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*music starts*

Yakko: My faithful listeners, good morning!

Generic Background Singers: Yakko, good morning!

Yakko: I bring to you news right now.

Generic Background Singers: Right now? Please do, sir!

Yakko: There weren't any school notes
Or any for the student dooooooooorms

Generic Background Singers: Let us hear tooooooooown, sir!

*music picks up*

( Thanks to Gill & Sully )

Loki: I find this haranguing most uncalled for. I was prepared for you rodents this time, you know. Sad eyes will not work on me to do your work!

Alex: Seriously, guys, this is getting old--oh, and that’s getting old, too. I see you’re less mare-shaped this week.

Loki: I was a male pony! I think. Why were you looking?!

Alex: Ew. I didn’t have to look, everybody knows about that. How’s Sleipnir? Still got eight hooves?

Loki: I will murder you in your sleep and regret not a single thing, sweet Ares-son.

Alex: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before. Let’s get on with this, I have sleeping until noon to get back to.

( In the words of the denizens of the internet... )

Hello again, to all non-bovids who are tuning in for today's news. Any bovids are free to meet me outside the station, because my knuckles would love to land another kiss or two on your ugly faces. But first, let's gossip about the humanoids, shall we?

( Bovid-Punching Humanoids. And Gossip. )

All right. That's all my notes, and the gossip, real or invented, is no longer amusing me. I'm going to go watch the Real Housewives of Hell. I haven't seen any of the new episodes, so I'm way overdue for a TiVo marathon.

Good morning, everyone. This is Chloe Sullivan with your important Thursday news! And your not-so-important news, I suppose, but it's up to you guys to decide which is which.

( News time! )

It's Wednesday, I'm Jaye, and let's just-

*sound of hooves clomping*

Okay, squirrels, the pony weekend is over, okay? And I don't even know how hard two of you had to practice to clap coconut halves together to make that sound but it went totally unappreciated.

...How'd you even get that open? Those suckers are impossible.

Anyway, let's ignore the squirrels and not ignore the news.

( look, ma, no hands! )

Good morning, Fandom. Jonothon Starsmore here, on a weekday, well before any coffee has happened, you're welcome. Squirrels, just put the rum in that mug, there. Yes, I know it's half-full. I'm taking my coffee fancied up today, and don't you bloody well dare to complain.

*Chittering*

Yes, I know I barely sleep anyway. What caffeinated miracle beverage do you think I use to get myself through the morning because of that, hm? Now, have you nosy little berks got any notes for me? Good. Let's get this over with as painlessly as possible.

( Virtually Painless Radio. Ish. )

No, I didn't.

*chittering*

You get your noses in everything, you know I didn't.

*chittering*

I was bright red and had wings the last time, you'd have noticed if that happened again.

( Relieved her player was too busy to torment her radio )

Loki: Again? What have I done to deserve such torment?

Alex: Why can’t you stupid squirrels just--I was sleeping. Again. I--oh. It’s you. Oh, this is a conspiracy, isn’t it?

Loki: I wish to return to my rooms. Now.

*chittering*

Alex: I don’t think they care. Hey. Are you...are you a mare? You know. Again.

Loki: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE REFERRING TO.

Alex: Oh, I think you do. How’s Sleipnir these days? Still got eight hooves?

( I loathe you, vile creature. )

HELLOOOOOOOOOOO FANDOM! It's official! I, Yakko Warner, am your Saturday morning cartoon this summer! So gather round your radios and I'll tell you all a story. I call it, 'What Happened Yesterday.'

( Yes, I think I'm clever for that 'Saturday morning cartoon thing' )

*scuffle* *scuffle* *clunk*

*whispered* Okay... *sounds of something rattling* Where do I sta--

HODEJAFERA--Damn, you little suckers come out of no where, don't you? It's okay, squirrels. It's just me, Britta, sneaking into your radio station for no apparent reason and definitely not to spray paint 'Big Brother is Watching' or 'Down with your constant surveillance infringing on our freedoms' all over the studio or anything, really...

*slower rattling* Geez, do you always just stare at people like that? Creep--

*chittering, soft ruffling* What are those? The notes for this morning? I should burn those.

*chittering, more forceful* Whoa, take a chill pill, little guy, I was just joking. Trust me, this'll just be a few sprays, and then I'm out of here. Just gonna leave a little ma--

*chitter, chitter, chitter, something sliding across the counter* ...is that rum?

*chitter chitter* It's, like, buttcrack o'clock in the morning. What kind of drunk do you take me for?

*very suave and persuasive chittering* ...okay, maybe one glass.

*more chittering* What do you mean, only if I read the notes? I'm not contributing to your facist regime against the boundaries of personal space and privacy.

*chitter* No, not even for....wow, that smells really good. Is that, like, some popular vintage? Um, well, I guess, just this one time...But I hope your realize that if I'm reading these notes, I'm reading them Britta-style. I will reject your notes and supply them with my own. Ha! Let's see what you can do to stop me. Now how do I turn this thing on? Like this? Oh, there it goes.

( I know the stakes aren't that high, but that just makes it seem darker. )

....

