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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Marco and Danny came into the room and headed straight for the fridge. "Any preference for flavors?"

"Rock-y Road!" Danny replied, punctuating every syllable. "And mint chip, and...cookies and cream!" He skipped in behind Marco, then hopped around him as he paused by the fridge. Getting rid of excess energy, maybe?

Marco filled up two bowls with ice cream and grabbed some spoons and did a few spins around himself as he tried to locate his bouncy spawn. Who still had no name. "Hey, before you get your ice cream? What do I usually call you?"

The boy just stared at his father-to-be like he'd been hit on the head. "Danny, Daddy," he told him very slowly. "'Cause I don't like 'Daniel'?" He squinted at the older boy, as if wondering if maybe his daddy was, perhaps, a bit leaden.

Well, he was. "Well, d'uh, it's totally your mom's fault you got Daniel." Marco still had no idea who his mom was. He handed the boy the bowl. "So what kind of games do you usually play?" He was trying here.

Danny blinked. "You KNOW all the games I like." He stared at the colors in the fridge sulkily. "You didn't forget, did you?"

Marco shoved a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth to give himself a long moment. "Favorite games change every other day." He finally pointed out.

Not mine!" he protested vehemently. "Mine's been checkers for two whole weeks!" He smashed at his ice cream with his spoon, swirling the color at the edges of the bowl into tawny, mucky shade. "And you said you'd play with me this afternoon."

Marco totally didn't snicker. "Okay then, wanna set the game up?" Possibly because he didn't actually remember how to.

Danny squealed with delight. "Okay!" With obvious delight, he took a huge bite out his ice cream. "Where's the board?" he asked eagerly.

"Umbeph tumph coumph." Marco said and swallowed. "Check next to the couch."

He scrambled right over the couch, peering past the edge. The bowl slipped out of his hand and splattered on the floor. "My ice cream..."

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