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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Troy's eyes widened, but he tried to keep his surprise mostly under control. "Hey," he said, trying to keep mostly cool. "Pretty well. How about you?"

The boy shrugged, smiling a little. "Pretty cool," he replied. "That trip through the... thingy was kinda cool." He looked around the park. "So this is where you and Father went to school?"

Troy nodded. "Yeah, we met here," he replied, already starting to guess who 'Father' might be -- and it was a mark of the effect Fandom had had upon him that he didn't boggle at the mention of 'Father'. "Our senior year. Listen, this may sound odd, but..." He hesitated a moment. "What's your name?"

The boy gave Troy a Look. "Dad, that joke got old when I was eight."

"I, uh, I don't mean it as a joke," Troy said. "Look, I... it's kind of a long story, and I promise I'll explain when you're older, okay? It's one of those grown-up things." He smiled warmly, holding out his hand to his simulated son. "C'mon, why don't we go get some ice cream, and you can tell me all about what you've been up to."

The boy grinned at the mention of ice cream, even though the phrase 'grown-up things' had him pouting mere moments before. "Sure!" he said, taking Troy's hand. "Ice cream sounds great." There were moments when the boy seemed all of his age, and others were he seemed to much older.

"Oh, and Dad?" he said, in step with his parent. "My name's Kyle."

Fandom Invasions Class #7 (Thursday period 3)

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