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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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"But he's kinda evil! He juggles!" JJ protested. And he totally didn't pick Jack yet, so completely evil for that!

He totally out-tackles his sister and tries to pin her. "And you're Valentine and you're a 'thing' with Namine and we're not supposed to ask about it cuz it's complicated and then Mom gets mad!"

He picked up the subtle from his dad.

"... Yes." Valentine just kind of stared at the children with the funny names and gave a bit of a nod of his head. And then, all of a sudden, he'd clapped his hands together and was grinning again. "So! How should I judge this, then? You both did such a very good job."

It was like herding monkeybirds.

"Perhaps it was a tie. Perhaps I should give you both one?"

At which point Maria shows exactly how much she takes after her mother.

By cheating in a fair-fight.

Grabbing JJ's ear, she twisted it hard as she tried to wiggle out from under him. "OFF! JJ, shut up! You are such a DWEEB, just like Daddy."

Eyes totally innocent liek whoa, she grinned up at Valentine. "Yes please. Will you teach us juggling?"

"OWwwww!" he wailed and flailed. "Cheater! Now Unca Valentine's never gonna juggle for us. And you said he couldn't do more'n five at once!"

Innocent? JJ? Of course!

Valentine might have jawdropped a little.

"I'll have you know I can do at least six," he stated indignantly, pulling two masks off of his face and presenting them to the kids before digging up to his elbows into his pockets for his juggling balls.

Can't do more than five. Puh. He'd show them both!

"Five for each HAND, JJ. Sheesh." Maria went to tweak her brother's nose indignantly. "Don't fib. Mom will yell if she finds out you were fibbing to Uncle Valentine."

There was a pause.

"She's going to yell at us anyway for playing near an unsupervised portal, so I guess it can't get any worse."

"We can show her the mask and she'll know we were with Uncle Valentine. She likes him." He nodded. "So she'll be mad, but she'll be mad at him for not visiting and we won't get grounded," he said with a nod. With a mask!

"Your logic terrifies me," Valentine mumbled as he started to juggle. Three balls. Three. Nice and simple. He wasn't going to try for ten. He'd probably hurt himself.

"That's what Mom says too." Maria intoned, obviously fascinated by the juggling. "She says we get it from Daddy."

"Daddy's smart like that," JJ said. Yes, he actually did. "He can figure out stuff that no one else can." Nodnod. He grinned at Valentine, peering through the mask.

"Ah, but can he juggle?"

If the answer was yes, Valentine might have to hunt Jack down so that he could have another juggling partner. One could never have too many juggling partners. Nobody around here could juggle.

"Not that good. He can do three blindfolded (once!) and can do four or five on a good day. He says it's 'all in the reflexes' and that it's easy if you know how." He grinned. His dad had good reflexes. But couldn't juggle as good as Uncle Valentine!

Uncle Valentine wasn't formulating evil plots to throw things at Jack. That would be just wrong.

Okay, maybe he was.

"I'll have to test him on juggling sometime," he mused.

"He likes being tested," he said, laughing. His dad was the best and would catch whatever!

Maria poked him, wearing the mask and making a fishy face with hand-fins flapping at him.

Valentine was now looking back and forth between fish-flourish boy and fishy-face girl.

"Are you fish often?"

"No, we're plants!"

"We're not plants, JJ!" Maria said with more flappity finwaving.

"We're not fish, either. Mom gets mad when someone asks if she's name after coral," JJ countered.

"That's because coral's dumb. It doesn't move!" Finwaving!

"But Mom says she's not a plant either! Nor a fish!" JJ was making fish faces back at her through Valentine's face. "UncaValentine! Tell us we're not fish or plants!"

"You're monkeybirds, the both of you," Valentine said, deciding rather firmly on this point. "I shall have to start calling you both 'Bob' from here on in, I think. Bob and Bob, son and daughter of Jack and Anemone."

....that might not have been the brightest thing Valentine's done today. Because that lead to two child-things racing around him, flapping one arm (holding the masks on with the other) and making screechy monkey noises.

Oh, and chanting "Bob!" repeatedly.

They did rather good monkeybird impressions, Valentine noted. Perhaps all children did. Maybe monkeybirds were just children who got lost in transition from 'child' to 'functional member of society.'

Not that Valentine had ever really become a functional member of society, but that was neither here nor there.

"I hope you don't expect me to juggle bananas, now," he mused.

"Bob!" they said as one, and bounced and hopped and did Valentine have bananas to juggle and can they seeeeeeeee and I wanna bananer and no you can't have one cuz he's gonna juggle 'em and he can't juggle 'em when their eated!

"Yes, yes, Bob Bob Bob, Bob Bob, Malcolm." Valentine mimed thumping some invisible monkeybird upside the head, then grinned and shrugged. "I'm fresh out of bananas, sorry."

"Bob bob bob BOB bob Bob Bob!"
"Aw, you're out of bananas?" Jack ~~whined~~ asked.
"We should get you bananas, so you could juggle!" Maria exclaimed. "Bob!"
"Bob!" Jack agreed, then started chasing her around Valentine again, both starting up the "Bob!" chant.

And then, because they are twins and don't need to speak, they tackleglomped the Valentine. "We miss you lots!" said Maria. "You need to visit moooooore!" said Jack. "Cutest puppy dog eyes evaaaar!" said their faces.

Valentine was a juggler. Valentine wasn't an acrobat. So, when he was dual-tackled by a pair of clingy children, Valentine did the only thing he possibly could do.

"Aaah!" He stumbled, flailed his arms about, and fell onto his arse. And then proceeded to stare at the disgustingly adorable children-things. "I can try! I can try!"

"Oh, no!" cried JJ. "We broke UncaValentiiiine!" Leaping on to the poor knocked-over student and checking for a pulse didn't help. "Call for a medic!"

"I'll give him a cootie shot!" shouted Maria, who grabbed Valentine's hand, chanting "Circle circle dot dot now you've had a cootie shot!"

"Thank you?" Valentine didn't know what a cootie was, but if a cootie shot was intended to make him unbroken, then who was he to complain?

There were children crawling on him. He wasn't sure if the cootie shot had worked or not, really.

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