....

Wait, those are all the notes? No comments on how so-and-so ate a sandwich, or this person walked down the hall, or this person didn't wash their hands after using the bathroom? I guess you guys were just kind of lazy yesterday, huh? Anyway, I'm taking this rum with me. And I'm still going to spray paint the heck out of this place. Go ahead and tell the troopers. I don't care. I'm not a part of your system, and someone has to stand up for the injustices and the seeds of militant states being planted right here in this very radio station. Someone has to be the chopstick that stabs into the watchful eyes of Big Brother; Justice is blind, and so when there are eyes that see everything, it is clear evidence that Injustice is reigning supreme. How much longer will it be before we're all subjugated to watching our every actions to try to escape the tyrannical all-seeing eyes of the squirrels? Stand up against Big Brother. Viva la revolut--

**CLICK!**

**MUZAK**

*sounds of chittering and shoving*

Electroclash: –– your [MICROPHONE FEEDBACK] paws off me! Jesus [MICROPHONE FEEDBACK] Christ! ... Wait. Is this the radio station?

*more chittering*

Electroclash: What?

*even more chittering* *rustling of paper*

Electroclash: Ugh, fine. Whatever gets me back to my coffee the fastest. This stack of notes looks pleasantly slim, at least.

*chitter* *sound of phone ringing* *click*

Electroclash: Oh what n--

Natalie: Hello? I was just handed this phone and some notes by a really pushy squirrel, so I guess I'm probably talking to someone back in Fandom.

Electroclash: Electroclash. At the radio station. Kidnapped. Also, we're on the air.

Natalie: ... Okay. Guess we should get to radio then.

Electroclash: If we must.

( Supremely disinterested sounding Brit/Canadian Radio! )

Wow.

*chittering*

Yeah, you can have your five bucks. Sorry I didn't believe you before. Whoa. This is seriously cool.

*paper-rustling followed by throat-clearing*

Hey, guys, it's Frank Abagnale here with WTFH, here to read you some news. I assume you know how this goes by now, probably, unless this is your first time listening to the radio, in which case what have you been waiting for? But here we go.

( that time a radio announcer was nice )

Well, that's all the news for today, Fandom! Have an awesome day, everyone.

*chittering*

Oh, I need a sign-off phrase? Uh, this is Frank Abagnale, signing off.

*sound of chittering, shoving, and a few yelps*

" -- you know, there's something quite undignified at being manhandled by a pack of squirrels. And I don't even know what these levers do. You should at least abduct someone who can reach them without clambering over the board, you know.

Oh. The squirrels push buttons, too. Well, then I'll just read these notes and be on my way. This is Tyrion of House Lannister, currently captive to a herd of drunken rodents.

( Broadcast back here! )

Welcome, listeners. For those of you not lucky enough to know already, my name is Callie Maggotbone. And I'm here so I can influence some young, impressionable teenage minds. For example, here's a question for all of you budding philosophers: 'hey, what has my soul done for me lately?'

*chittering*

Right, and the stupid notes. I'm not going to skip the part where I get to air dirty laundry in public, rodents. Gossip, kids. Rumors are your friends. That's another tip from Auntie Callie. Auntie Callie is also going to be making fun of your names and -- oh, squirrels? I was made to understand there was free alcohol?

*more chittering*

That's five points off the squirrels for only having rum. Cultured hosts should have an array. My drink of choice is vodka. Good thing I brought my own bottle.

( Demon(ic) Radio )

Well, good morning, Fandom. Looks like not a weekend can go by without a posse of squirrels luring me here to the radio station. For those of you who don't know yet, I'm Jonothon Starsmore, and I work down at the Boards. You may direct all future complaints about my broadcast there.

Preferably on days that I'm not working. I've been told I don't play nice with others when there's criticism afoot.

Now, rather than rambling on about how I'm a Cancer, a natural brunette, and giving a numbered list of my favourite music as arranged by genre, I suppose I ought to get on with my weekly helping of invading your privacy.

( Yes. Yours. )

HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FANDOM! This is Yakko Warner bringing you the day's news! But since I didn't say which day, let's just go ahead and assume I'm talking about yesterday.

But before I go too far, a few words: Artist. Badness. Crummiest. Snitch. Rusting. Encore. And of course, Voetsek! Go look that one up, but be sure to come back! I'll wait.

.......

Okay, now that they're gone, let's get through the news.

( Warner Wradio )

Good morning, Fandom! Rilla Blythe here, and it's a beautiful spring day outside, just perfect for picnicking!

*chittering*

The squirrels say that if you want to picnic without getting nuts tossed at you, please pack an extra sandwich for them.

