Pirate Radio, Sunday, April 9
This be likeguidelines and *sigh* me weetiny bunny friends bringin' ye the highs 'n lows o' life here in Fandom.
Readin', Writin', Rithamatic
It be Sunday. Thar be no manner o' classes, ye daft buggers.
*weetiny snickering*
This be like me own personal laugh track. I be findin' it a mite strange.
Roomin'
The dancin' lemurs be returnin' Nadia's guitar t' Pip, and Nadia be explainin' that before she be tryin' t' go fer a little swim in, well, early April, she be leavin' that guitar t' Pip.
Nadia 'n Angela be talkin' about dreams. Be ye havin' the one where ye be covered in ice cream 'n someone be throwin' tiny pickles at ye? Or be that jes' me? Either way, Walter still be in Nadia's room when she be wakin' up wit' bad dreams. How sweet.
Veronica be payin' a visit t' Doctor Grissom, Rory be sendin' emails and nappin', and Phoebe be gettin' visited by weetiny bunnies who be able t' spell. *papers rustling* I be wonderin' if maybe they'd be better than me current researchers.
*dead air, with faint sounds of weetiny muttering and scratching*
That be in no way how ye be spellin' "will work fer carrots," so I be stickin' wit' me current system, thank ye very much.
Xander be talkin' t' Isabel about Bridge, Anakin be better after spendin' the weekend in his room doin' some creepy Jedi thing, and Piper 'n Phoebe be makin' up. Not out. Because that be wrong.
Aeryn be worried about Crichton, which after last night's broadcast be terribly warranted. Bridge be stoppin' by--apparently thar be something in Crichton's head. Other than his brain, I mean. And aye, thar be a brain in there, fer those o' ye who'd been wonderin'.
And in other things that be crazy, I be hearin' that Jaye be talkin' t' her stuffed animals, then be breakin' up wit' Cam 'n talkin' t' a milk carton. Cam be upset 'n talkin' to Molly about it on the roof. The break up. Not the "talkin' t' inanimate objects" bit. Because we all be knowin' that be not terribly strange around her. Jaye also be breakin' her toaster today. That be tragic! Where be ye gettin' toast now?
Pip 'n Pippi be in the gym 'n plannin' a pool party. Am I alone in thinkin' that that be entirely too many "p" words in a row?
*more weetiny snickering* Oh, quiet, all o' ye.
The sun be risin' in the east, so thar be a party in the second floor common room. Among the highlights: Cally 'n Angela be talkin' about mechanics, Peter be askin' Angela and Callisto about lobsters. It be makin' sense t' only one o' them. Isabel be talkin' t' Peter about last words, Bridge and Callisto be talkin' about Angel as a father, God be helpin' us, and Peter 'n Jaye be talkin' about the lovely ladies over at the Sin. Hello, Miho! Xander 'n Bridge be plannin' a date, which be makin' Bridge even bouncier than usual. Please be keepin' him away from the sugar.
Sam be drinkin' in her room. I be likin' that in a wench. Walter 'n Alphonse both be asleep in thar room. I be havin' no idea what be makin' this newsworthy. Pippi be brushin' her hair 'n Angela be sendin' email. Not together. Although I be not seein' why those two things be not able t' happen at the same time.
*sudden blast of Irish step dancing music*
Dammit! Stay away from those buttons! *pause* Though ye do be quite talented at that.
*sounds of weetiny stepdancing*
Revelin'
Brunch at the hotel be quiet, but that might be because they were givin' away free alcohol or somethin' at the Trooper station. Thar be entirely too many people goin' in and out fer me t' keep track of.
After meetin' up at the Perk, Professor Cregg 'n Mr. Wagner be havin' a date-type thing back at his room. Thar be somethin' about circuses mentioned in my report. I be thinkin' "dirty" might be appropriate here.
Jaye be makin' no friends over at the theater and Giles be makin' weetiny bunny friends over at his bookstore that I be not able t' pronounce.
Thar be somethin' that be seemin' suspiciously like angst comin' from Professor Camulus 'n Orlin's apartment, so I be movin' on. Speakin' o' things that be uncomfortable, Ivanova 'n Edmund be runnin' into each other at Jeff, God o' Biscuits. I be thinkin' they be not both after the same cruller. Unless that be some manner o' euphemism.
*more weetiny snickers*
The Baron be chattin' wit' the ducks in the park, Wonka's be open, and Nadia be gettin' her job back at Empire Records.
Those who are supposed t'be livin' in clinic and dead in the clinic be still in the clinic today. And Stark be covered in weetiny bunnies. Me condolences.
*something that sounds like Barbossa getting weetiny thwaps*
Ow, ye crazy beasties!
*dead air*
Okay, that be all from the Crow's Nest, where I be covered in weetiny huggin' bunnies and be not nearly drunk enough fer this to be okay. Keep an eye out fer Matey With the Hat, and have a good night!
