fandomhigh | Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse, Thursday

It was still the Danger Shop. It was still the normal classroom configuration (though in the middle of it stood an extremely old fashioned projector for... some reason). It was not, however, your normal extravagant dark-haired necromancer at the front, but a tall beponytailed redhead in a neat grey suit and an extraordinarily serious expression.

"So Liliana isn't here," Jesse said. "Obviously. I'm mayor Jesse Faden, the school asked me if I wanted to do a little 'Fandom zombie invasion experiences' class for you instead. We had a bad one ourselves years ago that affected several students. At the time, the students set up barriers around the school to keep the zombies out. Fire was a very useful tool. I think King Arthur was involved, too. And we were saved by... gremlins?"

The logs from the time weren't as detailed as ~~FBC protocol would require~~ she'd like.

"I put together what materials we had from that time," she said. "Maps, tactics used, that kind of thing. Should be on a sheet of paper on your desk." Because again. Not as detailed as FBC protocol would require. "And I found an instructional video in the archives. So you can watch that first, and then look at the sheet, and we'll talk about it!"

That sure sounded very confident, considering that when she leaned over and turned on the projector, what it produced sure looked a lot more like contemporary England than Fandom.

"... Uh."

You know? She hadn't prepared for this.

"Or we can have a movie day," Jesse offered. "That also works?"

She was not cut out to be a teacher.

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If you have pressing need to talk to the mayor.

Jon went up to Jesse after class and nodded. "Er, I'm wondering if Liliana is all right?" The Eye was being silent on the subject, which probably meant she was, but still.

Jesse blinked. Somehow she hadn't seen that one coming. "As far as I know, she's fine," she said. "I got a Scheduling Conflict/Animal Transformation Class Replacement Request Form last night, that's all."

She really needed to do something to cut into the insane amount of paperwork involved in the Fandom bureaucracy. Stupid moose gumming up the process.

It was Jon's turn to blink. Then sigh. "There's a...of course there's a form for that."

"There's forms for everything, whether we like it or not," Jesse said dryly. "I'm the one who makes sure the rest of you don't have to worry about them too much."

Jon gave her a wry smile. "For which the rest of us heartily thank you. Not to say I mind a well-written form, but I suspect the ones here can be somewhat idiosyncratic."

"To put it mildly," Jesse said. "Sometimes I think I should tkae a few weeks and just... reorder the whole Fandom bureaucracy. There's so much build-up and chaos because successive mayors have just piled their own changes on top of previous changes, you know?"

Jon grimaced. "I know more than I'd care," Jon answered. "I previously inherited an archive that had been operating for just over two hundred years. Each archivist had their own idea of how things needed to be organized, and my immediate predecessor actively did her best to disorganize it. It was a nightmare."

And that was before the supernatural got involved!

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Jesse said, deeply sincere. "Did you also have at least one archivist who would just abritrarily throw things out?"

John laughed. "I have no idea! That would require for there to have been any form of index or cross-referencing. Even different parts of the same file weren't always in the same box. Though they certainly saved some of the most ridiculous statements, so it's more likely they hoarded everything."

He shook his head. "Mind you, given the rest of the job, I wish that were the only thing I'd ever had to worry about, but still. I take it you have your own experience with things gone missing."

"Mayor Swanson," Jesse sighed. "He felt the job of the mayor was to make themselves as unnecessary as possible. Any form he thought was infringing on the freedom of commerce or the freedom of our citizens went in the shredder. But because he didn't like paperwork, he tried to avoid it at every opportunity, so the only things he shredded was whatever people actually put in front of him."

"So instead of getting rid of unnecessary papers and rules, he ensured the most important things were never documented."

Jon shook his head. "You have my sympathies."

"I feel like Mayor Swanson created a lot more problems than he solved in general," Jesse said wryly. "Which-- well, you know. But thank you."

"It's...well, my predecessor had good reasons for what she did, as it happened. Though I don't expect Fandom is in service to any evil gods."

"I haven't found anything to that effect so far," Jesse said. "We're just in a place that's... really, really weird."

Jon nodded. "Right. Well. Let's hope that stays the case."

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