Fandom Radio, Sunday, May 7, 2006
RORY: HI OMG. This is Rory and we're in the woods and there aren't bears or anything but since I am a fifth wheel I have been left alone with only my coffee and candy to keep me company, woe. BUT HI, EVERYONE.
ANGELA: And this is Angela, also in the woods. We have the best tent ever because this freaky elf thing set it up. THANK YOU TOBBY. Seriously, the thing is bigger inside than my house.
XANDER: *cough* We like our tent too, though.
RORY: My tent is wee but I am sleepinating in Marty and Angela's not dirty YAY.
ANGELA: Not dirty. And Marty is off trying to ensnare teal deer with dramatic readings from our government textbook, but he should be joining us later.
BRIDGE: I'm here, though! And now... Fandom Radio, Special Camping Edition.
DORMS, WHERE WE ARE NOT FOR WE ARE IN THE WOODS LIKE WOODSPEOPLE, YO
RORY: Okay, so in the dorms, Sam got some flowers. Lucky Sam. I wish I had flowers. Instead I have gummi worms.
BRIDGE: In the third floor common room, Walter made dinner for everyone.
RORY: Okay lesbians are cannibals? I get the euphemism. Unless it isn't one. Ew?
ANGELA:Radio notes are weird. Ew.
MARTY: And that's quite a line to walk in on.
XANDER: ...I... have no comment.
MARTY: Are you a cannibal Rory?
RORY: ....no. I like boys.
MARTY: Not Lately.
RORY: I'm BUSY trying to get into Harvard here. I don't have time for boys. Doesn't mean I'm suddenly into girls.
XANDER: Not that there's anything wrong with that.
RORY: Marty, I told you that wouldn't work. The whole thing is moot.
BRIDGE: And in news that has nothing to do with cannibals, Aeryn and the dude sparred in the gym today.
MARTY: My money is on Aeryn because she's from outer space and is therefore much cooler and cuter than the rest of us. Kind of like a certain someone I suggested earlier, right Rory?
RORY: MARTY. Seriously. Back off. It's not going to happen, it can't happen, and it's getting old.
MARTY: I'm just looking out for your well-being, Rory. You can stay in your room the rest of your life studying. And lord knows he could use some action.
RORY: Whether he could or couldn't isn't my concern. Why is it yours?
MARTY: Quite frankly I think your lack of dating activity has made you a wee bit cranky.
RORY: No, your sudden interest in my love life and lack thereof has made me cranky, and continued insinuations about something that can't happen and what's more, I don't WANT to happen, have made me crankier. Okay?
MARTY: You know what would make you less cranky? A little visit with you-know-who.
ANGELA:*Sound of kicking under the table*
MARTY: Ow! Who did that?
RORY: Marty. WE. ARE. JUST. FRIENDS. He's not even my type. Stop it.
XANDER: No capslocky yelling - it's against the rules, OMG. Calm down, peoples; there's no need for violence. Or, um... flailing, or...that particular facial expression..."
MARTY: Jeez. I'm just trying to help you Rory.
ANGELA: MOVING ON, we have dorm life. Where Cam and Charlie Kawalsky had a nice talk this morning. It was about girls. Of course.
MARTY: Not about Rory though... She's apparently chosen celibacy.
RORY: As far as I'm concerned, Marty's stopped talking. In 238, Angel was nice to Cal, who was mean to me, and John and Aeryn were hungover.
MARTY: I also had a chat with Veronica today about Walter and Nadia. Watch yourself Walter. She's got your number now. *evil laugh*
ANGELA: Does butler-fu protect against the head tilt? Anyhow, Walter's dog Pup played with Alphonse's cat ... Cuddles. Dangerous name, that. And on the "less cute, more dirty" side of the spectrum, Ivanova and Maia shared some private time.
RORY: And Molly talked to Logan about Cam, who she spoke to about her hats.
MARTY: Is she wearing hats again? Because seeing her hatless is just wrong.
BRIDGE: I agree. There's a reason her name is Hat-Girl, after all.
XANDER: We could always call her head girl, but it wouldn't have quite the same ring.
MARTY: My brain just went to the *bad* place.
XANDER: NOT DIRTY!
RORY: No dirty about Molly OMG.
MARTY: I'm... I'm going to go talk to the deer some more.
RORY: And there are like five guys who will get mad, zee oh em gee.
XANDER: I repeat, NO DIRTY!
Marty: You said it not me.
Bridge: Can we move on now? Please...
XANDER: Yeah, but you made it d-- okay fine.
MARTY: I'm just going to leave now and get the brain bleach.
ANGELA: Can you bring back some extra to share, honey?
BRIDGE: And Sam was out enjoying the sunshine and reading. Or possibly sleeping. Maybe even both.
RORY: And Bel and Piper both visited Lindsey to talk about graduation and what happens afterwards. Hmm.
XANDER: And speaking of graduation, my friend Willow's coming in, so I sent her some e-mail about what to expect fr-- wait, you people seriously have someone watching my e-mail? In my ROOM? WT-{censored by RIC speaking elephant}?"
XANDER: No, seriously, does the shrub have little shrublets IN MY COMPUTER?
