fandomhigh | Fandom Invasions Class #7 (Thursday period 3)

When the students filed into the Danger Shop they found two young girls standing with John in the usual lecture spot.

"Hi," the older one said, bouncing a little on her toes. "I'm Susannah Lynn and this is my half-sister Grace. Dad asked us to help him with this class since it's all about us.

"See, there was this big swirling thing, a..... vortex?" She looked up at John for confirmation of the word, grinning when he nodded and then continuing. "And a bunch of us kids got pulled through it and came to Fandom and got to meet our parents before they were our parents. It was really freaky and a little scary, but it was also a lot of fun." She giggled. "Seeing everybody's face when they realised we were their kids was really really funny.

"It was so much fun, that Dad decided that you should get a chance to play too! Isn't that great?" She turned and looked up at John again. "This is where you take over, right?"

John smiled and nodded. "It is. Thanks, Susannah." He addressed the class. "Fandom is always throwing the unexpected at you. And sometimes that isn't a hostile invasion. Sometimes it's the next generation. The object this class isn't to fight the invaders, but look after them. Keep them amused, fed, make sure they go to bed on time... you know. Be parents. And then make sure they get back to where they're supposed to be."

Grace pulled on John's pantleg. "Daddy? I wanna colour!"

John picked her up and smiled wryly at the class. "Sometimes it's easier to just beat something up."

[ooc: ~~wait for~~ ocd is up! Have at it.]

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Taven looked around the room, wide-eyed. He stretched to the extent that Karal's hand hold would let him and pointed at the television. "That is a TV. Mother showed me in one of her old pictures. Can you make it work, Father? I'd like to see."

Karal nodded and, with a little bit of reluctance, let him go. "I can. There's a device called a remote control, which will be around here somewhere..." A quick look through the pillows on the couch turned it up. "Here. You push this button to turn it on, these to change to a different channel, and these control the volume." Karal held it out. "Would you like to try it?"

As soon as Karal let go of his hand, Taven went to sit about a foot from the television. When Karal offered him the remote, he hopped up and went to lean against Karal so that he could look at the remote. He didn't take it however. Instead, he carefully reached out one finger and pushed the power button, snatching his finger back quickly when he heard the small electric pop of the TV turning on.

Warily, he looked from Karal to the TV and back. "Did I do it right?"

"You did it exactly right!" Karal told him, hugging his shoulders. "Just perfectly. Would you like to watch it for awhile?"

Eyes already glued to the cartoon on the television, Taven nodded. Taking the remote from Karal, he returned to his seat about a foot away from the screen. One of the characters got smushed and Taven laughed.

Karal rubbed the bridge of his nose, and then walked over to crouch next to him. "Are you hungry?" he asked, resting one hand on his shoulder.

Altra walked over to sprawl next Taven, purring again. :If he's not, I am.:

Taven dragged his eyes away from the TV. "Can I try the things Mother talks about sometimes?" He scrunched up his face in thought and then started a list. "Mountain Dew, Krispy Kreme, corn dogs, real ice cream, Ding Dongs, Twinkies..." The list went on for awhile.

Karal's eyes got wider as the list went on, and he coughed. "I don't think there's time for you try all of those," not to mention what sort of aftermath he'd have to deal with if there was, "but I might be able to find you some ice cream. There's usually some in the common rooms."

Taven hopped up and started bouncing. "Yay! Can we have it now, Father, please?"

He had to laugh at his enthusiasm. "We can," he said, and led the way to the kitchen, peering into the freezer. Thankfully, there was ice cream, and he pulled it out. "This one has three flavours in it, and you can have all three."

Karal quickly scooped some out into a bowl, added a spoon, and set it on the table. "There, but eat it slowly or you'll get a headache from the cold."

Taven nodded, but shoved a whole spoonful into his mouth anyway.

He bit down and pulled the spoon out. Immediately after, he dropped the spoon and started flapping his arms. "Cold!"

He didn't facepalm, he just stepped closer and started rubbing his back. "It's all right, it will pass," he said soothingly. "Small bites next time, hmm?"

Taven nodded and proceeded to eat the ice cream in small but steady bites until all that was left was the melty goop covering his mouth, hands and the bowl.

"I'm not sure I've ever seen anyone eat ice cream so quickly," he said, looking at the empty bowl - and the mess - in amazement. "Or get quite so much of it on them. What say we get you cleaned up a little?"

Taven was already licking ice cream off of his hands. He smiled up at Karal and nodded. "Okay, Father."

With a laugh, Karal scooped him up off the chair and carried him over to sit on the counter next to the sink. "We'll get you cleaned up and then I think we'll tuck you into bed," he said. "How does that sound?"

Taven looked at Karal with big eyes and stuck out his bottom lip as far as he could. "But I'm not tired yet."

Oh, glory. He turned on the water to buy time and tried to remember what his mother used to say to things like that. "Well, you don't have to go to bed if you don't want to," he said, wetting a cloth and starting to wash Taven's face and hands. "But that's where the stories get told. Don't you want to hear a story?"

Taven's eyes lit up. "A story! Oh, yes, Father, I want a story."

"Then that's what we'll do." Karal finished cleaning off his hands and face, and did the best he could with the other bits, then lifted him off the counter and took his hand. "I can even tell you one about your mother, and how she saved me from being eaten by dinosaurs."

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