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fandomhigh2014-01-06 08:00 am
nookiepowered) wrote in fandomhigh2014-01-06 08:00 am
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Emergency Fandom Weather Report
[microphone feedback, then a loud bass tump as of someone smacking said microphone and the actual phone it's attached to into the nearest brick wall]
Bo: Uh, hi, guys. This is a special weather report from Bo in the Fandom High Security Office. Well, not in yet -- [THUNK]
Also Bo: That's what she said!
Bo: Ow. And I didn't say that. Well, I did, but I was drunk at the time and it was months ago...
Tamsin: Wow. [beat] Can we get to the point of this lovely broadcast before I miss second coffee? [beat] This is Tamsin. I'm here on behalf of the Fandom High Sheriff's Department to make sure your security officer doesn't kill herself while trying to keep you guys from dying.
Bo: Nobody's dying out here. Just getting pelted with-- [THUNK]
Also Bo: Weird crap the Vikings left?
Tamsin: Ale. It's called ale. The real kind. What am I even doing here, I swear to god…
Bo: I know it's ale. I mean it's not ale, it's little springs and gears and shi-- stuff. And I think that was a watch hand? Or the world's tiniest arrow.
Tamsin: What Bo here is trying to say is that she's trying to save you all from freezing to death by using the new weather machine, and there's a slight chance of it going horribly wrong. Sorry about that.
Bo: Hey, at least I got it to only snow machine parts instead of... snow.
Tamsin: Blah blah everyone make sure you bring an umbrella with you on your way out blah blah, congratulations, you won't be getting frostbite today.
Bo: Which is totally worth a few embarrassing things you may have said in the past getting replayed for whoever's around every time one of these things hits you.
Also Bo: My daughter has a tail.
Bo: THERE WAS SEX POLLEN DON'T YOU JUDGE ME. ...You know, you might just want to stay inside as much as possible today, no frostbite or no.
Tamsin: Hasn't happened to me yet, for some reason-- OW!
Also Tamsin: Shit, crap, fu--
[blast of feedback, as if the phone and microphone have just smashed into something really, really hard]
[broadcast abruptly ends]
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[OOC: So yeah: instead of sub-zero and blizzard today, you get average winter temperatures and falling clockwork bits that play short sound clips of stuff your own character has said in the past. Maybe they're tape player parts? Who the hell knows. Aside from Bo, obviously. Because Bo totally knows weather machines. Obviously. Preplayed with the sadly-not-on-my-screen-last-night-because-no-new-episode![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fjordicswagger]
Bo: Uh, hi, guys. This is a special weather report from Bo in the Fandom High Security Office. Well, not in yet -- [THUNK]
Also Bo: That's what she said!
Bo: Ow. And I didn't say that. Well, I did, but I was drunk at the time and it was months ago...
Tamsin: Wow. [beat] Can we get to the point of this lovely broadcast before I miss second coffee? [beat] This is Tamsin. I'm here on behalf of the Fandom High Sheriff's Department to make sure your security officer doesn't kill herself while trying to keep you guys from dying.
Bo: Nobody's dying out here. Just getting pelted with-- [THUNK]
Also Bo: Weird crap the Vikings left?
Tamsin: Ale. It's called ale. The real kind. What am I even doing here, I swear to god…
Bo: I know it's ale. I mean it's not ale, it's little springs and gears and shi-- stuff. And I think that was a watch hand? Or the world's tiniest arrow.
Tamsin: What Bo here is trying to say is that she's trying to save you all from freezing to death by using the new weather machine, and there's a slight chance of it going horribly wrong. Sorry about that.
Bo: Hey, at least I got it to only snow machine parts instead of... snow.
Tamsin: Blah blah everyone make sure you bring an umbrella with you on your way out blah blah, congratulations, you won't be getting frostbite today.
Bo: Which is totally worth a few embarrassing things you may have said in the past getting replayed for whoever's around every time one of these things hits you.
Also Bo: My daughter has a tail.
Bo: THERE WAS SEX POLLEN DON'T YOU JUDGE ME. ...You know, you might just want to stay inside as much as possible today, no frostbite or no.
Tamsin: Hasn't happened to me yet, for some reason-- OW!
Also Tamsin: Shit, crap, fu--
[blast of feedback, as if the phone and microphone have just smashed into something really, really hard]
[broadcast abruptly ends]
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[OOC: So yeah: instead of sub-zero and blizzard today, you get average winter temperatures and falling clockwork bits that play short sound clips of stuff your own character has said in the past. Maybe they're tape player parts? Who the hell knows. Aside from Bo, obviously. Because Bo totally knows weather machines. Obviously. Preplayed with the sadly-not-on-my-screen-last-night-because-no-new-episode
fjordicswagger]
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And then the little thing next to Kenzi chimed in with: REGRET IS FOR SUCKAS, SUCKAS, SUCKAS, REGRET IS FOR SUCKAS. BITCH.
...yeah.