organizations from our places of origin that carried it out.
Ballads and figures of speech, two topics that go quite well together, were the subject of discussion in Professor Chaucer's Poetry class today, while Foreign Literature took a quiz and then watched a movie. *slight pause* Do these films of yours count as literature these days? I have no idea. I'm still getting used to seeing pictures move, quite frankly. In Arthurian Traditions, and there's a subject that's given me a few headaches this week even though I'm not in that class either, students discussed the reading assignments for the term. I hope that turned out to be more exciting than it sounds on paper.
I won't even begin to pretend I understand this "Dalton's Law of Partial Pressure" thing that the Chemistry class studied today, nor for that matter the Philosophy of Law and Equal Opportunity Employment concepts that Business Law and HR Management talked about. *pause, rustling papers* What? Oh, I'll be damned -- er, pardon me. Professor Gilmore-Danes is pregnant? Congratulations to you and your husband, Professor!
Advanced Journalism, taught by my new radio colleague Professor Skeeter, discussed the investigations they were assigned to do last week. Western Civilisation, which let me tell you is quite the challenging course, had a lecture on Greek politics and war. *cough* I did not fall asleep, I'd like to note. Ah, England, a country much beloved by me, which is more than I can say for a certain close-cropped lookalike of mine. The Battle of Hastings was the subject of discussion in History of Medieval England. Now I want to know if it's taught differently here than it was when it was drummed into my head when I was younger.
Don't ask me what message grids are, but Political Campaigning learned about them today. And not that this is related, but in the Assistants' Lounge Parker got milk and cookies. The teachers' lounge was stocked with "junk food." Does that include those alien pastries that fell on me from the sky last week? Doctor Carter, Professor Chaucer, and Doctor Pevensie were there, as were Constable Fraser my new hat-wearing friend and the Doctor, Professor Dream, Professor Gilmore-Danes, and Doctor Grissom. Grissom and the Doctor had what my notes call a smirk-off, which sounds painful, the new counselor compared Professor Dream to someone named Aslan, and Doctor Carter asked Constable Fraser out. What is it with you women and hats, anyhow?
On that note, we segue into today's mess hall happenings, where Edward was apprehensive about chicken, my new nautical comrade Pippi made an appearance, Lana and Shep were, as my notes say, "cute," and . . . *harrumph* Anders ate with Blair.
In the library, opened today by the lovely Miss Angela Chase, there was quite the bout of activity. Don't you lot know libraries are supposed to be quiet places? Or is this quiet by Fandom standards? If that's quiet, I'd love to know how you'd describe the first floor of the dorms. In case anyone is curious as to who Zero Hopeless-Savage is, she's the one with the green hair at the moment. Peter Parker was questioned by Rory and the other Parker, the one who I can actually vouch for as being quite a good kisser, about the events in town last night. Speaking of Miss Parker, I really think that said kissing prowess should offset the fact that she was seen in sweats, which I gather are below her usual standard of dressing, talking to Angela about . . . bunnynappers? I learn more new words every day around here. If they're even truly words. Anakin was researching Jedi, and Angela had to deny Shep's request for *sudden violent bout of coughing* the Kama Sutra? My God, my commanding officer would have been appalled. Note that I don't include myself in that statement, thank you.
And finally, in class-related news, Doctor Pierson had a meeting with Vala. Professor Cregg held rather quiet office hours and the Doctor slightly less quiet ones, while Professor Chaucer's office hours had a bit of chatter going on. Doctor Carter spent some quiet reflective time in her office as well. Professor Sidle was doing paperwork in her office, and Doctor Grissom and Professor Gilmore-Danes were also both in the office today. That's very official of all of you, really. Well done, esteemed faculty!
. . . please forget I just said that last bit. My God. I'll never get used to this "live" thing.