*slight pause*

Right then, onto the news. Summer classes have begun! Mr. Maccorieghan--there's a name that sounds a bit like home--began his class on Cryptozoology, which certainly doesn't sound like home. It doesn't even sound like a real word, frankly. Mr. Maccorieghan explained that the class is the study of things that don't exist--dragons and unicorns and such--and everyone did their introductions. Mr. Deadpool and Mr. Skywalker's class on childcare was a bit more hands-on. We had a tea party, then had to watch a terrible program with a singing dinosaur, get squirted by boxes of juice, play with dolls, and then get absolutely covered in glitter during a craft project. I'm still finding glitter on me. Miss Pie's Adventures in History class learned about the Boston Tea Party...which included a real tea party and outfits from the 1770s. I don't think that's quite how it--

*chittering*

Oh, good, Miss Thompson told Miss Pie that's not how the Boston Tea Party worked. Miss Pie assured her she'd just made it better, but then asked Miss Thompson to join Miss Cara as a TA for the course.

Miss [Kennedy's last name] was on the 'phone with friends in her new office and discovered that she couldn't use foul language yesterday.

*sniff*

You shouldn't use it anyway. It's undignified and crass.

In the dormitories, Mr. Drake was called upon by Miss Jones and--

*rustling papers*

--and apparently then the squirrels wandered off. That's not terribly professional. Mr. Abagnale was in the third floor common room trying to catch up on 21st Century television programmes. Mr. McGinnis came in and he and Mr. Abagnale talked about the difference in television in their respective time periods--Mr. McGinnis is from the future and Mr. Abagnale is from the 1960s--and Miss Rapunzel checked to see how Mr. McGinnis was settling in before trying to figure out what a "Spongebob" was with Mr. Abagnale. I learned that Mr. McGinnis knows Mr. Wayne along with him being from the future, and I told Mr. Abagnale a bit about Canada.

In town, Miss Electoclash was also upset to learn she couldn't use her sailor's vocabulary yesterday, Miss Cullen tidied Coyote Medicine, and Miss Maclay untidied the magical shop before Miss [Kennedy's last name] stopped by to talk about how strange it was that she was teaching a course now. Miss Mancini cleaned Nast's Sporting Goods--we were a tidy group yesterday, apparently--and Miss Frost realized that not being able to use foul language also extended to wording on...things that she sells at that store I would never go into.

And that's all the notes I have! Have a good weekend, Fandom. And remember, even if you can swear again today, don't.

Good morning, folks, and a special hello to all the new people who are probably still getting a handle on being followed by squirrels and having people talk about them. You get used to it eventually, I promise. To help, let's dig right into the juicy stuff from yesterday.

( "I was not vanquished by my internet" radio! )

Hey there. This is Jaye, coming to you as usual. To you new kids... you get used to me.

And the squirrels. You know, the ones who spy on you wherever you are and report back with everything you were doing so we can tell the whole town about it the next day. You get used to them too.

Also the everpresent smell of rum. It's a thing.

Anyway, let's get on with the news, shall we? Yes, we shall.

( back to school radio! )

Loki: I do not understand your need to shove me into this booth, rodents! I have better things with which to occupy my mornings!

Alex: No, I--I was sleeping, I don’t want to--you really don’t have to--you. What are you doing here?

Loki: Ugh, you. I am here to 'hang out' with you, Ares-son. As we are the very best of friends.

Alex: Did you get bitten by a gremlin or something?

Loki: It is called sarcasm. I did not realize you too dim to know.

Alex: I’m not dim! It just sounded like the way you always talk! Like a *MICROPHONE FEEDBACK*.

Loki: I AM NOT A CAT!

Alex: …I...you know what, fine, whatever. Can we just read these notes and get out of here already?

( I loathe you )

*chittering*

Remind me again why I keep doing this?

*chittering*

Keep talking. Just remember which of us knows how to use a bottle opener.

( Post-Newbie Day Radio )

Deadpool: I'm pretty sure that pile of notes is unethical. I'm no expert on ethics, mind. Seeing as how sometimes I wonder about punching the people who make kid's shows.

Jono: Well, have you seen the rubbish they try to pass off as children's entertainment, these days? They probably need a good punching now and again.

Deadpool: See, this is why I like you. You understand all the rage against the establishment.

Jono: The establishment hasn't exactly given me much reason to be terribly fond of them, mate. Repeatedly.

Deadpool: Burn this mother down?

( Burn, Baby, Burn. )

Here are the dates for your tryouts! Please let me know if I got something wrong, or if you need another day. ALL DATES REFLECT THE DAY THE RADIO SHOWS UP IN GAME: CAN GO UP ANY TIME BEFORE NOON EASTERN TIME THAT DAY.

Monday, May 7- Cara
Tuesday, May 8- Alex and Loki
Wednesday, May 9- Jaye
Thursday, May 10- Chloe
Friday, May 11- Rilla
Saturday, May 12- Yakko
Sunday, May 13- Callie Jono
Monday, May 14- Jono Callie
Tuesday, May 15- Tyrion
Wednesday, May 16- Frank
Thursday, May 17- Natalie and Electroclash
Friday, May 18- Britta

So, short radio today, cool? Cool.

SCHOOL

Nothing. Obviously. The picnic is today. Just seeing if you were paying attention.

DORMS

Dolf was in his room, getting ready to leave. So was Lion-O. Karla was too, and Ender came by to teach Karla how to pack and talk about Ben's dad. Probably unrelated to the packing. Gabrielle wanted to make sure Karla wasn't sneaking off or whatever, whatever that means, and Warren was all grouchy because Karla was avoiding him. Don't worry, Warren, it's not so bad.

