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fandomhigh2023-10-04 06:17 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote in fandomhigh2023-10-04 06:17 am
The Multiverse is F'd, Y'all; Wednesday, Second Period [10/04].
"Sometimes," said Summer, with a nod of greeting to everyone as they were in the danger shop today, and, as much as Summer did love her danger shop classroom module because it was hilarious, they were actually on a big open stage, with several dozen giant floating heads scattered throughout the yellow sky overhead. There were instruments, a few volunteers from the zombie band, and Summer had a microphone in hand to help really bring today's lesson to life, "a universe is at risk from a big giant stupid evil government. Sometimes, it's a giant spider invasion. Sometimes," she gestured toward the heads in the sky, "it's Cromulons."
"SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT!" boomed the largest, closest, most golden of the heads in the sky.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Summer waved a hand dismissively at it, "we're getting to it, we're getting to it. Hold your horses. Now, okay, so, Cromulons actually feed on the talent and showmanship of other beings, and so they have a tendency to go around to different galaxies, kidnapping planets, and then forcing them all to participate in an intergalactic talent show called Planet Music to satiate their hunger. Which, you know, rude, that kind of thing should be strictly voluntary, especially when the consequences for losing is, you know, death and complete global annihilation.
"Today," Summer said, winding down to her conclusion, "the Cromulons will not be destroying Earth if you fail to satisfy their hunger for entertainment, but you are still going to have to think on your feet and try to put together some kind of act, preferably a musical one, for them as your class assignment. Because jerkbags like this," she gestured toward the heads, "exist in the Multiverse, so it doesn't hurt to just have a wide variety of options and plans ready to go. You can work solo or team up in pairs or groups if you want, and you've got the full range of the danger shop for costuming, set pieces, etc, etc, etc, but basically, you're going to have to--"
"SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT!" the giant head interrupted. "I WANT TO SEE WHAT YOU GOT!"
"Ugh," Summer rolled her eyes, "so impatient! Anyway, you get the idea, and, really, just know that the Cromulon's taste is...questionable. Let me play for you what saved my Earth when these guys showed up, and, yeah, that's what you're working with."
Thankfully, Summer would not be playing too much of "Get Schwifty" for you, because it is terrible.
"SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT!" boomed the largest, closest, most golden of the heads in the sky.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Summer waved a hand dismissively at it, "we're getting to it, we're getting to it. Hold your horses. Now, okay, so, Cromulons actually feed on the talent and showmanship of other beings, and so they have a tendency to go around to different galaxies, kidnapping planets, and then forcing them all to participate in an intergalactic talent show called Planet Music to satiate their hunger. Which, you know, rude, that kind of thing should be strictly voluntary, especially when the consequences for losing is, you know, death and complete global annihilation.
"Today," Summer said, winding down to her conclusion, "the Cromulons will not be destroying Earth if you fail to satisfy their hunger for entertainment, but you are still going to have to think on your feet and try to put together some kind of act, preferably a musical one, for them as your class assignment. Because jerkbags like this," she gestured toward the heads, "exist in the Multiverse, so it doesn't hurt to just have a wide variety of options and plans ready to go. You can work solo or team up in pairs or groups if you want, and you've got the full range of the danger shop for costuming, set pieces, etc, etc, etc, but basically, you're going to have to--"
"SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT!" the giant head interrupted. "I WANT TO SEE WHAT YOU GOT!"
"Ugh," Summer rolled her eyes, "so impatient! Anyway, you get the idea, and, really, just know that the Cromulon's taste is...questionable. Let me play for you what saved my Earth when these guys showed up, and, yeah, that's what you're working with."
Thankfully, Summer would not be playing too much of "Get Schwifty" for you, because it is terrible.
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