As soon as she'd finished reading the letters she'd received, Zoe headed straight for the radio station, ignoring the squeaking and chittering of the squirrels as she sat down and turned everything on ( Read more... )

Reno: You know it's gonna be an interestin' broadcast when the squirrels tell you you gotta sit down before startin' to read, yo. I'm almost afraid to look at these notes. They gonna make me start singin' again? I'm not up for another round of Modern Major General, here.

Jenny: There will be no singing. If the singing starts, I am out of here. ( Read more... )

Are you certain we can't wait another few minutes?

*chittering*

Really? A matter of life and death? I never knew radio was that important! I suppose Turtle's been right on that one as well. Er...

...are you sure we can't wait? It'd be a bit odd to do this without her--

OW.

Okay.

( Lonely Radio )

Evening Fandom! It's news time! Let's get down and dirty with the details, shall we?

( You people really liked being sick, didn't you? )

When Zoe came over the radio this time, she sounded much, much happier than she had the last time ( Read more... )

Pam: Hi, everyone. It's Pam.

Jim: And Jim. And we're here to bring you the news that hopefully has some bright stuff in it or we may need to make up things about puppies and kitties.

Pam: And maybe little baby birds, too? Those are so cute. They're fluffy!

Jim: And as a last resort, bunnies.

Pam: I like bunnies. Oh, oh, and baby seals. Maybe ( Read more... )

Okay, so like, maybe I'm paranoid and all, but my throat's been sore all day. It's not supposed to be sore, right? Are the sick people getting sore throats? Because I totally took a Hall's and it's not working, so I eschew hellos today, Fandom, to ask you if this is something I dare go to the clinic for, or if I'm just going to make things worse ( Read more... )

It took Zoe a few minutes and some pleasantly helpful squirrels to get the radio equipment going, but she didn't sound at all pleased when the broadcast started ( Read more... )

Kerrigan: Okay, you good?

Turtle: ....as good as someone who just hacked up a pile of phlegm the size of a half dollar can be.

Kerrigan: I mean to broadcast, for fu-- I said I'm not talking.

Turtle: *after a few coughs, then a sniffle* Yeah, I'b goob. *very loud blowing of nose* You sure you don't want to help, Miss Lieutenant Kerrigan? It goes ( Read more... )

Good evening Fandom, you're listening to WTFH Fandom Radio, Seely "Is it flu season already?" Booth broadcasting.

( Here comes the nightly plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaague news. )