Annie was getting ready to leave too, and Rilla and her kid came by to talk about how they have to visit each other. Rilla and Annie. Not Rilla and the kid. And then Gabrielle came over and she and Annie talked about how hunting apartments isn't like hunting for deer. Which sounds pretty accurate.

TOWN

Ben was leaving voicemails at Stark Industries. They were really awesome voicemails. 'May the fourth be with you.' Get it? Anyway Ender didn't think they were funny. Lame.

Toby had food or whatever at Goodvalor's, and Kenzi and Karla talked over at that gross store where Kenzi works.

Alex Cabot was getting ready to leave at her place, which apparently had something to do with some guy who did something and she was all upset about it. Okay.

Alistair and Max both left from the Causeway, but separately, and Max got accosted by a whole bunch of people and had to promise Cassidy he would keep in touch. Okaaay. Also he sat with Millie for a little bit, and then said goodbye to Karla and Cindy. And then Hercules left from there too, and Sarah was really jealous and kind of sulked at him. You know you can leave too, right? Bobby said bye too, and so did Cindy and Karla, who took the opportunity to brag about her awesome summer plans or whatever. And Warren made sure Hercules was going to keep in touch. So... cool.

Aaaand Gabrielle read some medical magazines at the clinic.

The end. I'm gonna go get tacos. Bye.

Before the newbies technically show up, thought I'd throw down a little reminder to sign up for radio before Sunday! We're a little short on people at the moment, so signups are a big yay.

And now back to your regularly scheduled RP.

Good morning, Fandom. No one else is allowed to leave today. I've just decided that.

*chittering*

Of course I can do that.

Since we don't have classes this week, I don't have any notes on that! We'll skip straight to the dormitories, where Miss Fabray was cleaning out her room. Miss Edison came by and they talked about how friendship changes when you move schools and how they wouldn't have been friends anywhere else. That's rather sweet. Mr. Andrew Wiggin called to say farewell, as did Miss [Kenzi's last name], and I was there as well, lamenting how most of my friends are leaving this summer.

*chittering*

I did not wail about it. I'm determined to be a heroine. Mr. Wayland was cleaning his room when Miss Adams stopped over to say she was moving in with her --

*sniff*

Well that isn't appropriate. Mr. Wayland told her it would end in tears and of course it will. Something about cows and milk for free, no doubt. Miss Donovan enjoyed the view from the roof one final time, and she and Miss Scully talked about how utterly terrifying it is to have your entire life stretching before you. Lady Karla also took her leave from her first school-assigned sibling. Let's be overly generous and assume that Lady Karla was polite about it.

In town, Miss Lass and Mr. Venture both took their leave via the causeway, Miss...Electroclash...returned from a trip home with some more belongings, Miss Maclay was pensive as she rearranged shelves at the magical store, and Mr. Murdoch was quite occupied by a new computer game he's discovered at Stark Industries.

Finally at Caritas, Miss [Kenzi's last name] was serving superhero-themed drinks to Mr. Hercules, who is returning to his home dimension, and to Mr. Logan, where they planned a lovely date of going to the cinema and--

*looooong pause*

stealing things. Well then. This is Rilla Blythe signing off. Please don't steal things. It's immoral and illegal.

Good morning, everyone! I hope you're all enjoying your last week of freedom before the new folks arrive and classes start again. Not that summer workshops are hard, usually, but... oh, you know what I mean. Let's see what those of you who are still here got up to yesterday.

Things were still quiet at the school, of course. At the dorms, Bruce finished packing up his stuff and got ready to leave town. Cara came to say goodbye - well, she said she came to see if he was all right after fighting at graduation, but Bruce got a hug out of her, so it was totally a goodbye. Ender wasn't surprised that Bruce wasn't sticking around for the summer, but Bruce promised Lucrezia that he'd come back to visit when appropriate, so this wouldn't be the last time she'd see him. Annie also got a goodbye hug out of Bruce, and Stephanie talked to Bruce about the time he'd be spending in New York before going back to Gotham. Rilla promised to send Bruce pictures of Jims, and Ben made sure to stop by once Ender told him Bruce was leaving right away. Daenerys was also packing up to go home; Rilla was really sad about it, but Daenerys explained that she needed to go and help her people, and she assured Lucrezia that she'll be coming back as soon as she can. And up in the dorm observatory, Jeremy set up one last date for himself and George before she left, awwwww.

In town, Britta was knitting and complaining about being a capitalist slave at Turtle and Canary, and Quinn had her last shift at The Arms Hotel, so there was cake to celebrate. Alice had her first shift at Coyote Medicine, and I got to deal with a lack of air conditioning at the clinic. Try to avoid getting sick until it gets fixed, if you can.

Those are all the scribbles the squirrels handed to me, so it's time for me to head out and re-caffeinate myself. Bye!

It's Wednesday again, and this is Jaye. Again. And this is where I'd normally say it's been a great semester, vote me back next time, but... Come on. I'll be back.

