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fandomhigh2007-10-25 12:23 pm
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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.]
"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:
Re: simulation one -- the park
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That notion was almost as brain-breaking as Coraline repeating such obvious double-entendre about his tower. But he wasn't about to further her education on the little nuances of either the English language or his anatomy, so he just nodded in absolute agreement.
"I can't agree more. Kissing is a very mushy, soppy sort of activity and I imagine you'll understand the draw of it someday, when I'm chasing the boys away from you with flying juggling balls, but for now, you're absolutely right. No kissing." For her. He had a Naminé to kiss, and he'd do a great deal of it for as long as he possibly could.
Re: simulation one -- the park
She was just as adamant about this as your average nearly-seven-year-old.
"So where's this common room? And what's so common about it? I am a Princess, you know. Sometimes."
Re: simulation one -- the park
And flip the channels on the television and film pointless monster movies.
Re: simulation one -- the park