Hello and good evening to you, Fandom, on a very quiet Spring Break night here in our fair town. This is Acting Pirate Archie Kennedy, sober this week, thank you very much, and though you can't see me at the moment I am balancing an empty soda can on my head in lieu of wearing a hat. I'm practicing, you see. For what? Ask Cadet Carson. I trust all my fellow students who have remained over the break are enjoying the time off. For that matter, I trust everyone, in England and other parts unknown, is having a good time.

No schooling this week -- aren't we all lucky? And so we can move straight on to . . .

In the (Undermanned, This Week) Crew Berths

Not one to let such trivial matters as school holidays deter her, Janet spent the morning studying until Veronica dropped by. Actually, for all I know she could have continued studying the entire time, focused as she can be. Personally, I'm going to avoid books as much as possible this week. Studying of a different sort went on in the gym this morning, where Aeryn joined Cameron in some pugilistic pursuits; Peter Parker packed pensively, and now I've run out of clever alliteration, which is fortunate for you all.


Isabel was also rather studious tonight until Peter came by to visit. I . . . er. *sound of a sheaf of notes being flipped through rapidly* Belthazor was admonished by kittens to take care of Phoebe. Only in Fandom, ladies and gentlemen.

Anders was knocking on Alphonse's door at probably an ungodly early hour looking for help of some kind, and incidentally his girlfriend has given me permission to give him a black eye. I thought you all should know that. I was talking to Cally on the roof this afternoon while she worked on that flying contraption of hers. It was a very nice conversation. She invited me to watch a movie with her tomorrow.

In the second floor common room, meanwhile, Molly and Cameron were attempting to persuade Aeryn to dress up as a mutant lizard. No, I'm not even going to pretend I know what this means.

Alanna has returned to campus, Menagerie-Man Crichton was in his room, and really that's all the news from campus, except that Molly and Cameron were spotted heading into campus rather late in the evening. Curious, yet inconclusive.

Despatches from Sickbay

The town clinic was certainly busy today, with Angel still doing poorly. Molly and Cameron, Logan, John Crichton the Menagerie Man, Alfred, Janet, and Veronica all came to visit him during the day.

Meanwhile, on Doctor Lambert's evening shift, Angel had more visits, this time from Lana and Callisto. Agatha and Janet, who spends so much time in the clinic one would almost think she belongs there, also came by, though not to see Angel this time.

On Shore Leave

Welcome back to town, Baron! I see Alfred was on hand to greet you on your return. Jay and Silent Bob also resurfaced outside the Kwik Stop, though sadly ungreeted.

All and Sundries was open today. At Aereopagitica -- there, I said it! Ha! -- Agatha stopped in to thank Mister Giles for his recommendations, which caused her to be somewhat remiss in opening her own shop. Janet also stopped in and discussed Angel's situation with our redoubtable bookshop proprietor.

Kiki spent some time in the park, which is something I always mean to do and never get around to doing, and fed the ducks with Orlin; Tonks paid her a visit as well. Meanwhile, at Empire Records, Orlin was looking for "screaming music," and I quote. Now, by screaming music, does that mean excessively rage-filled vocalists, or music that causes one to scream, or music to cover up screaming, or . . . well, let's just leave that question unanswered. Please. I'm assuming the conversation about the Violent Femmes that was had between Lucas and Professor Cregg was unrelated to this screaming thing. I assume this for my own sanity, and perhaps yours as well. Assuming any of us have any sanity left.

*rustling paper as a page is turned over* Ah. Seems Professor Cregg doesn't know what "screaming music" is either. I feel better. *muttered* Anonymous sources, if you write notes like this on purpose to confuse me, I will find you out, I swear.

The lovely Veronica Mars, who bakes excellent cookies, I should say, opened Caritas tonight. Weevil, who does not in any way resemble a small parasitic insect that preys on bread at sea despite the obvious name connection, was there to see her. I myself was also there.

And that, fair citizens of Fandom, is all the news we have for you tonight. If my friends on the England trip (hello, Rory!) can hear this, have fun for me, you hear? And those of you who are still in town may want to consider taking the day trip to Baltimore this coming Thursday. There are ships! I know I'll certainly be there.

So on that nautical note, I depart the airwaves for the night with all sail set. This is Acting Pirate Kennedy bidding you all a fair wind and clear skies, or a jug of rum and a buxom wench or two if that's more your style, and good night. Arr.

Oh my God, I can't believe I just said that . . .