fandomtownies | Wine, Wenches 'n Song [4-6pm FDT]

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Wine, Wenches 'n Song [4-6pm FDT]

Barbossa was dancing around the studio to "Me Hips Be Not Lyin'" before it was time for the broadcast to begin.

The members of Teal Dear who had assembled were probably traumatized. "Pirate" and that particular definition of "booty shakin'" should not be acquainted.

After the song was over, Barbossa flipped the microphone on. "It be Thursday, which be makin' the program Wine, Wenches 'n Song, 'n me Barbossa." He spun around in his chair. "Today I be havin' special guests in the studio--they be members o' the Fandom-grown band Teal Dear. Who be not actual deer, in case ye be wonderin'. They be playin' their first concert o'er at Caritas on Saturday 'n be here t' make sure that it be more than the zombie band watchin' them do it. Please be givin' them a hearty welcome."

He pressed a button on the console and the sound of applause came out of the speaker.

"So I be here t' take yer requests, the band be here if ye be wantin' t' chat wit' them, and the squirrels be in the studio t' get the band's autographs. It be quite the busy day here at Pirate Radio. The phone lines be open. Bother us!"

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He'll play anything!

He'd missed last week and had to make up for it, so Wilson called in with his request.

"Yes? I'd like to request 'It's Raining Men' by The Weather Girls, dedicated to Aziraphale, please?"

Barbossa laughed. "Be ye prepared t' take responsibility if some higher power be listenin' 'n decidin' t' take yer request seriously?"

Wilson laughed as he was immediately assaulted with the vision of all the male residents of Fandom getting picked up and then rained back down on the island.

No one got hurt in this little vision but...it just seemed a Fandom sort of thing to have happen.

"I will take responsibility for such an act if it occurs. I also promise to save you from any stray flaming swords which might try to hit the building."

Barbossa mulled the offer over. "We be havin' an accord," he declared. "Here be yer song, matey."

He pressed the button and "It's Raining Men" blasted from the speakers.

After listening to yet another radio dedication (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1111542.html?thread=48556022#t48556022) that mentioned his name, Aziraphale facepalmed and then picked up the phone.

"I do suppose eventually one of will win this, but in the meantime...would you play Teen Angel by Donovan and dedicate it to Dr James Wilson?"

"Be that the song where the wench be stuck in the car because her seatbelt be broken?" Barbossa asked. "Or be that a different 1960s song about death?"

"Er...I don't think the the Donovan version (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/d/donovan/teen-angel/printerfriendly.html) is about death at all."

Was it? Oh no. Now Aziraphale was fretting, thinking maybe Wilson would think that he was trying to dedicate a song about people dying. "Do you think I should pick something else?"

"I be sure it be fine," Barbossa said. "Doc Wilson be not thinkin' ye be wantin' somethin' terrible t' happen t' him."

Barbossa was not exactly suited to comforting people.

That was all right, Aziraphale was very willing to take Barbossa's word for it. He was the music expert, after all.

"Quite. Well then....I'd like that song, please. Although next time, I'll try and pick one that isn't titled the same as a song about...dying a horrible and tragic death."

Kind of put a damper on the spirit of their little competition.

"That be settled then," Barbossa said with a grin. "This be 'Teen Angel' goin' out t' Doc Wilson 'n be not at all about terrible things."

He pushed the button on the console to play the song.

Wilson nearly choked on the tea he was enjoying when he heard Aziraphale's dedication (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1111542.html?thread=48560374#t48560374).

Dear Lord they were getting evil, particularly given the *cough* memories that song stirred in him.

Hmmm...so the angel wanted to play at that level eh? Okay, Wilson could do this.

Calling back in to the pirate, Wilson asked in his sweetest tone.

"Hello again, ah...if it's not too much trouble, would you play 'Sugar Walls' by Sheena Easton, dedicated to Aziraphale...please?"

Barbossa smiled. "That be not a problem," he said, rummaging through his songs until he found the one the doctor was requesting. "This be 'Sugar Walls' which be soundin' terribly unsound structurally, goin' out t' Aziraphale."

He pressed the button.

"Hey, Barbossa. It's Parker."

"Hello, wench!"

Parker grinned. "Thanks for having the band on your show today. Think you could play 'Money for Nothing' by Dire Straits, and dedicate it to them?"

"Fer ye..." Barbossa pretended to think about it. "Certainly."

He pulled the song up. "This be Dire Straits fer the Teal Dear," he said, pressing the button.

"Thanks, Barbossa. Break a leg, guys!"

Because he's sooooo good at it!

Ask about musical genre, influences, whatever.

Zero was totally there to be talked to.

Barbossa smiled at them all, then leaned into the microphone and asked. "What manner o' music be ye playin'?" he asked. "Be the 'Teal Dear' part o' yer name an indicator as t' the length o' yer songs?"

He waved towards the members of the band. "Any or all o' ye can answer, o' course. Jes give me good listeners yer name first 'n what instrument ye be playin'."

Chad, being the talkative one of the group and all, contributes, "I'm Chad; I play the bass, which means I pretty much just follow along with whatever the girls do..."

"I'm Zero, and I play guitar and sing. We're sort of a fusion band, with lots of different influences, from punk to opera which I swear is not as weird as it sounds," she said with a laugh. "The band's title doesn't mean we go on forever. In part, it's our way of drawing attention to the plight of the poor little deers."

Chad was there, being generally uncomfortable, because, man, did this studio seem really small to anyone else?

Yep, there was Nadia as well. She might have been looking at the chart she'd made back before V left.

She didn't look like she was in a very good mood.

Agnes was there, but spending most of her time looking around at the place that made the radio.

It was a bit underwhelming.

The squirrels are first in line for autographs, though.

Willow stopped by the studio with a plastic container. "Hi, Barbossa! Are the squirrels in?"

"Good day t' ye, Mizz Rosenberg," Barbossa replied with a grin. "Aye, they be around."

On cue, three squirrels came racing out of the archives and looked at Willow expectantly.

"Hi, guys!" Willow said. She knelt down and opened the container. "I brought you a treat. Seven-layer bars with plenty of nuts!"

Such squirrel-ly delight. There was dancing. And hugging of ankles.

And then a slightly disasterous attempt to shove an entire bar into a squirrel mouth at the same time. It was a little bigger than an acorn.

The other two squirrels pointed and snickered, then held up matching "thanC ye!" signs.

Willow gave them a little wave. "You're welcome! You work so hard, I figured you could use a treat."

The squirrels totally agreed. The pirate never shared the rum.

After a brief consultation, they held up another sign. "moOr laTR?"

The squirrels could use a dictionary.

"Sure!" Willow said. "I'll bring some Saturday. That work?"

The squirrels all nodded their heads, then pointed back to the "thanC ye!" sign and raced out the window.

"Bye, guys!" Willow said, giving them a wave. She waved to Barbossa too. "Bye! Thanks for letting me interrupt!"

"It always be a pleasure t' see ye!" Barbossa replied cheerfully.

Because the OOC comment thread has to be there or the world goes mad. Mad, I tell you.

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