Fandom Radio, Saturday, December 20

Dec. 20th, 2025 10:33 am
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No, you see--yes, it is Saturday, but I did this yesterday, and so I thought I might be allowed to sleep in today...ah, well. No rest for the wicked, I suppose.

Good morning, dearest listeners, and welcome to another day's news courtesy of our drunken squirrel friends! I remain Miss Lydia Bennet, here to share with you all of yesterday's happenings that the squirrels bothered to notice. Let's crack on with it, shall we?

At the school, Driver's Education drove sleighs and Weather and Storms discussed what they'd learned over the semester. I've nothing from the dormitory, sad porg is sad, on to the town, where Mr. Henry of Skalitz was hard at work at the forge, whilst at Needful Things Dr. Quinn made the most of her temporary antlers by decorating them--oh, brilliant idea, I wish I had thought of doing that--and was joined by Dr. Isley for luncheon. Miss Skywalker was hard at work in her warehouse, whilst Mr. Rand stopped by to visit the Perk, and finally, things at The Devil's Nest were appropriately festive, with Mr. Morningstar playing holiday tunes upon the piano. How lovely! Until next week, dear listeners--and do try to provide me with some gossip by then, hmm? Farewell!

Meme: Potential Journals

Dec. 19th, 2025 12:26 pm
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We haven't done this since April 2023 and I have one I'm particularly proud of, so show us your journals-in-waiting or -in-maybe! Or even journals that you made and have no plans to play, but the name was too good (don't lie, you've been there). All the journals!

Pop in your potential future journals and show everyone you might play off! Encourage and enable those characters that you see and you want others to app! Have fun!
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There weren't any cars for this final class. Oh no, that'd be too easy! Instead there was just a big sleigh. Because holidays.

Because holidays.

And Jane was looking deeply put out by the reindeer antlers sprouting from her temples as she looked over at it. "Well, today's our last class of the year."

Cara was doing her best to pretend she wasn't sprouting a (second) magnificent rack of her own. "We'll be teaching something a bit less fast paced next semester."

"And, despite all attempts to the contrary, the island has decided our final will be pulling a sleigh." Of course it did. "I'm sure it's not too hard."

Said the woman with superpowers.

"We have a volunteer to demonstrate." Despite being completely artificial, NPCakin did not look happy to be here.

Jane looked dubious about that one. "Try your best, okay?"

Honestly, Cara didn't look that much more confident. "And remember, at least you're not also wearing bells."

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

Dec. 19th, 2025 09:59 am
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Rey had been spared the Fandom weirdness for once, which was good for her because she thought that after months, she'd finally figured out how to deal with the popups on the obstacle course and it was easier to do that without hooves.

And she was trying to ignore the noise as she considered the course, because the woodchucks had not been spared the weirdness and they were fighting with their antlers like actual reindeer so that was gonna be a thing today.


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Fandom Radio, Friday, December 19

Dec. 19th, 2025 09:42 am
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No, I--you seem to be confused; today is Friday, not--oh, just give me the notes. There's no use arguing with you; I have certainly learned that.

Good morning, everyone, and it is I, Miss Lydia Bennet, here with all the squirrelly news of yesterday to report. My request for gossip does not seem to have been indulged, but we shall muddle through regardless, starting with the school, where Food Adventures explored India and its many spices and baking class made biscuits, which you Americans insist upon calling 'cookies.' At the library, Miss Belle had quite a lot of latkes, which seemed to be a common occurrence yesterday, I must say.

I've nothing from the dormitory, but in town Lord Thor advised...someone to pass all of their students at the Devil's Nest, and further abroad the Supper Club visited a Christmas market in Baltimore. You do know you're all welcome to join us any Thursday on one of our little adventures, I do hope! That brings me to the end of my notes, so I shall bid you farewell until--well, probably until tomorrow. We shall see.
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Thor thought he was pulling off the antlers, really. The hooves were another matter. It was perhaps for the best that Blake was not the one present in reality today; combined with his existing issues the outcome might have been poor, especially on the steps.

"This is our last class together," Thor told his students. "You have all been exemplary. Please tell the class something you have learned about the weather this semester, and then you may go." As finals went, it was not strenuous, but he was hardly an accredited teacher.

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

Dec. 19th, 2025 03:52 pm
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There wasn't much of note going on at the Nest today, truly. Lucifer was seated behind the piano, playing some Christmas classics and singing along. Lights had been strung along the ceiling to create an ambiance. And Tiny...

Well, Tiny, and his antlers, and his hooves, was standing by the bar, a red nose firmly affixed to his face that blinked every-so-often, for effect.

[[ I have been able to do nothing all day creatively but stare at DC solicits and mutter 'Mayor Pamela Isley' over and over again to myself, hi. open! ]]
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