Wednesday, March 1st, 2006

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Hello and good evening, Fandom, on this, the last day of the shortest month of the year, to which I can only say "Thank God," as it's certainly not been a good month for many of us. Myself included. I choose to follow Parker's illustrious example and blame the greeting card industry. This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy, and to hell with Royal Navy Radio tonight -- this is Fandom's very own Pirate Radio, and Barbossa, this tot of rum is for you. I've had enough by now to subject you all to a tale of my own woes if I don't get to the point, so let's leap right into . . .

Schooling

Today in Advanced Criminal Justice, we discussed incompetence, leniency, and fish. No, I'm not making that up. Yes, in conjunction. Speaking of conjunctions, there were languages midterms for Classics and Foreign Literature, while Professor Chaucer's last poetry class learned about Emily Dickinson and watched a film about a society of dead poets, which would have sounded macabre and impossible to me before I came to this school. Now, it actually makes sense out of context. The Chemistry class's discussion of their upcoming body farm trip, on the other hand, still makes no sense and sounds macabre.

Campaigning was handled by Angel today, and discussed event planning. Whether or not the arranged guest speaker for Thursday's class was an event planned in the manner discussed in class will remain to be seen. There were no guest speakers in Speech classes today, where the non-praiseworthy was praised and the subject of reciprocity was raised.

. . . no, I'm not in Poetry class. Had I been, I would have known better than to say that.

Introduction to Anthropology commenced with a unit about Egypt. Business Law and HR Management took midterm exams, and midterm reviewing was the order of business in Advanced Journalism. Unless you were John-the-human-menagerie-Crichton, who seems to have a nautical bent of sorts, as today he was a seahorse. I say, John, if you ever meet an evil pilot fish, do let me know? Sociology of Sex Cultures commenced work on their midterm projects, about which I have no details so you can come to your own conclusions about that.

Western Civilisation discussed more about the Roman Empire, and to my sorrow I have discovered no evidence of yet that the emperor was ever a small dog. History of Medieval England discussed Simon de Montfort and the beginnings of representative government, and I'm sure some of you have eyes glazing over right now at those multisyllabic words. A word of advice for those of you so afflicted: you may want to steer clear of the upcoming play. Or at least plug your ears. No offense to most of you. I'm really only addressing one person here.

Studio Art had a midterm as well today, but History of Art did not fare so well and was subjected to more demented nun videos. Finally on the academic front, General Physical Conditioning played, er, Frisbee for clothing.

The library was surprisingly quiet today, or as quiet as the library ever gets. Unless you were Zero, whose nap was interrupted in a sticky sort of way, though an entirely different kind of sticky from the manual sort which was Janet's predicament, as she discussed with Angela. Rory was tired, a situation I'm sure many of us shared, and Parker was talking about powers. What sort of powers? I have no idea.

Happenings in the Wardroom and the Chain of Command

Not much activity in the mess hall today, unless you were Vala and . . . oh. Cameron. Yes. Well. Moving on.

At Professor Chaucer's last office hours, he was visited by Angela, Kiki, and Phoebe. Is that all? Honestly, people. Professor Cregg was sadly unvisited, as was Dean Zordon, but as his pastimes seem to be a touch disturbing, I can't say I blame anyone for avoiding him.

And there has been a changing of the guard, my fellow Fandom residents: Acting Principal Finn is stepping down, and the lovely and capable Dean Washburn has been promoted to take his place. My most hearty congratulations to you, Principal Washburn! Of course, no sooner did she settle into her new office than she was visited by D'Anna Biers.

Phoebe opened the TA lounge today, and was cute with Cole, as my notes say. And just to be alliterative, Blair was bouncy with Bel, who was later talking about switching sides with Parker and Faithful, while Paige "emoed" at Phoebe, as my notes say. Look, I'll not bother to translate that into something that makes sense to me. There was discussion of dreams between Bel and Phoebe, plotting of paisley revenge -- all right, so I couldn't come up with a p-word for revenge -- between Phoebe and Kiki.

In the Crew Berths and Sickbay (Because Sometimes I Can't Tell The Difference, With You Lot)

Parker
sent out an email to the I-Club, whatever that is.

*rustling papers* Oh, dear God. Bear with me, folks, my notes here are rather chaotic. Good Lord, who wrote these? They're frightening. So any context that I may be missing is entirely not my fault.

