Welcome to my new fic! Please review at the end!
Disclaimer: Nothing but the plot is mine.
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Alanna: *swivels happily in her swivel chair, in new office decked out with patient chaise bed and lots of fake credentials hanging on walls*
Intercom: Keladry of Mindelan and Cleon of Kennan are here for relationship counseling.
Alanna: *leaps up and brandishes sword at intercom* Who are you? Show yourself in the name of the King!
Intercom: *smugly* I'm the All-Powerful Intercom. I command hordes of bored students and whole buildings full of frustrated important people.
Alanna: *fierce scowl* You don't scare me. Come out and fight! I demand a fight to the death!
Intercom: Did I mention that I have super-intercom powers and can blast your eardrums out with squeaky sounds, causing much wailing and gnashing of teeth by all in my vicinity?
Alanna: *bewildered, scratches her head*
Intercom: Just open the door.
Alanna: *obediently opens door, and lets Kel and Cleon in. All sit down* Now, what seems to be the problem? *importantly pompous*
Kel: *hysterically* He doesn't like my mother!
Cleon: She keeps boring me with Yamani stuff, and quite frankly, my dewdrop, I don't give a damn.
Kel: See? He doesn't like my mother!
Alanna: *confused* He didn't say that. He said he didn't like the Yamani stuff.
Kel: Yes, he doesn't like my mother! *crying*
Cleon: *yells* Shut up about your mother!
Kel: See? He doesn't like my mother! *still crying*
Alanna: *throws box of tissues at her* Baby. Now, Cleon, Why don't you like Yamani stuff?
Cleon: All they ever do is bow, bat their eyelashes, confuse you with different weapons and philosophize. Neal does enough of all that to suit anyone.
Alanna: *interested* Neal bats his eyelashes?
Cleon: You should've see him this one time when-
Kel: *cuts him off* Don't say mean things about Neal! And why don't you like my mother?
Cleon: I knew it! You like Neal!
Kel: *blushing* No I don't! You don't like my mother!
Cleon: *tearing out hair* Shut up about your mother! *runs out, patches of hair gone*
Alanna: I never knew you could literally tear you hair out. *interested*
Kel: *tearfully* But he doesn't like my mother.
Alanna: *angrily* I hate your mother too, now grow up!
Kel: I thought you liked me. *sniff* Meanie! *steals box of tissues and leaves*
Alanna: *sits back happily, content* I think that went well.
Intercom: Good job.
Alanna: *pleased* Thank you. Tell you what, we'll call it a truce. I won't kill you, and you don't hurt my ears with squeaky sounds.
Intercom: Deal. Shall I tell you about the office Christmas party I crashed?
Alanna: *bored already* If you have to.
Intercom: *experimental squeak*
Alanna: *sits up straight immediately* I mean, go right ahead, I would love to hear.
Intercom: *smugly* That's better. Well, it all began...
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All hail the Intercom, lol.
Review if you want more! Tell me any ideas you have, too. I want a few cameo ppl for an upcoming episode.
Til then, stay sane!
~ Rebel Hawk
Disclaimer: Nothing but the plot is mine.
*~*~*~*
Alanna: *swivels happily in her swivel chair, in new office decked out with patient chaise bed and lots of fake credentials hanging on walls*
Intercom: Keladry of Mindelan and Cleon of Kennan are here for relationship counseling.
Alanna: *leaps up and brandishes sword at intercom* Who are you? Show yourself in the name of the King!
Intercom: *smugly* I'm the All-Powerful Intercom. I command hordes of bored students and whole buildings full of frustrated important people.
Alanna: *fierce scowl* You don't scare me. Come out and fight! I demand a fight to the death!
Intercom: Did I mention that I have super-intercom powers and can blast your eardrums out with squeaky sounds, causing much wailing and gnashing of teeth by all in my vicinity?
Alanna: *bewildered, scratches her head*
Intercom: Just open the door.
Alanna: *obediently opens door, and lets Kel and Cleon in. All sit down* Now, what seems to be the problem? *importantly pompous*
Kel: *hysterically* He doesn't like my mother!
Cleon: She keeps boring me with Yamani stuff, and quite frankly, my dewdrop, I don't give a damn.
Kel: See? He doesn't like my mother!
Alanna: *confused* He didn't say that. He said he didn't like the Yamani stuff.
Kel: Yes, he doesn't like my mother! *crying*
Cleon: *yells* Shut up about your mother!
Kel: See? He doesn't like my mother! *still crying*
Alanna: *throws box of tissues at her* Baby. Now, Cleon, Why don't you like Yamani stuff?
Cleon: All they ever do is bow, bat their eyelashes, confuse you with different weapons and philosophize. Neal does enough of all that to suit anyone.
Alanna: *interested* Neal bats his eyelashes?
Cleon: You should've see him this one time when-
Kel: *cuts him off* Don't say mean things about Neal! And why don't you like my mother?
Cleon: I knew it! You like Neal!
Kel: *blushing* No I don't! You don't like my mother!
Cleon: *tearing out hair* Shut up about your mother! *runs out, patches of hair gone*
Alanna: I never knew you could literally tear you hair out. *interested*
Kel: *tearfully* But he doesn't like my mother.
Alanna: *angrily* I hate your mother too, now grow up!
Kel: I thought you liked me. *sniff* Meanie! *steals box of tissues and leaves*
Alanna: *sits back happily, content* I think that went well.
Intercom: Good job.
Alanna: *pleased* Thank you. Tell you what, we'll call it a truce. I won't kill you, and you don't hurt my ears with squeaky sounds.
Intercom: Deal. Shall I tell you about the office Christmas party I crashed?
Alanna: *bored already* If you have to.
Intercom: *experimental squeak*
Alanna: *sits up straight immediately* I mean, go right ahead, I would love to hear.
Intercom: *smugly* That's better. Well, it all began...
*~*~*~*
All hail the Intercom, lol.
Review if you want more! Tell me any ideas you have, too. I want a few cameo ppl for an upcoming episode.
Til then, stay sane!
~ Rebel Hawk