fandomhigh | Fandom Invasions Class #3 (Thursday, period 3)

When the class arrived at the Danger Shop, they found John frowning at the room's remote as he hit several buttons. Finally, with one last frown he put it aside and addressed the class.

"Good morning," he said. "It seems like the Danger Shop's projectors are being a little cranky, but we'll muddle through as best we can.

"Last week we talked about common dangers of Fandom that can pop up unnannounced at any time. This week, we'll be focusing on special events. Now not every special event ends in an invasion -- most of them run more or less smoothly and without incident. But some of them have more... exciting conclusions that were originally planned.

"Take this past May's graduation." John pressed several buttons on the remote, his frown deepening when nothing happened but a slight whine. He sighed. "Which apparently we will be discussing without visuals. During the graduation ceremony, aliens came down and blew up the school. Yes, aliens. Yes, I know how far fetched that sounds. Welcome to Fandom. Luckily, the graduating seniors were able to drive them off, and the summer was spent rebuilding the school.

"But since the Danger Shop doesn't seem to want to relive that particular trauma, we'll move on to our inclass activity today." He hit a few more buttons on the remote and breathed a sigh of relief when the room changed into a gokart track. "Last summer one of the special events they had was a gokart race. As happens in Fandom, there were some uninvited guests." Shadows flew by overhead and if the students looked up they would see brightly covered, slightly quivery dragons heading for them.

"Jello dragons," John said with a grin. "They're attacking the gokart race and you have to repel them by any means." His grin turned wolfish. "Have fun."

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Peter tried to prep himself. Without someone to pair up with he was powerless. On the other hand, it couldn't hurt to practice for just such occasions.

Claire folded her arms, a rather unimpressed look on her face. It's not like her powers could actually help her or Peter with this.

"Jello?" She asked sarcastically. "This is the scary attack?"

Peter grinned at her. "Absolutely. We could end up eating a lot of it and become overweight."

A red dragon divebombed them and strafed them with its jello breath.

"Oh, good point!"

Claire threw up her hands in horror and ended up fighting off a pile of jello.

"And the laundry stains, that's going to sting."

Peter got jello right in his hair. "Oh yeah. Plus we could get followed around by a lot of ants."

The dragon landed nearby and advanced on them, growling in a rather gurgling jello-y voice.

Peter instinctively went to stand between the dragon and Claire.

Claire brushed Jello off her shirt and smirked at Peter. She thought it might be an improvement, hair-wise.

"Oh save us from the horrors of the ants."

She wasn't really paying much attention to the dragon.

The dragon stomped forward and went to chomp on Peter. However, being made of jello, this pretty much is just a more up close and personal way of getting jello slimed.

Aaaaaaaaand Peter got slimed.

"Yuck."

Claire laughed, then choked as she tried to stop laughing, and tried to get some of the Jello out of his hair.

"That's gross."

Peter tried to flick jello on her. "That's what I get for trying to save you from ants."

Claire tried to bat the Jello away, but it didn't really work, just ending up in another part of her hair.

"You're right," she says. "You're totally my hero."

"Anytime," Peter said. Then tried to pounce on her with a hug. Because there was always room to share jello.

Claire squealed and stumbled backwards one step, completely helpless against the incoming hug. And ended up covered in Jello as well.

"Oh, I'm so getting you for that."

"Says you," Peter said. And then went for the tickle.

The jello dragon wasn't used to being ignored. It stomped closer and cleared its throat meaningfully.

Peter looked to see where that noise was coming from.

Claire had been squealing louder at the tickle, writhing away, but now she turned as well, and eyes the dragon.

"Yeah, I think we're supposed to fight it or something."

The jello dragon smiled at it. It wasn't a pleasant smile. Wobbly as jello tended to be, but not pleasant.

"Look!" Peter pointed behind the dragon. "Hot water!"

Claire covered her mouth with her hand and tried not to laugh.

The dragon was not too bright, its brain being made out of jello. So it completely fell for it, turning its head to look behind itself.

"C'mon," Peter said. He went to tug on Claire's arm. "We can make a break for it before we get slimed again."

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