Let's see here: Rory got a phone call in the wee sma's, which I hope turned out better for her than the one phone call I've ever made in my life. Also at an obscenely early hour, Kawalsky and -- *sighs* -- Cameron discussed the robots from yesterday's Shop class, Phoebe and Bel woke up together, and Veronica was contemplative. Also contemplative, perhaps, was Nadia. Which is somewhat to be expected after one has a strange dream, really.

On the correspondence front, Xander, Crichton in his pre-seahorse form, and Blair sent email, as did . . . *grumbles* Jaye, who also made phone calls. I am never making a phone call again, myself. Ever.

Parker was talking to Sam. Maia was talking to her fish, in which case I hope Victor is kind enough to stay away from her room, as he was apparently turned into a cat by Paige, and later wandering about looking for Walter.

And because I can never avoid this sort of thing, Cally and Anders were -- I can't quite read this -- sex in stirrups? *furious paper rustling* Dear God in Heaven, what?

Oh. *coughs* Watching television. Yes. Very funny, anonymous source. You'll be paying for my next cask of rum when I find out who you are.

Professor Cregg received presents of the literary and botanical kinds, Lana and Maia worked out in the gym which was oddly unfrequented by the rest of you insane exercise-crazed people today, and several survivors of yesterday's Shop class compared war wounds on the third floor: Pippi, Walter, Victor, and Nadia, to be specific. Logan Echolls avoided the Shop chaos, but seemed to have some chaos of his own in the form of being a magnet for clumsy people today. Which could or could not be literal, like Bridge's animal magnetism. I imagine with people it would be much more unwieldy, though.

In the school clinic, Marty visited Doctor Pevensie. At the town clinic, Nadia met Bel's doppelganger, Doctor Troy, Alanna met Doctor Lambert, and Agatha had her unusual pigmentation problem checked on.

On Shore Leave

I have no idea why Paul Anka, whoever he is, is such a bad thing, but it seems his music didn't make such a wonderful impression at Empire Records today. Orlin helped take care of that little problem though, and later Angela dropped by to visit Marty.

*papers rustling* Good Lord. Orlin certainly is everywhere, isn't he? At the Perk (where Professor Chaucer and Kiki were having lunch today, and Phoebe visited Professor Cregg), bumping into Logan . . . at Sparky Repairs with Agatha . . . at All and Sundries looking for paint . . . I'm tired just thinking about it.

Cafe Fina and Caritas were quiet today. Not so much was the Fourth Sin, where Jarod got a phone call.

And -- ladies and gentlemen, Aeryn Sun has returned to town! She received medical assistance from Zhaan at Sanctity, which may or may not have anything to do with Serenity Cove being closed off by the troopers. I'm not sure, ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry. She was, however, outside the dorms with John tonight, so obviously he's no longer a seahorse. Which is, perhaps, fortunate for the both of them.

I'm pleased to be ending tonight's broadcast on a happy note. Because some of us have to have one, and please God, it had better not involve stirrups. Oh, my God. I need more rum now. And so, my dear fellow citizens of Fandom, this is Archie Kennedy signing off, wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies, and a good night.

Even if you have to drink certain horrifying images out of your mind, as I'm going to do now.

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Wednesday, March 1st, 2006 10:44 pm
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This is Jaye, who needs to give a quick shoutout and thank you to Phoebe, for calling me with the news that she and Bel are, in fact, together. Serious points for that.


Edumacation

US Government has a sub in the form of a Muppet eagle, which... all right. We had chickens, why not an eagle. Self-Defense class not club learns about situational awareness, and Shop is canceled, but people still stop by to check on Professor Mac. Wow. You're all much better people than me. Moving on.

Speech learns about reciprocity and gets an assignment, Western Civ learns about the Byzantines, which is a fun word to say. Magical Theory does dream interpretation. Yeah, take it from a girl who had to do a dream journal, it's easier if you actually sleep. Um. Not dirty. There's a movie in Math class, and Professor Eppes says he'll be leaving after Friday. Oh noes!

The science classes take a midterm and talk about their field trip, which sounds like oodles of fun. Celtic Studies? Midterm. Sociology? Midterm prep. Not Advanced Journalism? Midterm projects. US History? Midterm. Journalistic Integrity? Midterm projects. Anthropology? Midterm. Advanced Journalism does prep for the midterm, but the animal of the day? Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Not-Crunch was a puffin. A wee, itty birdie. I need to sit in on this class, dammit.

Gun Club people, check your E-mail.