ANGELA: Probably. And wow, I had no idea RIC did that. Maia meets, quote "some icky old guy" in Ivanova's room. I hope this was not related to the dirty, because ew. Phoebe's Grandma is coming. Hi, granny! Blair says bye to Broots. Sorry about our date, Broots! And Peter peruses possible presents. For a birthday, but that ruins the alliteration.
TOWN WHERE WE ARE NOT FOR WE ARE ROUGHING IT, YO
RORY: And the hotel, where we are not staying, 'cause we're roughing it and communing with nature or something, is ready for moms and dads and friends and whatevers. And at JGOB this morning, Pippi and Zhaan chat, and there's some kind of concern over Bel's pants. He's wearing some, don't fret!
BRIDGE: I wasn't fretting. Was anyone else fretting?
RORY: I'm fretting now because it's in my head.
XANDER: I...rarely fret over Bel's pants. Seriously.
ANGELA: He doesn't wear underwear. That is fretworthy.
Xander: OK NOW I'M FRETTING.
RORY: ANGELA WHY?
ANGELA: I DIDN'T ASK OKAY? HE just told me and now I know forever.
XANDER: And thank you for sharing!
ANGELA: *sound of a tongue being stuck out*
RORY: ANYWAY ARCHIE AND VERONICA WERE CUTE AND THEY KISSED LAST NIGHT AND YAY IT IS LATE BUT IT'S NOT BEL'S PANTS. Oh wait...am I still not allowed to yell?
XANDER: Please yell. It cleanses my brain.
ANGELA: I think we will ALL be hitting the brain bleach after this broadcast.
BRIDGE: Veronica and Piper went to All & Sundries for caps and gowns and Walter-threatening. Apparently there's quite the lineup for that.
ANGELA: Seems like. Meanwhile, Zhaan does paperwork -- hopefully not about Bel's pants -- and Stark watches TV in the clinic.
RORY: I AM LE TIRED.
ANGELA: ME TOO.
BRIDGE: ME THREE
ANGELA: I will go find my boyfriend, some brain bleach, and probably some beer. And other things starting with B, if necessary.
RORY: No bears!
ANGELA: No bears. Oh, and congratulations, graduating seniors!
RORY: Yeah. Congratulations. If none of you keep in touch I'll cry and then you'll have a crying Rory on your conscience and I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY.
XANDER: I...am a graduating senior, am not leaving immediately, and know exactly where my boyfriend is?
BRIDGE: Hi!
XANDER: Hi.
RORY: Good for you. I'm going to go by all alone and fifth-wheely in Marty and Angela's tent not dirty.
[co-written with chasingangela, oatmanspatient, soldtoarmenians and bridge_carson, YAY.]
ANGELA: And this is Angela, also in the woods. We have the best tent ever because this freaky elf thing set it up. THANK YOU TOBBY. Seriously, the thing is bigger inside than my house.
XANDER: *cough* We like our tent too, though.
RORY: My tent is wee but I am sleepinating in Marty and Angela's not dirty YAY.
ANGELA: Not dirty. And Marty is off trying to ensnare teal deer with dramatic readings from our government textbook, but he should be joining us later.
BRIDGE: I'm here, though! And now... Fandom Radio, Special Camping Edition.
DORMS, WHERE WE ARE NOT FOR WE ARE IN THE WOODS LIKE WOODSPEOPLE, YO
RORY: Okay, so in the dorms, Sam got some flowers. Lucky Sam. I wish I had flowers. Instead I have gummi worms.
BRIDGE: In the third floor common room, Walter made dinner for everyone.
RORY: Okay lesbians are cannibals? I get the euphemism. Unless it isn't one. Ew?
ANGELA:Radio notes are weird. Ew.
MARTY: And that's quite a line to walk in on.
XANDER: ...I... have no comment.
MARTY: Are you a cannibal Rory?
RORY: ....no. I like boys.
MARTY: Not Lately.
RORY: I'm BUSY trying to get into Harvard here. I don't have time for boys. Doesn't mean I'm suddenly into girls.
XANDER: Not that there's anything wrong with that.
RORY: Marty, I told you that wouldn't work. The whole thing is moot.
BRIDGE: And in news that has nothing to do with cannibals, Aeryn and the dude sparred in the gym today.
MARTY: My money is on Aeryn because she's from outer space and is therefore much cooler and cuter than the rest of us. Kind of like a certain someone I suggested earlier, right Rory?
RORY: MARTY. Seriously. Back off. It's not going to happen, it can't happen, and it's getting old.
MARTY: I'm just looking out for your well-being, Rory. You can stay in your room the rest of your life studying. And lord knows he could use some action.
RORY: Whether he could or couldn't isn't my concern. Why is it yours?
MARTY: Quite frankly I think your lack of dating activity has made you a wee bit cranky.
RORY: No, your sudden interest in my love life and lack thereof has made me cranky, and continued insinuations about something that can't happen and what's more, I don't WANT to happen, have made me crankier. Okay?
MARTY: You know what would make you less cranky? A little visit with you-know-who.
ANGELA:*Sound of kicking under the table*
MARTY: Ow! Who did that?