Nothing doing in School, since everyone took the week off, seeing as how we actually have a week off. And in the dorms it was mostly moving. Jacob was moving out, as in leaving with Quinn coming by to talk about future plans and they mutually decided not to become adults. Take it from me, don't do it. It sucks and there are taxes and other people trying to hold you accountable for stuff. Just skip adulthood. Mercy and Jacob talked about graduation before she asked where he's going, and Caroline ended up helping him pack. She must have really wanted him out of there.

Meanwhile Sam LaCroix and Natalie were just moving in together, with her not being happy with how much stuff she has. Should have had Caroline pack for you. And then Tara stopped by to see how the move was coming. And to gloat because she didn't have to do it. Okay, I added that last part myself. She probably didn't do that, but she should have.

And then in town, Troy was doing paperwork at the Boards. And in case you were wondering, yes, there is paperwork involved in everything. And in the park, Sam Puckett threw a costume party. Because why not. It came complete with food, dancing, games and people. Topher tried to reject a hamburger hat but Sam threatened him with girl cooties and that was that. The fact that that works after second grade is kind of impressive. Toby missed that there was a party, but he joined in with a puffy astronaut helmet. See, this is why you should all take my class this summer.

On on that note, bye!

And a good morning to you, Fandom Island! This is Ronan Nolan with the news of yesterday today, back for your usual Tuesday broadcast. Looks like this might be the last quiet week for a while, so enjoy it while it lasts -- unless you like it busy and loud, in which case you don't have long to wait for things to pick up!

At any rate, over at the school, the office was... very, very orange, with the blame placed firmly at the elk's antlers, while in the dorms, Quinn sent out an invitation to her birthday party. Wesley was packing his stuff before heading off, now that he's graduated; Kenzi had sweets for him in thanks for his shooting lessons, Alex got teased about the state of the room -- trust me, dorm rooms are supposed to be messy, I promise -- and Quinn, who wanted to know if he was coming to the aforementioned party, realises that he's heading off, so instead they talk about what they expected out of Fandom before they got here. Oh, and over in the second floor common room, Butters was watching television.

( In town... )

And that's your news of yesterday, Fandom! Have a good week, and enjoy the last moments of relaxation before workshops!

Cara: Don't you have better things to do right now? Like getting ready to leave?

Kahlan: We have plenty of time for that later, Cara.

Cara: I don't know why you came with me. It's not like you'll be able to read-

*chittering*

Cara: ...yes, that was very helpful of you. Really.

Richard: So, what do we do?

Cara: Take these, read into that.

( Team <s>Sexy</s> Seeker radio )

Happy almost new semester! Now's that time when we put out the call for radio help! We're always looking for new talent, so if you've got a character who would like to be the weekly voice of the radio for the summer (or someone who wouldn't like it but you want to force them into it anyway), this would be the place to sign up. Teachers, townies, students, all are welcome!

Beginning Sunday, May 6, anyone who's interested gets their shot at an audition broadcast (meaning that they’ll do a recap for everyone to read that goes up sometime before noon Eastern time the next day (So the Tuesday broadcast covers Monday's news)). You're also free to sign up if you want to do radio just once. And then if you haven't run screaming, we put up a poll at the end of tryouts and from there we get the seven broadcasters for the semester.

You can also sign up here to be a radio squirrel! We always need help in gathering the day's links for the broadcaster to... broadcast, and so if you'd like to be squirrelly, this would be the place.

Jono: … And while everybody else is sleeping off the post-graduation hangovers, I'm in the radio station, diligently... scraping paint. There is no way that this was all from us.

Deadpool: I might have gotten bored yesterday and shot at it some more. My bad.

Jono: … Fair enough. Though it leaves me disappointed that I didn't come in here with a litre of paint to throw about.

Deadpool: What's a litre? Speak english!

Jono: I speak better English than you. I refuse to speak American. … And aren't you Canadian, mate?

Deadpool: I am? Curse these Canadian roots! Urge to apologize... rising...

Jono: I rest my case. In any case, we've got notes?

Deadpool: Notes it is!

( Graduation! )

Good morning, everyone! Bit of a different day for me this week, but this is nonetheless Ronan Nolan, bringing you the news of yesterday today! You won't have to put up with me for long, though -- from the pile of notes, looks like everyone's busy elsewhere for the week.

Still, over at the school, Anakin was in his office doing his final grading when Jaina came by with good news and bad news. And to tease him about procrastination. Hercules was in his office, too, packing up because he's leaving, which makes both me and Bo sad. Saaaad.

And then there's talk of haggis and furry purses, and I'm not sure I actually want to know. Okay, no, I totally do, but it's probably not repeatable on radio.

Over in the dorms, Anna was sitting on the edge of the roof. Loki asked if she was 'in a mood,' which apparently had her going a little scary, but that didn't last long. And, downstairs, Rebecca lamented breaking her headboard -- huh, even I never managed that -- while packing up her room.

Lastly, over in town, William had a very late Easter bunny at Stark Industries, Tara's last shift at a student was filled with tidying at The Magic Box, and, at Caritas, Kenzi had half-price drinks for graduating seniors.