Aeryn stops in to see Principal Washburn, and Dean Tube's assistant dusts while he holds office hours. Professor Dream's office is busy, with Elizabeth, Anders, Cordelia and Rory all stopping by.

At lunch, Pip has gone all glittery, and that's the best thing ever. Victor warns against going into the third floor common room, which should be obvious. Because the third floor sucks. And... *long pause* I don't even know how to describe what Walter, Nadia, Pip and Victor were doing. Suffice it to say there were orifices involved, and it was dirty, but not in the way you're probably expecting.

In the clinic, Walter gets a new bandage and Dr. Susan is open for counseling, but no one shows. *pause* So Wednesdays are open?

At the library, Angela and Zero talk invisibility, Zero and Anders talk about how getting covered in beeeeeees would suck, and let it be noted that Anders actually seemed slightly sympathetic towards Archie. Which means the Apocalypse is so nigh, people. Repent now. Or don't. I don't really care. And Peter and Zero are so getting glitter flags from me. I don't even care that he bothers me.

And of course there's play rehearsal. Which is long and involved and I'm just saying there'd better be jazz hands in there somewhere.



Living Conditions

At the gym- and I swear my notes say this- Angel watches Callisto move up and down. You can't tell me that's not dirty. Well, you can try, but I won't believe it. Also, in the gym, Molly gets hurt on the punching bag and is taken to Crunch's room.

Deliveries! Bel gets a scroll- seriously? a scroll? And Pip gets flowers. Those had better be glittery flowers, mister.

In the third floor common room, there's a special screening of Bel vs. the Wheel of Morality. It doesn't draw a huge audience. Wrong demographic, maybe?

Alphonse avoids reading, and to that I say hear, hear! Here, here? Especially during midterm season. And then he totally goes back on that not-reading thing. Traitor. John and Aeryn have a fight, and really, it's good to see those two crazy kids back to normal.

Victor? No longer a kitty. Good for you! Nadia and Veronica chat on the roof while the rest of us were sleeping. Except Molly. Crunch- happy?- is still seeing in monochrome, and Blair is having a bad hair day. Janet has gone sticky, and what the hell is going on in this school? Someone test the water.

Xander's dreamy, and by the way, speaking of dreamy, I said I'd say it on the radio, but Bridge totally is. Walter and Victor also do the sleepy thing.

Hey! Hamlet's not a statue anymore! How's it going? Are you kinda stiff, or... what's that like? Not that I ever want to be a statue, but really, there are questions you need to ask. Like what happens if you get an itch?

Veronica sends E-mail, and she hears about the Shop Class robots from Pip. I bet I could kill a robot. Accidentally. In a fluke accident. Pip gets some sympathy from Maia, too. And Veronica brings cookies to Archie. Who should totally use the phone again if he needs or wants to do something like bitch me out. Which he has a total right to. Just saying.

Rory and Parker stop in to see Aeryn in her new room. Posters go up for... pyramid stuff. Which is not like the pyramid that our people play. I'm talking you get two people to pay you and they get two people to pay them and next thing you know you're in a minimum security penitentiary.

Blair sends E-mail, Kara and Lee are all cute and stuff, and Cally is hyper at Anders. If she's going to be bouncing like that, stay away from the stirrups. I don't speak from experience, but as of yesterday I have a horrifyingly clear mental image, so. Yeah.

Marty's hanging in the second floor common room with people and pizza, and Professor Mr. The Tick talks to the alien fish in the first floor lobby. Um. Okay. Awesomest thing ever. I want to tease the little fishie doom thingies.



Out and About

Victor picks up a project from Sparky Repairs, and at the Perk, Professor Chaucer's hanging out. There Blair comes to chat and play with Cash, Professor Cregg comes by to be kinda sweet, and he and Tonks chat about Ivanova.

The Doctor gets a little delivery, as does Orlin. I want stuff. Everyone should send me presents. If it has a face, I'm killing it, though.

Aeryn heads into Blood Gulch Arms, which is still fun to say, and Caritas is open but quiet, and I need to head in there to tease Tino about his thong. Have I even met Tino?

Giles gets back from New York, Cafe Fina is open for business. Look, there's not a ton going on.

The FTEC sees Blair coming in to get his hair checked on. *another pause* Hair? Like... Hair? Um. At Empire Records, Paige stops in to ask for extra hours this weekend, and Bel and Not-Bel run into each other at Jack's Roses. Huh. That had to be interesting...


I will talk at you all some more next week. Till then... Whatever.

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