Cafeteria [Wednesday, Lunchtime]

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

It was all Mac's own fault, really.

She'd gone and said that she was avoiding them, so of course, one of those helpful little gremlins came and found her, and bit her. Hard.

So, that would explain why she was standing centre stage on one of the cafeteria tables, addressing the gathered crowds - her screaming, adoring fans - in pink tights, shiny white boots and a little dress with sparkles.

That banana she's holding? That is a microphone, yes.

And she's going to use it.

[So, she thinks she's Hannah Montana. The girl really did have it coming to her for broadcasting everyone else's embarrassment! The cafeteria is open for your boggling and/or lunching needs, obviously.]

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[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan and her little Wokling decided to go to the cafeteria for lunch.

And she sat down and boggled at Mac. She didn't know her well, but she knew enough to know that wearing pink and sparkly dress things wasn't exactly Mac.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Mac beamed at her, and all but skipped across the stage table to crouch near Joan.

"Awwww, that's adorable!" she gleed. "Does it have a name?" She proceeded to hold the microphone towards Joan for the answer. Everyone needed to be able to hear, after all!

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"Uh, his name is Chierpa," Joan said, wondering what the deal with the banana was.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"Chierpa!" she repeated into her banana, for the benefit of the audience. You know, just in case. "Is he a fan too?" Obviously Joan was a fan, or else, why would she be here?

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan nodded, realizing that Mac was clearly suffering some kind of gremlin bit delusion. "Oh, absolutely."

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that's so awesome," Mac enthused. Well, she was a Disney star, the little kids were usually the biggest fans.

"Do you have a request?" she asked.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm happy to hear whatever you want to sing."

And she was sliding out her phone, grateful that the camera part would record video clips.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"Okay then, I'll do one most of you should know." Yes, she was back to addressing her multitude of fans.

Mac waved cheerfully, standing back up and striking a pose briefly before breaking into a rendition of Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UmzDyOAaRJE).

She would be mortified later.

For now, she was having a great time.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Oh, this was too good. Not as good as Marco's video of Professor Skywalker, but still pretty damn good.

The Wokling enjoyed the performance, clapping and bouncing along.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

About half way through her performance, she offered the microphone towards her imaginary audience (and Joan).

"Sing along with me!"

Uh... Right.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan shook her head. "That's okay. Don't want to ruin your song."

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"It's all about audience participation!" she claimed. "The more you join in, the better."

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan muttered along with some of the words half-heartedly.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"Sing it louuuuder," she said, doing that herself.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Reluctantly, Joan sang louder. A little.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Mac beamed at her, so broadly (her face was going to hurt later).

... and went quiet, letting Joan take a solo for a minute there.

Isn't that what every girl wanted? Of course it was!

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Not Joan, she stopped singing when she realized that Mac wasn't singing either.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Awww, she must have stage fright! That was it.

Mac mouthed the words encouragingly, still smiling.

It was amazing how she could multitask. Mouth word and grin, and everything aaaaall at the same time.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan felt really, really bad for Mac, but she started half-singing again.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Aww, but Mac didn't feel bad! Not... right now, anyway.

Later would be another matter.

She nodded happily at Joan, and bounced up to finish off her song, with a few sweet dance moves (they... were not that awesome, really).

And stood there for a moment, basking in the applause. And grinning.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

A single parent? Of course they could save money with Geico. That's why the money was there.

Watching them.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan eyed the money warily. It kind of creeped her out.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

But it only wanted to help. By saving her money on car insurance for switching to Geico.

Save, Joan. Save.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Well. Sure she may have the best of both worlds, but didn't she know about all that money she could be saving with Geico?

It was there to show her. Show her the truth of the matter!

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

No, no she did not know about that.

That was a shame, wasn't it?

Hannah Mac bounced off the table, going down into the crowds to meet her fans. This was the best part!

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

And the money continued to stare. As was it's job. It's creepy, creepy job.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

The staring was a little creepy, wasn't it?

Might be a stalker. Oh god.

She tried smiling. If the fan smiled back, or waved, or gleed, something like that, she might not have to call her security people in.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

The money managed to do... none of those things. Because it was a pile of money with googly eyes. Googly eyes that stared right into your soul.

If only it's theme music would play instead of this teenybop thing.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Oh, but Hannah would take requests!

... You know, if he thought he could make them.

As it was, she just saw a creepy staring boy. The trials of being a popstar were that you did get some of these.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

It was only trying to help her! Didn't she want to help her adoring fans also save money by switching to Geico? Did she have no heart for them?

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Apparently not! WOE.

"Did you want an autograph?" she tried.

Of course, she kept a stack of signed photos on hand for occasions just such as these. Sometimes the fans needed a little distraction when she tried to make her exit.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Only if that autograph was on the papers of a Geico policy. Because look at all that tempting money. With it's beady little eyes. Don't you want to have more money?

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Hannah was actually doing quite well for money, thank you! Mac, if she was herself and not mid-delusion might appreciate that sentiment more.

"I could sign your chest if you want?"

It was what all the rock stars did, right?

As far as she was concerned, he still had one of those just right for signing. The girl really knows how to deal with potential stalkers, obviously.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

The money just staaaared in response. Because it was on a mission. A mission from Geico.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Well, it was lucky that Hannah Mac took the initiative then wasn't it?

She out pulled a couple of pens that were tucked in the pocket of her dress, and scrawled a signature on the money. Nice and large for her special starey new fan!

She proceeded to add a red glittery heart with the second pen. Aww!

... Poor Teddy.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy was going to be so confused when he came to. But for now... he took it as a good sign. Someone was realizing how much they could save with Geico.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Maybe she was!

Or she was just caught up in the excitement of her show. She'd... probably sign anything, if it sat still long enough.

Never mind.

She waved at the stack of money she thought was a fan. "You enjoy the rest of the show now!"

And if he was still sat there staring in a little while she'd send her security team to deal with him.