WTFH

Sam: Good evening, Fandom. It's nice to see we're not being rained on now like we were...yesterday? Today? I don't even know what time that was, to be honest.

Andy: I'll get you a watch for your birthday.

Sam: It would have gotten chocolate all over it if I'd been wearing it last night.

Andy: Point. But you could have wiped -- or licked -- the chocolate off and then you'd've had the time right there.

Sam: I guess. You weren't even fazed by it all, were you?

Andy: Nah. Now if it had been acid rain, yeah, but chocolate, that's just good messy fun.

Sam: I'll admit, the marshmallows were a nice touch, if you could catch them before they hit the ground.

Andy: Weather should always be that tasty.

Sam: Here, let me grab the notes in case we end up getting an encore of precipitation tonight.

( News time! )

Sam: Good evening, Fandom. I hope everyone had a good, normal weekend.

Andy: In other words, you hope everyone left the island for the weekend?

Sam: No, I hope everyone had a good time here while I left the island.

Andy: Well, good time is a lot easier to have around here than normal.

Sam: True. So, I hope everyone had a good time this weekend.

Andy: Did you?

Sam: I did, yeah. I went to New York to see my boyfriend and--

*ding ding*

--and I'm being texted. Sorry, I thought I turned that off. Heh, I think Peter knows he's being talked about.

Andy: What did he say?

Sam: That he misses me and...other things I'm not reading out loud.

Andy: Yeah, like... Can you even do that?

Sam: That is something only Peter gets to know. Here, give me some notes to read before I get embarrassed or something.

( On to the news! )

Sam: Good evening, Fandom, from your much less itchy Monday night hosts.

Andy: You smelled better last week though.

Sam: You make it sound like I didn't shower this morning or something.

Andy: Well you didn't shower in hot fudge at least.

Sam: I think I'd be pretty happy to not smell fudge at all for a good few weeks.

Andy: You do know it's Valentine's Day this week, right?

Sam: ...okay, I'd be pretty happy to not smell fudge after this week is over. I can make it through the holiday, I think.

Andy: I'll be happy to take care of your share.

Sam: Yeah, because chocolate is definitely what you need on top of your naturally hyper state.

Andy: Well it can't really make me any more hyper...

Sam: I'm going to remember you said that when you're bouncing off the walls.

Andy: Are the walls going to be rubber? Because that would make me bounce higher!

Sam: You really are one of a kind, you know that?

( On to the news! )

Sam: Good evening, Fandom, and congratulations everyone on surviving another invasion.

Andy: These keep happening when I'm away.

Sam: Trust me, you didn't miss anything fun this time.

Andy: I'm not sure an invasion is supposed to be fun. Unless it's like a British music invasion or something.

Sam: Some things that invade are less messy to kill than others. There's going to be a lot of smelly laundry going around for a while.

Andy: So stay out of the laundry room is what you're telling me. Good to know.

Sam: Also? Stop leaving town, so you can see this stuff when it happens. Some of it's fun, I swear.

Andy: Sorry. Webber wanted to hang out some more. He kinda wants me to hang out every weekend.

Sam: Well, tell him you want to hang out here sometimes too. You know, assuming you do.

Andy: I do. He just... he's kinda adamant about it.

Sam: ...I think when we're done here, you and I are gonna have a little chat about how to say no to brothers.

Andy: So you say no to Dean a lot?

Sam: Enough that I don't see him every weekend. Here, let me start on these notes, and you can tell me all about what's up with Webber when we're finished.

( One post-invasion radio, coming right up! )

Sam: Good evening, Fandom, and hello to anyone who might be tuning in for the first or second time.

Andy: What he said. Welcome to the crazy.

Sam: Awww, it hasn't been that crazy yet.

Andy: Well no, not for Fandom. But Fandom normal is crazy compared to a lot of places. That's what makes it fun.

Sam: Everyone I've met so far seems to be taking things in stride instead of being freaked out by everything. That's a good sign.

Andy: Yes. Though maybe they're just in shock.

Sam: I don't think they'd be as friendly if they were in shock.

Andy: Point.

( Ah, newbie energy never gets old, no matter how long it makes the radio. )

Sam: Good evening everyone, and happy almost-Christmas.

Andy: Yeah. And happy Solstice or Yule as well.

Sam: Oh, it looks like it was a very happy Yule, judging from these notes. The holidays that have drinking are always good.

Andy: That's the spirit, Sam.

Sam: I meant for the people who celebrate them. Of course those would be your favorite holidays too.

Andy: I like pretty much any holiday, actually.

Sam: Does that mean this is your favorite time of year?

Andy: It didn't used to be when I was younger. But I try to make the best of it now.