And that's it! You were all boring yesterday, apparently. Ah, well, just wait until the new kids get here!

Hey everyone! This is Chloe Sullivan coming to you from the far-more-colorful-than-usual radio station - seriously, is this paint going to wear off, or are we just going to have to get used to it? Anyway, here's what the squirrels managed to catch you all doing yesterday.

Shira was doing some cleaning up at the Magic Box - I wonder if paint got everywhere there too - K-Mart convinced Sean to let her have a job for the summer at Nast Sporting Goods, and I was working very hard at the clinic.

*chittering*

Okay, okay, I was playing games on my computer. I don't have to be honest when it's about me, you know. Bruce hung out in his room and worked on plans for a trip to New York, while most of the rest of the seniors, and other students, went to Six Flags for one last school trip. Everyone gathered up at the causeway, and it turned out that Annie was the most prepared, armed with a map of the park to look at while they waited. She and Quinn talked about their post-graduation plans, while Miley wanted Annie's help in planning what rides to hit. Rilla managed to get Jims into daycare - oh, the things most students don't have to worry about - and Annie told her a little about what to expect at the park, and Kenzi managed to get Toby to come, although he apparently didn't need his arm twisted too much. The wheels on the bus turned round and round and everyone made it to the park safely, where Ben introduced Kenzi to the wonders of funnel cake while waiting on line for a roller coaster. I'm assuming the squirrels were kind and left out the part where they threw up afterwards.

That's all I have for notes, so I'm going to sign off for now. To those who will be graduating this weekend, I just want to say...well, good luck. Just in case.

-you kidding me? Why am I still finding paint?

Oh, hello, Fandom. Jono, Deadpool, you get in here and clean this up oh my god I sound like my mother. Come here, clean this up, and shoot me. It's better for everyone this way.

Anyway, slow day, or else the squirrels were lazy and/or drunk, so this should be the fastest ever.


SCHOOL

Eletroclash wasn't happy to find out she's stuck in Fandom for a while longer, which brought Tyrion in to see if he could help. Buck up, it's like the happiest place on Earth here if you ignore the invasions, gremlins, school board and all the emo!

And that's it because guess who doesn't have school for a couple weeks!


DORMS

Daneedsanewname tried to write a letter home, which she told Chuck about when he stopped by, and she and Loki talked in chatspeak. Oh, don't do that. Never do that. It's bad enough when people type that crap. Topher was playing Tetris on his phone, though Dave thought it was Space... something or other. Billy came for birthday celebration, and Kenzi brought Mountain Dew and booze, so maybe she was trying to get in on the birthday thing.

And... that's it for dorms? Really? Slackers.

*chittering*

Maybe I wasn't talking to you.


TOWN

In town, nothing was happening. Samus was polishing her armor at Turtle and Canary, so she must've been bored. Millie was organizing at the clinic, which just sounds boring. At Caritas, Kitty made Tino clean up the paint that despite the reports I had nothing to do with. And Jaina was back in town, with Littlekin and her catching up, and Eric bringing the present of a uniform. How did we not burn all those?

Anyway, that's it from here. Deadpool, Jono, I mean it.

Good morning, Fandom! Rilla Blythe here, though it's not Friday. The squirrels like to keep us on our toes here at the studio.

*chittering*

Yes, we couldn't do it without you and are quite sorry your contributions couldn't be mentioned last week. Do you feel better now?

*chittering*

Good.

Since it's break week and no one has cancelled graduation yet--which I'm all right with, Mrs. Winchester. I want our seniors to stay!--it was pretty quiet yesterday. There were, obviously, no classes, and Miss Perry was in the her dorm room searching for a new hobby. She's chosen knitting, which is one of my favourite ways to spend time. Mr. LaCroix was sleeping restlessly--I'm not certain I needed to know that--and Miss Adams came by and then they cuddled, which I'm also not certain I needed to know about. Are they engaged?

Miss Raven was meditating in her room when Lady Cassidy threw water at her--that's rude!

*chittering*

I don't think I'm missing the point at all, thank you very much.

In town, Miss Rapunzel was walking barefoot on the beach--you'll catch a chill!--before she and Miss Raven chatted about how they wouldn't have gotten the chance to walk on the beach at home. I'm an expert beach walker--it's one of the advantages of growing up on the shore. But not in a fishing girl way. Mr. Andrew Wiggin and Mr. Ben Skywalker had their weekly luncheon together at Stark Industries and talked about not having classes to attend any longer.

Finally, Mr. Doyle was no where to be seen at Caritas last night.

That's all I have for today! Have a good rest of the week!

Do I really want to know why there's dried paint everywhere?

*chittering*

I'll take your word for it.

( Somehow missed the whole paint-balling thing radio )

Jono: … Lord, it looks like the paintballers hit this place, too. Was anything spared?

Deadpool: It was war, Starsmore. War.

Jono: And war is hell. But at least I got a good chuckle out of it when someone wandered into the Boards.

Deadpool: You know, I still have plenty of ammo left...

( Paintball Radio! )

*sounds of banging and two different shrieks: one Jims, and one Rilla*

GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!

