fandomhigh | Careers Fair, Fandom High Front Lawn, Friday Afternoon, 07/21/06

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Careers Fair, Fandom High Front Lawn, Friday Afternoon, 07/21/06

By lunch time, the booths were set up, the guests had arrived and there was quaint music playing from somewhere undetermined. Hawkeye is walking around with one of those portable microphone/speaker set-ups, roaming from booth to booth announcing the various guests that have come to Fandom to talk about their professions.

And despite what the mainland weather forecast said, it was definitely a nice, fine day.

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Ned flails about. And twitches. And shakes. He's resisting the urge to run and call Reverend Lovejoy again.

"Why, baptizing will put you on the right path to salvation. It'll save you from such vices as sugar, pornography, Woody Allen movies, and Barney."

"What's wrong with sugar?" The others she could totally buy as vices.

"It gets you high," Ned says sagely. "If Rod or Todd have one pinch of sugar, they're up all night, demanding to watch something hedonistic like The Little Blue People."

"Are Rod and Tod your children?" she asked. "My mother raised me on sugar and tater tots and I turned out just fine."

"They are," he says, "and did you turn out fine? Did you really?"

Stupid Ned.

"I'm in the top of my class. I have a 4.5 GPA. I got accepted to one of the most prestigious preparatory schools on the east coast when I was fourteen. I'm going to an Ivy League school next year," Rory replied. "I think I turned out just dandy."

Ned flails and is speechless.

"But...you are not left handed!"

Yeah, he's got nothing.

"I know, but somehow I've overcome," she said, nodding.

Ned flails again and then pushes a pamphlet on the Leftorium into her hands.

"You remind me way too much of one Bart Simpson."

"Thank you?" Rory said, peering at the pamphlet.

"Oh, you're so very welcome!" Ned leaves out the part where Bart Simpson is Hell's cabana boy. "Did you have any other questions?"

"Where are you from?" she asked.

"Springfield," he says. "The Flanders abode resides in Springfield."

"Where is that?" Rory asked.

"Well, pupilrino, Springfield is in..." And as Ned goes to answer the question, there's a rather loud bang and Ned's table tumbles to the ground, spreading pamphlets all over.

Ned has no idea how that happened. Really.

Rory looked worried. "Did we just have an earthquake?"

"Very possibly," Ned says, picking up his pamphlets. "Those dastardly earthquakes occur at the most inopportune times!"

"I should let other people talk to you," Rory said, helping him pick up the pamphlets. "It was very nice meeting you, Mr. Flanders."

"You too, little lady!" Ned says happily. "If you're ever in Springfield,..." Oh no, Ned drops a left handed bowling ball on his foot and screeches, completely obscuring the name of the state. "Come on by the Leftorium," he squeaks out.

"Okay." She winced sympathetically, and completely ignored the 'little lady' remark before heading on her way.

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