Readin', Writin', Rithamatic
It be Sunday. Thar be no manner o' classes, ye daft buggers.
*weetiny snickering*
This be like me own personal laugh track. I be findin' it a mite strange.
Roomin'
The dancin' lemurs be returnin' Nadia's guitar t' Pip, and Nadia be explainin' that before she be tryin' t' go fer a little swim in, well, early April, she be leavin' that guitar t' Pip.
Nadia 'n Angela be talkin' about dreams. Be ye havin' the one where ye be covered in ice cream 'n someone be throwin' tiny pickles at ye? Or be that jes' me? Either way, Walter still be in Nadia's room when she be wakin' up wit' bad dreams. How sweet.
Veronica be payin' a visit t' Doctor Grissom, Rory be sendin' emails and nappin', and Phoebe be gettin' visited by weetiny bunnies who be able t' spell. *papers rustling* I be wonderin' if maybe they'd be better than me current researchers.
*dead air, with faint sounds of weetiny muttering and scratching*
That be in no way how ye be spellin' "will work fer carrots," so I be stickin' wit' me current system, thank ye very much.
Xander be talkin' t' Isabel about Bridge, Anakin be better after spendin' the weekend in his room doin' some creepy Jedi thing, and Piper 'n Phoebe be makin' up. Not out. Because that be wrong.
Aeryn be worried about Crichton, which after last night's broadcast be terribly warranted. Bridge be stoppin' by--apparently thar be something in Crichton's head. Other than his brain, I mean. And aye, thar be a brain in there, fer those o' ye who'd been wonderin'.
And in other things that be crazy, I be hearin' that Jaye be talkin' t' her stuffed animals, then be breakin' up wit' Cam 'n talkin' t' a milk carton. Cam be upset 'n talkin' to Molly about it on the roof. The break up. Not the "talkin' t' inanimate objects" bit. Because we all be knowin' that be not terribly strange around her. Jaye also be breakin' her toaster today. That be tragic! Where be ye gettin' toast now?
Pip 'n Pippi be in the gym 'n plannin' a pool party. Am I alone in thinkin' that that be entirely too many "p" words in a row?
*more weetiny snickering* Oh, quiet, all o' ye.
The sun be risin' in the east, so thar be a party in the second floor common room. Among the highlights: Cally 'n Angela be talkin' about mechanics, Peter be askin' Angela and Callisto about lobsters. It be makin' sense t' only one o' them. Isabel be talkin' t' Peter about last words, Bridge and Callisto be talkin' about Angel as a father, God be helpin' us, and Peter 'n Jaye be talkin' about the lovely ladies over at the Sin. Hello, Miho! Xander 'n Bridge be plannin' a date, which be makin' Bridge even bouncier than usual. Please be keepin' him away from the sugar.
Sam be drinkin' in her room. I be likin' that in a wench. Walter 'n Alphonse both be asleep in thar room. I be havin' no idea what be makin' this newsworthy. Pippi be brushin' her hair 'n Angela be sendin' email. Not together. Although I be not seein' why those two things be not able t' happen at the same time.
*sudden blast of Irish step dancing music*
Dammit! Stay away from those buttons! *pause* Though ye do be quite talented at that.
*sounds of weetiny stepdancing*
Revelin'
Brunch at the hotel be quiet, but that might be because they were givin' away free alcohol or somethin' at the Trooper station. Thar be entirely too many people goin' in and out fer me t' keep track of.
After meetin' up at the Perk, Professor Cregg 'n Mr. Wagner be havin' a date-type thing back at his room. Thar be somethin' about circuses mentioned in my report. I be thinkin' "dirty" might be appropriate here.
Jaye be makin' no friends over at the theater and Giles be makin' weetiny bunny friends over at his bookstore that I be not able t' pronounce.
Thar be somethin' that be seemin' suspiciously like angst comin' from Professor Camulus 'n Orlin's apartment, so I be movin' on. Speakin' o' things that be uncomfortable, Ivanova 'n Edmund be runnin' into each other at Jeff, God o' Biscuits. I be thinkin' they be not both after the same cruller. Unless that be some manner o' euphemism.
*more weetiny snickers*
The Baron be chattin' wit' the ducks in the park, Wonka's be open, and Nadia be gettin' her job back at Empire Records.
Those who are supposed t'be livin' in clinic and dead in the clinic be still in the clinic today. And Stark be covered in weetiny bunnies. Me condolences.
*something that sounds like Barbossa getting weetiny thwaps*
Ow, ye crazy beasties!
*dead air*
Okay, that be all from the Crow's Nest, where I be covered in weetiny huggin' bunnies and be not nearly drunk enough fer this to be okay. Keep an eye out fer Matey With the Hat, and have a good night!