My own little Simming thing
::Four kids, an Andalite and a hawk are seen in the woods, gathered around a computer, surfing the web::
M: ::sitting at the computer:: We're famous!
C: How so?
M: Look at the screen! There's like, hundreds of websites all about US!
R: ::mutters:: Let's hope they left *you* out…
J: ::grins::
T: Wait a minute… Let's go to that one. It looks interesting.
M: Which one?
T: Fanfiction.net.
M: Okay. Fanfiction.net, here we come. ::after the website finishes loading:: Now what?
J: Well, clicking on 'books' makes sense to me…
M: Books it is. ::next site loads:: Hey, look! A link that says 'Animorphs'! What did I tell you. ::clicks on the Animorphs fanfics site::
R: Woah. ::points to the screen:: Look at that. 2576. I wonder what that means… Maybe the number of people who've visited the site?
A: No, there would be a counter at the bottom of the screen if that were the case. This human technology may be primitive, but it is consistent.
M: Right. Here we go. ::website finishes loading:: Which one now?
C: It looks like each one is a story or something. ::points at the first one and reads the description:: 'My first fanfic. Typical C/J sap. Please R+R, but no flaming!!!' Huh. I wonder what it's about.. Click on it, will ya?
M: Sure. ::the story loads up and they all start reading::
C: ::blushes and glances at Jake. He also looks embarrassed::
J: ::clears his throat:: Maybe we should look at a different story.
M: ::grins and goes back to the index:: Here's another one. 'Well, I've written another end-of-series death fic. As always, please R+R. Enjoy!' ::clicks on it and they all begin reading, initially shocked::
R: ::punches Marco, and tries to lighten the mood:: Will ya look at that. You're the first one killed!
M: ::is annoyed, but keeps reading::
R: ::reads a bit more:: Hey! ::glares at the computer:: I guarantee, I am going to find this kid and show him just what I think of this little story…
M: ::chuckles::
T: You know, for some reason, I just don't like reading about the inevitable.
C: I agree. Maybe we could look at a different story...
M: ::grins:: I love being the one in the driver's seat... ::clicks on a story whose description reads 'Here's my first attempt at a R/M fic. Rather pitiful, very sappy, if I do say so myself…' They all begin reading. Marco grins broadly, Rachel turns beet red with anger, perhaps some embarrassment::
R: ::turns on Marco and grabs his shirt collar:: If you EVER think I'd do that... ::lets the threat hang::
M: ::is thoroughly amused:: Never. Never would the mighty Xena stoop to such a level, I agree.
R: ::begins morphing grizzly::
J: Rachel, calm down...
R: No way. No way am I calming down. ::searches around, trying to spot Marco:: Where did he go?! Where is that little twerp?!?!?!
M: Right here, actually.
R: Where's here?!
M: You think I'm going to tell you where, let alone *what* I am? You've got to be kidding.
C: You may as well demorph, Rachel.
::both Marco and Rachel demorph::
M: ::sits down again in front of the computer:: Shall we read another?
All: *No.*
J: I've seen enough.
C: Definitely.
R: I wouldn't want to inflate Marco's ego any more.
T: I am in total agreement with everyone.
::All leave, except Marco who continues reading the R/M saps::
::Four kids, an Andalite and a hawk are seen in the woods, gathered around a computer, surfing the web::
M: ::sitting at the computer:: We're famous!
C: How so?
M: Look at the screen! There's like, hundreds of websites all about US!
R: ::mutters:: Let's hope they left *you* out…
J: ::grins::
T: Wait a minute… Let's go to that one. It looks interesting.
M: Which one?
T: Fanfiction.net.
M: Okay. Fanfiction.net, here we come. ::after the website finishes loading:: Now what?
J: Well, clicking on 'books' makes sense to me…
M: Books it is. ::next site loads:: Hey, look! A link that says 'Animorphs'! What did I tell you. ::clicks on the Animorphs fanfics site::
R: Woah. ::points to the screen:: Look at that. 2576. I wonder what that means… Maybe the number of people who've visited the site?
A: No, there would be a counter at the bottom of the screen if that were the case. This human technology may be primitive, but it is consistent.
M: Right. Here we go. ::website finishes loading:: Which one now?
C: It looks like each one is a story or something. ::points at the first one and reads the description:: 'My first fanfic. Typical C/J sap. Please R+R, but no flaming!!!' Huh. I wonder what it's about.. Click on it, will ya?
M: Sure. ::the story loads up and they all start reading::
C: ::blushes and glances at Jake. He also looks embarrassed::
J: ::clears his throat:: Maybe we should look at a different story.
M: ::grins and goes back to the index:: Here's another one. 'Well, I've written another end-of-series death fic. As always, please R+R. Enjoy!' ::clicks on it and they all begin reading, initially shocked::
R: ::punches Marco, and tries to lighten the mood:: Will ya look at that. You're the first one killed!
M: ::is annoyed, but keeps reading::
R: ::reads a bit more:: Hey! ::glares at the computer:: I guarantee, I am going to find this kid and show him just what I think of this little story…
M: ::chuckles::
T: You know, for some reason, I just don't like reading about the inevitable.
C: I agree. Maybe we could look at a different story...
M: ::grins:: I love being the one in the driver's seat... ::clicks on a story whose description reads 'Here's my first attempt at a R/M fic. Rather pitiful, very sappy, if I do say so myself…' They all begin reading. Marco grins broadly, Rachel turns beet red with anger, perhaps some embarrassment::
R: ::turns on Marco and grabs his shirt collar:: If you EVER think I'd do that... ::lets the threat hang::
M: ::is thoroughly amused:: Never. Never would the mighty Xena stoop to such a level, I agree.
R: ::begins morphing grizzly::
J: Rachel, calm down...
R: No way. No way am I calming down. ::searches around, trying to spot Marco:: Where did he go?! Where is that little twerp?!?!?!
M: Right here, actually.
R: Where's here?!
M: You think I'm going to tell you where, let alone *what* I am? You've got to be kidding.
C: You may as well demorph, Rachel.
::both Marco and Rachel demorph::
M: ::sits down again in front of the computer:: Shall we read another?
All: *No.*
J: I've seen enough.
C: Definitely.
R: I wouldn't want to inflate Marco's ego any more.
T: I am in total agreement with everyone.
::All leave, except Marco who continues reading the R/M saps::