Principal Smith was paid visits by my new comrade in headgear, Constable Fraser, and someone named Cole? *pause* I can't place the name, but I'm assuming he's a student. John Crichton (delivering his fraternity proposal) and Victor Borkowski made stops at the disembodied Dean's office, but sadly the lithe and lovely Dean Washburn received no visitors. Honestly, people, what is wrong with you? Given the choice, I'd certainly visit Dean Washburn over the other two. Er -- no offence, Principal Smith and Dean Zordon.
Some excitement in the clinic tonight: Vala got stabbed, which -- oh, damn, Vala, I hope you recover quickly. Marty and Peter came by to see our lovely new counselor, and the ever-exuberant Blair paid a visit as well.
No one received detention today, apparently, which means I am once again denied the opportunity to subject you all to my speech about floggings at the gratings. Please, someone get in trouble next time I'm scheduled? It's quite a fine speech, I promise you.
On to . . .
In the Crew Berths
Blair got more presents from his Secret Sibling, this time a ball and . . . plants clothes? No, that can't be right . . . oh, hell, I don't understand half the words you people sling around anyhow, so I'll go with it. He was also later seen advertising products made of alpaca wool, useful at this time of year, really, as Ivanova evidently thought, since she came away with some. Walter put up flyers for a new cafe in town, where I'll make a point of going if it gets less terrifying outside, Maia slid something under Chiana's door (my own preferred method of leaving messages, I'd like to say), and Anders went swimming with Victor and Walter. Please God, not like that, I don't want to know.
Marty was watching television in the second floor common room, which still somewhat resembles a ship after a broadside, and Jaye was doing things with glitter out in the hallway. *pause* Not those kinds of things, all right? I was there. I know.
Jessica Tate inadvertently went to the wrong dorm room, perfectly understandable as we're up to our ears in fuckin' castles dorm rooms, and also ventured by Lee's room, where Angel's notoriously adorable puppy Sean was spending the night. Lee, honestly, not like that, I hope. On a completely unrelated note, Marty was going over his class notes.
Pip has evidently decided he needs therapy. If I understand the colloquial meaning of that phrase aright, I think that goes for most of us here, Pip. Alphonse seems to have come into possession of . . . an egg. Which, in this town, has equally good chances of being innocuous or ominous. Molly dropped by Cameron's room to have a talk with him, and Anders, that bakery whore -- er, sorry, Dean Zordon -- came by with cupcakes. Speaking of cupcakes, Lee made some, and Angel sampled them. You see, Samuel? It's possible to make your own cupcakes. Not that I ever expe -- ahem.
Shep spent some time alone in his room, while Lana visited Kiki. *rustling papers* It says here that they were talking about Shep and sex -- don't you think one of you was in the wrong room, perhaps, ladies? Izzy and Janet went out for the evening; Nadia ventured off campus, and later talked with Walter and Maia at Galactica Point, after dark. Rather brave of them, if you ask me.
On Shore Leave
Depending on your definition of excitement, it's certainly exciting out there tonight.
Especially at The Fourth Sin, where it was over between GOB and Becky despite the fact that it never really started, Becky and Jarod talked about vampires, a fellow by the odd name of Quark stopped in, and a new arrival named Agatha came in to introduce herself. Er . . . it sounds rather innocuous in my notes, despite what one might assume about introductions in a brothel.
Angel and Callisto went patrolling, and by this point in the broadcast I can't be sure if that's a euphemism. If it's not, then Artie was doing something of the sort as well, on his way to Caritas. Agatha and the Baron met, Quark and Tex talked about elections, and Pippi and Puss were shopping at the Emporium, where Michael and Tobias were discussing the uneasy conditions in town. "Uneasy." Ha -- now that's a euphemism, I can tell you. Victor had no luck getting a key copied, sadly.
Marty and Veronica were seen at Luke's Diner, talking quite a bit. Jessica, Parker who is not Peter, and Jaye who also kisses quite well all stopped at Luke's as well. In other dining news, Alfred was in his apartment, preparing for the opening of his new cafe. I hope things have calmed down in town by then, though there's no telling around here, is there?