Hello, Fandom, Rilla Blythe here and so, apparently, are the rudest bunnies I've ever met DON'T CHEW ON THAT--

*static for ten minutes*

Well then. The lizards chew on power lines, just so you know, which makes it very inconvenient to talk on the radio. One second.

*more banging, more wails from Jims*

FINALLY. I seem to be a bit barricaded here in the radio booth, but at least I can get to the news. Why people would choose to retire here is completely beyond me.

Onto classes! Organic Chemistry had its final with Miss Pie today and Mr. Thurston Howell III stopped by to make sure everything was completely normal. Other than the bunnies, you mean? Algebra II had an essay examination about all of the math they learned this term, but not before getting rid of all the gizka; oh, is that what the lizards are called? They sound Japanese. Miss Miller of the school board was disappointed that the math exam didn't have enough math to it, but I'm sure not disappointed enough to tell Mr. Thurston Howell III about it, right? Right? Model United Nations had their exam as well, and Mr. Skywalker was wished a happy birthday by three men with a briefcase. That's...normal! Yes. Totally normal. And Marine Biology also had their exam with board member Mr. Graves stopping in to supervise.

Mrs. Creed-Nast and Miss---I can't pronounce that--sent a text to their class, so if you have them today, check your messages. Miss Jones found bunnies--I AM NOT READING THAT, IT IS GROSS--and Miss [Kenzi's last name] paid a call and they tried to figure a way to make sure our esteemed guests don't get too overwhelmed by our island. It's really much better in small doses. Go home now and come back in three or four years! Lord Lannister chased some of the blue...senior pranks...from his office.

The dormitory was relatively quite, if you don't count the bunnies and the lizards and the blue things. Mr. Peter Wiggin was in his room drinking Red Bull and checking his email before being interrupted by Miss Adams. She wanted to talk to him about one of the school board members and he was unsympathetic, which is not terribly surprising. It is Mr. Peter Wiggin, after all. Mr. Brink stopped in as well and told him that unlike the last....senior prank...he was not poking animals that were strangely coloured. And then Mr. Wiggin--

Um.

Didn't act like himself anymore.

Town was very busy! Miss Scully was prepared to treat any rabbit-related injuries at the clinic, Portalocity again...shows the same manner of customer service we became accustomed to in the fall and delivers a box of gizkas and blue...senior pranks... and Miss West was clearing the pests out of the music store until Miss Pie came by searching for a banjo. Mr. Aaron was defending the meditation center, and Miss Maclay was examining the magic capes and card trick selection at the Magic Shop until Miss Pie came in to buy a tambourine.

Is anyone else a bit worried about what Miss Pie might be up to? Me either! We are all so terribly normal here. And boring. No reason to stay here! The park was almost entirely overrun with the rabbits, gizka, and blue senior pranks, with school board member Mr. Baracus fighting back in the morning, Mr. Skywalker, Mr. Alistair, Mr. Almasy, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce, Miss Cara, Miss Morrigan, Miss Gabrielle, Mr. Gooseman and Mr. Lion-O--it's Italian!--in the afternoon, and Miss Jones, Mr. Carrick and Mr. Wig--a fox in the evening. But they're still here, so I think we need a plan other than whacking at them with hat pins and sharp sticks.

Finally, Miss [Kenzi's last name] was offering fruit juice and commiseration about the uniforms--I think they're lovely!--to Miss Clarke at Caritas.

*more banging*

Well, the rabbits are back and have brought friends, so I might be a bit late to class today, Mr. Oz. If someone could come get me out of the booth, I'd be terribly grateful.

Good morning folks, this is Chloe Sullivan with your Thursday morning news. I'd like to take a moment to say a special hello to all of the guests who are still here, clearly enjoying all the wonderful things Fandom has to offer. My...assistants seem to have worked especially hard on my notes for today, so let's see what's been going on, shall we?

( Totally normal Thursday radio! )

Good morning, Fandom! This is Annie Edison, reporting to you from WTFH Radio! I'm filling in for... Miss Tyler, who should not be trusted on radio this week asked me to come down today. It'll be like old times.

And I'd like to say hello to our esteemed school board members and benefactors who are still here! Though I have to say if you're taking a vacation, Fandom is a good place to do it.

( in which annie covers for all y'all. you're welcome )

Ronan: Good morning, Fandom Island! It's your usual Tuesday host, Ronan Nolan, with today's news of yesterday! I was just glancing over the notes, and it looks like it was a perfectly normal day for you all yesterday.

Perfectly normal.

Anyway, classes went-

Darby: You are going to sit here with me and do radio, and you are going to like it!

Troy: But Mrs. Evans, I'm not -- this isn't -- there are people who do this! Like, a schedule! We can't just barge in here!

Ronan: Actually, the more, the merrier, I'd say. Mrs. Evans, was it? You're with the school board, yes? Ronan Nolan, I work at the clinic.

( Charmed, I'm sure. )

Ronan: And on that note, that was your news of yesterday, today. We hope you enjoy your week.

Darby: Do try to stay on your best behaviour? We want to keep our best face forward for our benefactors!