RORY: Marty. WE. ARE. JUST. FRIENDS. He's not even my type. Stop it.
XANDER: No capslocky yelling - it's against the rules, OMG. Calm down, peoples; there's no need for violence. Or, um... flailing, or...that particular facial expression..."
MARTY: Jeez. I'm just trying to help you Rory.
ANGELA: MOVING ON, we have dorm life. Where Cam and Charlie Kawalsky had a nice talk this morning. It was about girls. Of course.
MARTY: Not about Rory though... She's apparently chosen celibacy.
RORY: As far as I'm concerned, Marty's stopped talking. In 238, Angel was nice to Cal, who was mean to me, and John and Aeryn were hungover.
MARTY: I also had a chat with Veronica today about Walter and Nadia. Watch yourself Walter. She's got your number now. *evil laugh*
ANGELA: Does butler-fu protect against the head tilt? Anyhow, Walter's dog Pup played with Alphonse's cat ... Cuddles. Dangerous name, that. And on the "less cute, more dirty" side of the spectrum, Ivanova and Maia shared some private time.
RORY: And Molly talked to Logan about Cam, who she spoke to about her hats.
MARTY: Is she wearing hats again? Because seeing her hatless is just wrong.
BRIDGE: I agree. There's a reason her name is Hat-Girl, after all.
XANDER: We could always call her head girl, but it wouldn't have quite the same ring.
MARTY: My brain just went to the *bad* place.
XANDER: NOT DIRTY!
RORY: No dirty about Molly OMG.
MARTY: I'm... I'm going to go talk to the deer some more.
RORY: And there are like five guys who will get mad, zee oh em gee.
XANDER: I repeat, NO DIRTY!
Marty: You said it not me.
Bridge: Can we move on now? Please...
XANDER: Yeah, but you made it d-- okay fine.
MARTY: I'm just going to leave now and get the brain bleach.
ANGELA: Can you bring back some extra to share, honey?
BRIDGE: And Sam was out enjoying the sunshine and reading. Or possibly sleeping. Maybe even both.
RORY: And Bel and Piper both visited Lindsey to talk about graduation and what happens afterwards. Hmm.
XANDER: And speaking of graduation, my friend Willow's coming in, so I sent her some e-mail about what to expect fr-- wait, you people seriously have someone watching my e-mail? In my ROOM? WT-{censored by RIC speaking elephant}?"
XANDER: No, seriously, does the shrub have little shrublets IN MY COMPUTER?
ANGELA: Probably. And wow, I had no idea RIC did that. Maia meets, quote "some icky old guy" in Ivanova's room. I hope this was not related to the dirty, because ew. Phoebe's Grandma is coming. Hi, granny! Blair says bye to Broots. Sorry about our date, Broots! And Peter peruses possible presents. For a birthday, but that ruins the alliteration.
TOWN WHERE WE ARE NOT FOR WE ARE ROUGHING IT, YO
RORY: And the hotel, where we are not staying, 'cause we're roughing it and communing with nature or something, is ready for moms and dads and friends and whatevers. And at JGOB this morning, Pippi and Zhaan chat, and there's some kind of concern over Bel's pants. He's wearing some, don't fret!
BRIDGE: I wasn't fretting. Was anyone else fretting?
RORY: I'm fretting now because it's in my head.
XANDER: I...rarely fret over Bel's pants. Seriously.
ANGELA: He doesn't wear underwear. That is fretworthy.
Xander: OK NOW I'M FRETTING.
RORY: ANGELA WHY?
ANGELA: I DIDN'T ASK OKAY? HE just told me and now I know forever.
XANDER: And thank you for sharing!
ANGELA: *sound of a tongue being stuck out*
RORY: ANYWAY ARCHIE AND VERONICA WERE CUTE AND THEY KISSED LAST NIGHT AND YAY IT IS LATE BUT IT'S NOT BEL'S PANTS. Oh wait...am I still not allowed to yell?
XANDER: Please yell. It cleanses my brain.
ANGELA: I think we will ALL be hitting the brain bleach after this broadcast.
BRIDGE: Veronica and Piper went to All & Sundries for caps and gowns and Walter-threatening. Apparently there's quite the lineup for that.
ANGELA: Seems like. Meanwhile, Zhaan does paperwork -- hopefully not about Bel's pants -- and Stark watches TV in the clinic.
RORY: I AM LE TIRED.
ANGELA: ME TOO.
BRIDGE: ME THREE
ANGELA: I will go find my boyfriend, some brain bleach, and probably some beer. And other things starting with B, if necessary.
RORY: No bears!
ANGELA: No bears. Oh, and congratulations, graduating seniors!
RORY: Yeah. Congratulations. If none of you keep in touch I'll cry and then you'll have a crying Rory on your conscience and I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY.
XANDER: I...am a graduating senior, am not leaving immediately, and know exactly where my boyfriend is?
BRIDGE: Hi!
XANDER: Hi.
RORY: Good for you. I'm going to go by all alone and fifth-wheely in Marty and Angela's tent not dirty.
[co-written with chasingangela, oatmanspatient, soldtoarmenians and bridge_carson, YAY.]