The Baron and Kiki were lounging about at Aziraphale's shop, where Kiki was later joined by Aziraphale himself, and Doctor Wilson, and comfort food. The doctor and Aziraphale spent some time alone in the shop later, as well. No mention of the comfort food, though.
*rustling papers* *uncontrollable snickering* Oh Samuel . . . Cally has an escort? Someone named Batou? Oh my God, I love it. If someone can take a picture of the look on his -- AHEM.
I don't know what a Kevlar vest is, but Professor Sidle was wearing one in town today, where she had an encounter with Aziraphale. And in the most alarmingly violent occurrences of the day, Isabel, Vala, and Janet had a nasty time of it with someone named Darla upon leaving Caritas tonight -- oh, I see, that's how Vala got stabbed. Dear God. Thankfully Parker was there to see people to the clinic. Many skills, that Parker. The aforementioned Darla apparently collapsed on the side of the road at some point, as well.
Speaking of Caritas, Artie was there, and "macking on" Veronica. I can't rephrase that if I don't know what it means, so I hope you do. Hmm . . . seems there was also a fight between Bel and Veronica inside Caritas that carried out onto the street. I wonder if anyone will get detention for this? Do you think if I take advantage of the atmosphere in town and get in a fight with Anders in the park instead of in the common room, I won't get in trouble for it?
Well, that's a question I'll ponder on my way home to the dorms tonight. My watch is over and that's all we have in today's logs, so my hat and I are signing off now. From the Crow's Nest, this is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy, wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies -- figuratively speaking, of course -- and good night.
Moving on then, a debriefing on what happened today.
Schooling
Er -- Barbossa, today's school announcements suggested that you learn about libel, though given that this is a radio broadcast I'm not entirely sure what all that has to do with it. Someone evidently left the principal cupcakes, but I don't believe that has anything to do with his announcement about using caution while going through town. I got here without too much trouble tonight, but . . . well, let's see if I make it back home, shall we?
In today's Speech classes, 201 did work on anti-establishment speeches, while 301 discussed non-verbal communication. In the latter case, that seems awfully antithetical at first, doesn't it? As for the former? Well, I'm glad my old commanding officer isn't likely to get wind of that. Even if I'm not taking Speech, I can't imagine he'd be delighted. Speaking of my old commanding officer, I don't think he'd be too pleased by what I said in Advanced Criminal Justice, where we talked about Justice -- big surprise, that -- and organizations from our places of origin that carried it out.
Ballads and figures of speech, two topics that go quite well together, were the subject of discussion in Professor Chaucer's Poetry class today, while Foreign Literature took a quiz and then watched a movie. *slight pause* Do these films of yours count as literature these days? I have no idea. I'm still getting used to seeing pictures move, quite frankly. In Arthurian Traditions, and there's a subject that's given me a few headaches this week even though I'm not in that class either, students discussed the reading assignments for the term. I hope that turned out to be more exciting than it sounds on paper.
I won't even begin to pretend I understand this "Dalton's Law of Partial Pressure" thing that the Chemistry class studied today, nor for that matter the Philosophy of Law and Equal Opportunity Employment concepts that Business Law and HR Management talked about. *pause, rustling papers* What? Oh, I'll be damned -- er, pardon me. Professor Gilmore-Danes is pregnant? Congratulations to you and your husband, Professor!
Advanced Journalism, taught by my new radio colleague Professor Skeeter, discussed the investigations they were assigned to do last week. Western Civilisation, which let me tell you is quite the challenging course, had a lecture on Greek politics and war. *cough* I did not fall asleep, I'd like to note. Ah, England, a country much beloved by me, which is more than I can say for a certain close-cropped lookalike of mine. The Battle of Hastings was the subject of discussion in History of Medieval England. Now I want to know if it's taught differently here than it was when it was drummed into my head when I was younger.
