Jaye's stuff had been packed into her car (which was a bitch on this island, god), and she'd gone back to the radio station to settle some things really quick before leaving.

By which she meant she was going to stand outside and try and find someone to take over the radio last minute. What, this was thinking ahead for her.

[For one!]

Once the squirrel telethon started going, it was clear it wouldn't stop any time soon. Not until they had enough rum to satisfy themselves. After being carried out of the radio booth, Jessica hit up an ATM to bring twenty bucks back. It was only fair. The squirrels were planning on being entertaining. And sure enough, by the time she got back to ( Read more... )

After the morning's radio broadcast, Kitty headed down to get down to work and check some things out. Mainly because it occurred to her that um, things were probably still being broadcast to wherever the fans came from and this might be a good place to start fixing that. And while she wished she'd thought about this before last night, the initial ( Read more... )

The squirrels had progressed to having a sit-in.

It was entirely, entirely possible that they'd just gotten tired of protesting by pacing around. They had been doing it for a week, after all ( Read more... )

The picket line had ended for the night, but the squirrels were still outside, sitting on the ground around what looked to be a very small trash barrel that they were burning for heat. A couple had even set up small tents outside (those would be the ones who'd made their own "Occupy WTFH" signs, natch), and a few of them had begun doing something ( Read more... )

There had been some negotiations, some planning, and some sign making, but it was official. Even though he was human and not technically a squirrel outside of some freelance work, Coulson was on strike with his squirrely brethren. And that's why he was standing outside the radio station today, marching with a sign that read 'EQUAL RUM FOR EQUAL ( Read more... )

There'd been arguing. At least, Jaye thought there'd been arguing. She was dealing with squirrels, after all. Either way, she'd yelled and gestured and they'd squeaked and gestured back at her, and then they all stalked off in a group. Deciding she'd let them cool off and wondering why this was her life, she started out of the station to go ( Read more... )

It wasn't that Jaye was working, really. Unless you considered swinging by to drop off a few bottles of rum as payment for the squirrels working. Which... she probably should. They hadn't been especially happy this week what with the having to hide and all, so they'd get an extra bottle to shut them up ( Read more... )

Jaye finally knew why people supervised their children: because if they broke things, you'd be the one cleaning up the mess. So when OJ (...that was his name, right?) kept insisting that they do radio, she decided she'd go along and sneak a shot of rum or two to deal with this monitor the squirrels while he used the equipment ( Read more... )

If you thought Jack would have noticed that anything was different this week--including that his clothing had been replaced with things that were more artistically ripped rather than just worn to holes--well, you hadn't spent much time with the pirate.

He was outside the radio station today with his voting box for the radio broadcasters, blasting ( Read more... )