The first one of you to say anything ends up lining my gloves. Are we clear?

*chittering*

Good.

( Not a fan of uniforms radio )

Good morning, Fandom. Jonothon here, with a small pile of notes that I would like to refer to as, 'what I did at work yesterday, along with a couple of things about other people.' If any of you intrepid squirrel-dodgers have any advice for avoiding their attention in the future, I would rather appreciate it if you'd let me in on your secrets. Sitting down and telling the lot of you what I was up to yesterday is somewhat unnerving, really.

... So I'll start with Cassidy in the library, who was doing some studying on weapons, tactics, and Latin. One of these things isn't quite like the others, I can't help but notice. Do they even have other languages in Kaeleer? Karla gives me a difficult enough time about referring to English as English, rather than Kaeleeran...

Moving on to the dorms, Annie was in her room studying for online classes like any good, industrious student at the end of the school year ought to be, and Caroline finished her Italian course before starting her end of semester packing, to Jacob's dismay. My sympathies, mate. This time of year is bloody depressing.

And then, of course, the town, where I was sitting in the Boards finishing up some paperwork and keeping company with the terrarium of frogs in the lobby. Courtesy of Fandom Fish 'n Bait, I ought to add. They have real quality... frogs.

Actually, these ones were free.

In any case, Miley stopped by to deliver a drink that she enthusiastically referred to as a strawberry... something. I offered her some advice about college as well, but the strawberry something is really the newsworthy bit here. I would like to order it again, but I have no bloody idea what it was really called. Troy came down from upstairs to offer me a bit of advice on my frog-naming conventions, but all of his suggestions were utter shite. Raven stopped by with a muffin, which was an excellent follow-up to my strawberry something, and then offered to stop by my place today to cook for me. And then Rinoa made a visit as well, to pick up the paperwork I'd been doing for her and to talk about some things going on back at her home.

And then, just so that I'm not finishing this broadcast on a note about myself, Kitty was putting up posters around town advertising next Saturday's paintball game. Meet at Caritas after dark, be prepared to find yourself splattered in paint. And at the Devil's Nest, Eric and Tiny were lamenting the absence of Bo's... assets.

Naturally. And that's it for the notes, which were not in the least bit unnerving for me to read, and just to make the squirrels' jobs easier tonight, I'll let you all know right now that I'm planning on spending the rest of my morning and probably a fair chunk of the afternoon trying to chase all cultivating sentient life out of my kitchen. So, have a good rest of the day, Fandom. And you squirrels who are already lining up to follow me out of the building... Naff off.

*Chittering*

Or... hand me one more note. That works, too.

And this one doesn't look ominous or anything. Apparently, our school's esteemed principal, Zoe, would like everyone on the island to meet at the Town Hall as soon as possible for an important meeting that might or might not be an emergency. So, if you would all be so kind...

*Chittering*

Right, I'm on my way. See you at the meeting, folks.

Topher: Tired. Can we get through this?

Peter: Naturally. As soon as you ( stop whining )

Good morning, Fandom!

*chittering*

...and squirrels, I suppose. They're looking very expectant.

*papers rustling*

Oh. It's Squirrel Week? I don't think we have that in Canada. Was I supposed to provide a gift?

*more chittering*

Don't be ridiculous. Rum is terrible for you.

ANYWAY, It's Rilla Blythe here to give you all of the news from yesterday!

We're in our last week of classes before examnations. How did that happen? Elements of Friendship watched Miss Pie demonstrate a stand-up routine before trying it out themselves, Miss Electroclash conducted a review session for the Superheroes, Life of the Sea watched a movie, and Ethics discussed our obligations to society. Speaking of which, thank you all so much for your generous donations to our fashion show last week. The money will go far in helping the starving Belgians in 1915.

In the dormitories, the fine women of Kappa Delta Gremlin hosted a farewell tea honoring our seniors and I didn't cry at all!

*chittering*

Or much, anyway. Miss Edison and I decided to hold a beach party before the seniors graduate and leave forever, and you're all invited, of course. Even Miss de Glacia. Miss [Kenzi's last name] was in the computer lab teaching Miss Korlov how to use the technology. I still have problems with it, though texting with a phone is quite jolly!

In town, Mr. Murdoch was reading about new Canadian coins---WE HAVE NEW COINS? REALLY?

*chittering*

No, you hush. That's quite exciting! And Miss [Kenzi's last name] was having a two-for-one drink special for Russians. And that's all of the notes I have! I'm off to track down Mr. Murdoch and learn more about the coins! Have a good weekend, Fandom.

*pointed chittering*

And Happy Squirrel Week. I'm sorry I missed the parade.

Good morning, everyone. We're more than halfway through the week, so just hang in there, because it's almost the weekend! Which, okay, isn't something people always look forward to here, but still...

( Thursday radio time! )

It's Wednesday, I'm Jaye, and it's almost finals. You're so close, seniors. Just one more torturous week! Now just hope that it doesn't rain fire, nothing invades while you're studying for finals, and that nothing blows up at graduation.

See, I can give pep talks.


( short radio whee! )