Don't ask me what message grids are, but Political Campaigning learned about them today. And not that this is related, but in the Assistants' Lounge Parker got milk and cookies. The teachers' lounge was stocked with "junk food." Does that include those alien pastries that fell on me from the sky last week? Doctor Carter, Professor Chaucer, and Doctor Pevensie were there, as were Constable Fraser my new hat-wearing friend and the Doctor, Professor Dream, Professor Gilmore-Danes, and Doctor Grissom. Grissom and the Doctor had what my notes call a smirk-off, which sounds painful, the new counselor compared Professor Dream to someone named Aslan, and Doctor Carter asked Constable Fraser out. What is it with you women and hats, anyhow?
On that note, we segue into today's mess hall happenings, where Edward was apprehensive about chicken, my new nautical comrade Pippi made an appearance, Lana and Shep were, as my notes say, "cute," and . . . *harrumph* Anders ate with Blair.
In the library, opened today by the lovely Miss Angela Chase, there was quite the bout of activity. Don't you lot know libraries are supposed to be quiet places? Or is this quiet by Fandom standards? If that's quiet, I'd love to know how you'd describe the first floor of the dorms. In case anyone is curious as to who Zero Hopeless-Savage is, she's the one with the green hair at the moment. Peter Parker was questioned by Rory and the other Parker, the one who I can actually vouch for as being quite a good kisser, about the events in town last night. Speaking of Miss Parker, I really think that said kissing prowess should offset the fact that she was seen in sweats, which I gather are below her usual standard of dressing, talking to Angela about . . . bunnynappers? I learn more new words every day around here. If they're even truly words. Anakin was researching Jedi, and Angela had to deny Shep's request for *sudden violent bout of coughing* the Kama Sutra? My God, my commanding officer would have been appalled. Note that I don't include myself in that statement, thank you.
And finally, in class-related news, Doctor Pierson had a meeting with Vala. Professor Cregg held rather quiet office hours and the Doctor slightly less quiet ones, while Professor Chaucer's office hours had a bit of chatter going on. Doctor Carter spent some quiet reflective time in her office as well. Professor Sidle was doing paperwork in her office, and Doctor Grissom and Professor Gilmore-Danes were also both in the office today. That's very official of all of you, really. Well done, esteemed faculty!
. . . please forget I just said that last bit. My God. I'll never get used to this "live" thing.
Principal Smith was paid visits by my new comrade in headgear, Constable Fraser, and someone named Cole? *pause* I can't place the name, but I'm assuming he's a student. John Crichton (delivering his fraternity proposal) and Victor Borkowski made stops at the disembodied Dean's office, but sadly the lithe and lovely Dean Washburn received no visitors. Honestly, people, what is wrong with you? Given the choice, I'd certainly visit Dean Washburn over the other two. Er -- no offence, Principal Smith and Dean Zordon.
Some excitement in the clinic tonight: Vala got stabbed, which -- oh, damn, Vala, I hope you recover quickly. Marty and Peter came by to see our lovely new counselor, and the ever-exuberant Blair paid a visit as well.
No one received detention today, apparently, which means I am once again denied the opportunity to subject you all to my speech about floggings at the gratings. Please, someone get in trouble next time I'm scheduled? It's quite a fine speech, I promise you.
On to . . .
In the Crew Berths
Blair got more presents from his Secret Sibling, this time a ball and . . . plants clothes? No, that can't be right . . . oh, hell, I don't understand half the words you people sling around anyhow, so I'll go with it. He was also later seen advertising products made of alpaca wool, useful at this time of year, really, as Ivanova evidently thought, since she came away with some. Walter put up flyers for a new cafe in town, where I'll make a point of going if it gets less terrifying outside, Maia slid something under Chiana's door (my own preferred method of leaving messages, I'd like to say), and Anders went swimming with Victor and Walter. Please God, not like that, I don't want to know.
Marty was watching television in the second floor common room, which still somewhat resembles a ship after a broadside, and Jaye was doing things with glitter out in the hallway. *pause* Not those kinds of things, all right? I was there. I know.
