Arthur: For the love of all that is holy, Merlin--

*chittering*

Arthur: And you will stay out of this.

Merlin: They understand love, Arthur! You wouldn't know it if it bit you on your ass.

Arthur: For the last time, you are not in love, you are under a spell. Which is the only way that small-breasted harpy-- Wait, is this on?

Merlin: Don't listen to him, Karla! We'll be together once again!

Arthur: Merlin, shut up, for God's sake. You're only going to regret this in the morning. ( Bespelled Wizard Radio. Or is it? )

So, maybe we'll get our notifs today. Right? Right?

Ah, you guys don't know. And it's probably all lost in Russia. See, it could be worse. It could be like GJ. Now all we got is the meh-y IJ. Which, yeah, I guess works, but it's not the same.
( I miss GreatestJournal... )

*clears throat*

And that was the news for today. Please stay tuned for a special message from that Shamwow guy about a chopper.

We can't start yet, Lacey's not here . . . whaddya mean, she's not gonna make it? She's -- *chittering* What? Okay, which of you idiots got her hooked on Treasure Madness? Fine. God. Let's just get this done. Are you even gonna hear this, or is it gonna come out like bells oh my god I'm gonna kill someone if I have to hear that damn song one more time?

( Cranky artist is cranky. And curt. )

Sam: Good evening, Fandom. We're a little old school here tonight - Andy went to spend the weekend with his brother, and apparently hasn't gotten back yet. Try not to hate him from afar for missing all the fun this weekend.

Dean: And for those who missed it, by fun, Sammy means the kind that is not.

Sam: The kind that was probably fun for the people who weren't affected, at least. It's amazing the store doesn't sell out of popcorn when these things happen.

Dean: I dunno. It's all still kinda messed up even if you're not.

Sam: Okay, yeah, sometimes watching your friends be crazy isn't entirely entertaining.

Dean: Crazy is much more fun when it's on TV.

Sam: Definitely. Not surprisingly, it looks like we've got plenty of news to get through, so I'll grab these and we can get started.

( Ah, the lengthy aftermath of a period of insanity... )

Damon: I've always wanted to be a radio star.

Stefan the puppet who is really Damon with a lower voice: That's not true. There were a few years where you didn't even know what a radio was.

Damon: Must you be so literal all the time, Stefan?

Stefan: I'm just stating fact.

Damon: Yeah, whatever. Don't eat the squirrels. It's disgusting.

( Like Winchester radio, only with more puppets )

( Grapevine Guy here...your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Fandom's elite. )


And who am I? That's one secret I'll never tell. You know you love me. Xoxo, Grapevine Guy.


[ooc: It's 5AM and I can't even see straight anymore, so if you find typos or bad links, let me know, and I'll fix 'em when I wake up. Much thanks as ever to the fabulous squirrels. Mwah!]

Hi there. You know, one of the best things about living in Fandom is that you apparently don't need to buy any ornaments for your Christmas tree. They might just appear in your sock drawer. I didn't know that before today.

Another good thing about Fandom? Having the chance to tell all of you what you did today. So let's get on with that, shall we?

( I have nothing clever for the tag. All the cleverness was saved for the broadcast. )

Good evening, Fandom. I am Arthur Pendragon, this is WTFH, and these are the squirrels, who will not be interrupting tonight. If you hear any other background noise, rest assured that it is being taken care of. Thank you.

( Ellipsis Prince Radio )

Nothin' happened today. Nothing. Go the hell home, everyone. Show's over! Noooothing to see here.

*chittering*

...yeah, well. Shut up. You owe me so much freakin' booze for this.
( Never gonna give you up... )

Okay, that's over. Now we can all pretend today didn't happen, okay? Gooood.

Lacey: Good evening, Fandom, and happy Tuesday! Lacey Burrows here, as usual, and as usual accompanied by Grumpyface McStormcloud.

Katchoo: Well, that's a new one. Maybe I'll get a fake ID that says that.

Lacey: Really?

Katchoo: No, you ditz, unless I want to completely defeat the purpose of the damn thing.

Lacey: Oh, right. . . . okay! Who wants to see what we've got to report on tonight?

( Do you have a choice, really? Well, that's what the cut is for. )

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... )

Lois: Hello, Fandom! I hope you enjoyed your Thanksgiving weekend.

Chuck: I didn't do anything.

Lois: Yeah, me either. I was hoping other people had more exciting lives than us.

Chuck: Have you met these people? No chance.

Lois: Yeeeeaaaah.

( Shortest radio ever still goes under a cut )

Goooooooood evening, Fandom! I've shimmered back from LA just to bring you the news. And I gotta say, having met the crew at the Hyperion...I really need to get more gossip from the past here, because I don't get it. Seriously, what's the deal with his broodiness? Not seeing the appeal with tall dark and booooooring. But anyway, on with the news.

( Slow day, so I'm afraid it is a quickie, and not a longie. )

And that's it, folks. I gotta shimmer on back to enjoy the rest of my vacation.