Sam: Well, all joking aside, I hope you have a good holiday this week, whatever you do.

Andy: Likewise, Sam.

Sam: And now that we've been dorks at each other, I'll get these notes started, before the squirrels start making faces.

( So many parties, so little time... )

Sam: Good evening, Fandom, and welcome back to those of you who went home or somewhere else over the weekend.

Andy: Hopefully everybody's out of turkey induced comas by now.

Sam: And still enjoying leftovers, unless you have a brother who eats everything like I do.

Andy: You just need to get a bigger turkey then.

Sam: Or twice as much pie. I think that might end up being half the meal someday.

Andy: You could split the difference and maybe get like turkey pot pies.

Sam: ...you know, that's actually kind of an intriguing idea. Consider yourself invited to Thanksgiving next year.

Andy: Cool.

Sam: Here, I'll get started on the notes before the squirrels start throwing papers at us. Don't think I don't see you guys thinking about it.

( Read more... )

Sam: You know, I appreciate the gesture, but don't you have a job to get back to?

Dean: Dude, if I leave now, I'd get like an hour or so away and have to stop for the night anyway. I'll leave after I get some sleep.

Sam: So go get some sleep then. You don't have to follow me all night, I promise.

Dean: And miss meeting your new radio partner? Yeah, right.

Sam: ...Fine. Just don't mention the fight, or anything else, okay?

Andy: Hey Sam! You made it! I wasn't sure you were going- why do you have a black eye?

Dean: Don't ask me. I'm not allowed to mention it. I'm Dean, by the way.

Andy: Sam's brother Dean? Wow, cool. Awesome to meet you. I'm Andy.

Sam: Andy, hey, I wasn't sure if you'd be here already. We just got back into town and...judging from the light, we're already on, aren't we?

Andy: Yeah. I'm not even sure there is an off switch to this thing.

Sam: Do you mind if Dean sticks around while we do this? He's doing the stalkery big brother thing for one more night.

Dean: You'd think he was about to take out a restraining order on me or something.

Andy: No, man. That's cool. I mean, this used to be your job, didn't it?

Dean: It did. Little piece of advice. Never bet you can out drink a squirrel.

Sam: Yeah, that's not really an issue we have a lot anymore. I think I'll take these before the squirrels decide to change that.

( Cut cut cut cut cut... )

Sam: Good evening, Fandom. I hope everyone is safely out of their post-Halloween candy comas.

Andy: I hope everyone still has lots of Hallowe'en candy left.

Sam: Yeah, that's just what you need is sugar.

Andy: It's not exactly a need. More like a... seasonal indulgence.

Sam: You can make Halloween candy last all the way until Christmas if you try hard enough. Or will yours be all gone by the end of the week?

Andy: I'll probably have some left. And if not, I can always ask people to share theirs with me.

Sam: Just try to make sure they'd actually like to share their candy?

Andy: Everyone should share. It's the polite thing to do.

Sam: Lucky for you, most people here are naturally polite. We should probably start sharing the squirrels' notes...and I think that sounded a little funnier in my head.

( Mmmm candy... )

Andy: Evening, Fandom. Welcome back.

Sam: I hope everyone enjoyed their Fall Break, and that you didn't miss us too much last week.

Andy: If you did, you could've just listened to old broadcasts, y'know.

Sam: It might not have been the same, but it could have come close. Luckily, you don't have to settle for that, because we're back with actually current news.

Andy: Such as it is.

( All the news that's fit to report! )

Sam: Good evening, Fandom. We're almost a third of the way through the semester, good job on surviving so far.

Andy: You actually keep track of those things?

Sam: Of course. You don't have a calendar for the semester set up?

Andy: Not really, no.

Sam: Of course not. Why do I ask these questions? Consider me your personal calendar then, because yes, I do keep track of this stuff.

Andy: Okay. Not that I expect to need to know that kind of stuff, but...

Sam: I'll tell you anyway. You never know when it might come in handy.

Andy: ...You're really enthusiastic about this.

Sam: I like it when things are orderly and make sense.

Andy: You must spend a lot of time frustrated here then.

Sam: Oh, you have no idea.

( Radiooooo! )

Sam: Good evening, Fandom. I didn't think I'd miss being here, but I really kind of did. As the remaining Winchester, I felt it was my duty to keep up the tradition of bringing you news.

*sounds of doors opening and closing and running footsteps*

Sam: ...it's not, however, my duty to do that while getting bitten by a gremlin. Don't you even think about coming near me.

*sounds of a gremlin chittering*

*sounds of doors opening and closing again and more running footsteps*

Andy: Gus, I don't think we're supposed to be in here--Oh hi, Sam.

( Who knew a geek and a stoner could be so talky? )