Jessica Tate inadvertently went to the wrong dorm room, perfectly understandable as we're up to our ears in fuckin' castles dorm rooms, and also ventured by Lee's room, where Angel's notoriously adorable puppy Sean was spending the night. Lee, honestly, not like that, I hope. On a completely unrelated note, Marty was going over his class notes.
Pip has evidently decided he needs therapy. If I understand the colloquial meaning of that phrase aright, I think that goes for most of us here, Pip. Alphonse seems to have come into possession of . . . an egg. Which, in this town, has equally good chances of being innocuous or ominous. Molly dropped by Cameron's room to have a talk with him, and Anders, that bakery whore -- er, sorry, Dean Zordon -- came by with cupcakes. Speaking of cupcakes, Lee made some, and Angel sampled them. You see, Samuel? It's possible to make your own cupcakes. Not that I ever expe -- ahem.
Shep spent some time alone in his room, while Lana visited Kiki. *rustling papers* It says here that they were talking about Shep and sex -- don't you think one of you was in the wrong room, perhaps, ladies? Izzy and Janet went out for the evening; Nadia ventured off campus, and later talked with Walter and Maia at Galactica Point, after dark. Rather brave of them, if you ask me.
On Shore Leave
Depending on your definition of excitement, it's certainly exciting out there tonight.
Especially at The Fourth Sin, where it was over between GOB and Becky despite the fact that it never really started, Becky and Jarod talked about vampires, a fellow by the odd name of Quark stopped in, and a new arrival named Agatha came in to introduce herself. Er . . . it sounds rather innocuous in my notes, despite what one might assume about introductions in a brothel.
Angel and Callisto went patrolling, and by this point in the broadcast I can't be sure if that's a euphemism. If it's not, then Artie was doing something of the sort as well, on his way to Caritas. Agatha and the Baron met, Quark and Tex talked about elections, and Pippi and Puss were shopping at the Emporium, where Michael and Tobias were discussing the uneasy conditions in town. "Uneasy." Ha -- now that's a euphemism, I can tell you. Victor had no luck getting a key copied, sadly.
Marty and Veronica were seen at Luke's Diner, talking quite a bit. Jessica, Parker who is not Peter, and Jaye who also kisses quite well all stopped at Luke's as well. In other dining news, Alfred was in his apartment, preparing for the opening of his new cafe. I hope things have calmed down in town by then, though there's no telling around here, is there?
The Baron and Kiki were lounging about at Aziraphale's shop, where Kiki was later joined by Aziraphale himself, and Doctor Wilson, and comfort food. The doctor and Aziraphale spent some time alone in the shop later, as well. No mention of the comfort food, though.
*rustling papers* *uncontrollable snickering* Oh Samuel . . . Cally has an escort? Someone named Batou? Oh my God, I love it. If someone can take a picture of the look on his -- AHEM.
I don't know what a Kevlar vest is, but Professor Sidle was wearing one in town today, where she had an encounter with Aziraphale. And in the most alarmingly violent occurrences of the day, Isabel, Vala, and Janet had a nasty time of it with someone named Darla upon leaving Caritas tonight -- oh, I see, that's how Vala got stabbed. Dear God. Thankfully Parker was there to see people to the clinic. Many skills, that Parker. The aforementioned Darla apparently collapsed on the side of the road at some point, as well.
Speaking of Caritas, Artie was there, and "macking on" Veronica. I can't rephrase that if I don't know what it means, so I hope you do. Hmm . . . seems there was also a fight between Bel and Veronica inside Caritas that carried out onto the street. I wonder if anyone will get detention for this? Do you think if I take advantage of the atmosphere in town and get in a fight with Anders in the park instead of in the common room, I won't get in trouble for it?
Well, that's a question I'll ponder on my way home to the dorms tonight. My watch is over and that's all we have in today's logs, so my hat and I are signing off now. From the Crow's Nest, this is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy, wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies -- figuratively speaking, of course -- and good night.