http://tinkerbitch.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] tinkerbitch.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2008-05-29 07:07 am
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The History of Sex: Workshop 3, Period 3 (Thursday, May 29)

Welcome back, class! Oh, it had been such a fun week. Had they had a fun week? Had everyone done their homework and looked up slash fic? Tink loved slash fic. She herself had written some fabulous Barry Plodder slash fic. Had Barney read it? He should. It was very chic. Slash fic, yay!

Barney needed to be more drunk if Tink was going to make him read devil's threeway-type slash. "Only if it's slash between that spicy French chick and the librarian-type. I won't read anything involving Barry or the pasty dragon kid."

Tink was not sulking, it just looked like she was because you were too plebian to understand how fairy-language worked. Also, Barney was stupid and didn't appreciate art. So! Children! Today they were talking about something very, very special indeed!

"Special in that it continues to shock the hell out of me that it's true," Barney added. "That being geeks getting laid via the internet."

Yes! The internet was a magical, special place, full of slash fic that Barney was not good enough to ever appreciate the subtlety of and it was full of lonely, lonely nerds. And sometimes when lonely nerds lowered their expectations enough, sex happened!

"Or lied enough about who they were," Barney sighed. "Take the World of Warcraft people, for instance."

Tink shook her head sadly. See, sometimes people pretended to be wizards or healers or fighters in a little game online, and went around killing monsters and pretending that it was very, very interesting. It wasn't! But more importantly, about 99% of the people on there were male, so if you were a girl -- or were someone male pretending to be a girl -- you could get lots of free stuff! Not interesting or useful free stuff, from the real world, but free stuff from the game itself. Were they following, children?

If the students were following, they were already well ahead of Barney. "No, seriously, they pretend to be girls and then try to find girls to hook up with?"

Tink would slow this down for the mentally challenged children and Barney. No, see, they pretended to be girls and then got things that other people had slaved away in the game getting. Boys, being stupid, would give away things to fake-girls. This very rarely led to interaction with real girls -- much less sex with real girls -- but that did not stop the boys from trying. Because boys were dumb.

"Which takes us right back to it being a miracle whenever these geeks did manage to get laid. This is why Ted hides his World of Warcraft gaming from me. People need to look into Facebook or MySpace. Create a fake profile - didn't I teach a class about this once?" He had. Just not to these students.

Oh, Tink loved MySpace! Her page was ever so pretty and it had sparkles and embedded music. But all of her information was the truth. Why was she supposed to lie on it?

"Lying on the internet is like breathing," Barney explained. "For instance, my Facebook page lists me as looking for a relationship, which is both absurd and untrue. However, it also happens to be what the prime cutlets want to hear."

Ooooooh. And then very pretty people messaged him and wanted to have sex? Sex was awesome! Did nerds put up pictures of attractive people, and lie about having cool interests, and hope that nobody bailed out from the bait-and-switch?

"They did. Which is why the attractive right must be prepared for anything the geeks might throw at us. Be savvy, be smart, and above all else, mock the living shit out of them!"

Which was their assignment. Oh, this was going to be fun, children! Were they ready? Were they?
thatsamilkshake: (OMG)

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[personal profile] thatsamilkshake 2008-05-29 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"...Wait, I'm cool?"

Not really, no.

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[identity profile] isourking.livejournal.com 2008-05-29 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hi," Ron said wearily as he approached Francine. "I'm Ron. We should be having commitment free sex. Please don't hit me."
thatsamilkshake: (hi there)

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[personal profile] thatsamilkshake 2008-05-29 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
She should be finding that line skeezy. Some part of Francine knew this. But ooooh, accent. And kind of dorkily cute, and.... refreshingly honest, right? Also, accent. "Okay."

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[identity profile] isourking.livejournal.com 2008-05-29 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
And that would be Ron's eyes almost popping out of his head.

"... What?"
thatsamilkshake: (wave)

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[personal profile] thatsamilkshake 2008-05-29 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Rewind. What did she just sa--- Oh God. I really did just say that. Still, hey, being With It and refreshingly honest with guys was the kind of thing that would make them want to come back and stick around, right?

"Okay?"

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[identity profile] isourking.livejournal.com 2008-05-29 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
The thing about Ron is that when you're used to complete rejection, when this type of thing happens you're generally thrown for a loop.

Well in Ron's case his brain is more like: "la;ksjfhalksjfhalskdfjqwuiolafsjkdvjasdlyhugbasldjh"

Since there's an internet theme today.
thatsamilkshake: (awkward)

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[personal profile] thatsamilkshake 2008-05-29 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Francine waited a moment, growing more and more uncomfortable, and finally she asked, half concerned, half self-conscious, "Are you all right? Did I say something wrong?" Oh God, that was a test, wasn't it, and she failed. Fail, fail, fail. She might as well have EASY tattooed on her forehead.

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[identity profile] isourking.livejournal.com 2008-05-29 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"What? No. No. No," Ron said failing. "I just never..."

And that would be his brain going into "uygfsdykashjcasbfdalksdhf" mode again.
thatsamilkshake: (first aid)

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[personal profile] thatsamilkshake 2008-05-29 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
And that would be Francine going into Florence Nightingale mode. "Are you sure you're okay? Can I get you a glass of water or a s'more or something?" What? S'mores always made her feel better.

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[identity profile] isourking.livejournal.com 2008-05-29 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"A S'more?" Ron asked finally grasping at word he recognized.
thatsamilkshake: (milkshake)

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[personal profile] thatsamilkshake 2008-05-29 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"One S'more, coming up."

What? Doesn't everybody carry extra S'mores in sandwich bags in their backpacks? What if there's a S'more EMERGENCY?

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[identity profile] isourking.livejournal.com 2008-05-29 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"You have one?"
thatsamilkshake: (glee)

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[personal profile] thatsamilkshake 2008-05-29 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Francine rummaged in her knapsack, coming up triumphantly with a sandwich bag in each hand. "I have two!"

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[identity profile] isourking.livejournal.com 2008-05-29 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"You keep them with you?" Ron asked
thatsamilkshake: (milkshake)

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[personal profile] thatsamilkshake 2008-05-29 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure. In case I get..." Hungry. "Low blood sugar or something? They're better when they're all warm and melty and gooey--" Here there might have been a vaguely indecent expression on her face. "But they're not bad like this."

Like this was already heated and cooled, so the chocolate and marshmallow were sort of soaked into the graham crackers, but still a little smooshy.

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[identity profile] isourking.livejournal.com 2008-05-29 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Ron shrugged and took the s'more and bit into it. "S'good," he said with his mouth full.
thatsamilkshake: (mouthfull)

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[personal profile] thatsamilkshake 2008-05-29 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Francine couldn't let the second one just fall back into the bag all lonely-like, could she? So there it was in her hand mouth. "Mmmph-hmm! I lrrf S'mrrrs!"