Wow another chapter already! And sorry, but I'm not letting any new people in unless they give me supreme power over the animal kingdom. Sowwy! But I had hoped to get, maybe, four people for this fic, and I ended up getting TWICE that! Writing this is such a blast so far, BTW, but it'll probably end up being 467,547,954,794,795,479,479,479 chapters long. Um, yay?
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"Oh, this is beyond perfect" said CryingChild, as she saw the number on the door.
"What?" Mel asked, disinterested.
"Room 777." she replied, as if reciting a religious chant.
Mel blinked. "I don't get it." she said.
"That's the number of Nny's house" CryingChild replied, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world, and anyone who didn't know it sould be locked up in a room with soft walls.
"Who's 'knee'?" Mel asked blankly.
CryingChild took a deep breath, preparing to unleash a torrent of fanbabble on her ususpecting cousin, when she held up a hand. "Never mind, I can tell I don't want to know." CryingChild opened the door, walked in, and dropped her bags on the bed, while Mel walked in the adjecent room to unpack her stuff.
"You're gonna have to learn about all this eventually," CryingChild called, "After all," she cried blissfully, "We're gonna be SURROUNDED by Jhoneny goodness for the entire week!"
Mel walked in to the room with her cousin, looking unimpressed "But I don't WANNA know about it! And I'm tired and hot and bored an-"
"And you're right," CryingChild interrupted, "let's split up and meet back here."
-------Meanwhile...---------
"Cool, I'm sharing a suite with Nny!" Ztar joked as she walked in and saw who was there. Standing by a dresser was a slim blonde girl with green eyes behind oval glasses. She was wearing black pants, a charcoal gray shirt with thin horizontal black stripes, a trenchcoat, and tall boots. She had no makeup, and her hair was pulled into a long ponytail.
She smiled, "Nah, not me," she said, "but we have the same taste in music."
Ztar, being a slightly sharper tack than CryingChild, recognized that immediatly, "KidKourage?" she guessed.
"Right!" KidK cried gleefully. "And you're...?"
"I'll give you a hint," Ztar cleared her throat, and when she spoke again, she was doing a more than passable immatation of Gaz. "If Britney Spears died, you wouldn't be hurting mankind, just MAN."
KidK snickered, "Ztar?" she suggested. Ztar nodded enthusiastically.
"Isn't this just TOO cool?!?" she asked, having grown hyper off sheer fangirl excitment.
"TOO cool, it's just SO kawaii! Have you seen anyone else yet?"
"Well," Ztar said, "I saw CryingChild, and Invader Bast, and Invader Mel. You?" KidK shook her head.
"I just got here. Who's Invader Mel?" This time it was Ztar's turn to shake her head,
"Someone who's never heard of IZ... and no, you don't want to know."
KidK grinned in response. "Anyone else? How about Kat?"
"Kat?" Ztar asked, "No, I didn't see her, wonder if she's here..."
------Meanwhile... Gee, I wonder who Bast's gonna meet?------
Bast had just finished making a little tower out of her sketchpads on the nightstand when she heard a jangling noise. It repeated itself, like chinese water torture, over and over, coming closer and closer...
"AWAY WITH YOU, JANGLE-BEAST!!!!! YOUR TOURTURUS CHIMES OF MUSTARD ONLY FUEL MY HYPNOTIC POWERS!!!!" she finally screamed, just as a tall, and slightly confused girl walked in. She had thin brown poofing up from her head, dark brown eyes and black eyebrows, and pale skin. She was wearing ripped jeans, sneakers, and the Doom T-shirt over a long-sleeved white shirt and black gloves. (A/N: Are you getting as sick of these descriptions as I am? Still, I will continue to write them. I mean, what's the point of asking for big effin long descriptions if you don't use em?:c) Recovering quickly, she replied with;
"NOT WITHOUT MY MONKEY I WON'T!!! RELEASE THE CHEESE GRATER, YOU KNAVE!!!" she then extended a hand, "I'm Kat" she said calmly.
Bast grabbed her hand and shook it as if she was trying to flip the girl over her shoulder. "As in Kat23a?" she asked, the other girl nodded "Kewlness!!! I'm Invader Bast, but I'm sure you know that, as we've doomed various implements of evil whose names begin with 'B' together!" Bast finally relented in her hand shaking, as Kat glanced around.
Noticing Bast's things, she asked "Are you sure you want this room?"
"Either one's fine with me." Bast said, "Why?"
"Oh nothing," Kat said dismissivly, "It's just someone in the lobby told me a man was murdered in the adjacent room a few years ago, and some say he's *still* there, if ya know what I mean."
"...And you don't feel comfertable sleeping there?" Bast asked.
Kat looked at her as if she had just said something profoundly stupid, "No, I'm saying I've got dibs on it! Heheh, 'Dibs', I like puns..."
------Meanwhile...-------
CryingChild looked around the lobby happily. The convention itself was still being set up in an adjacent room, but there were dozens of people walking around, inviting random people to join this or that organzation. She was already adorned with the stickers of ESIR, Proud Owners of Fanbots, and Supporters of Red/Purple. She turned and nearly bumped into a trenchcoated girl.
"Sorry!" she said.
"No problem," the girl replied, "Wanna join FPI?"
"Wuzzat?" "Future Paranormal Investigators. It's for Dib fans."
"No thanks, I like Dib, but when he gets into one of his rants about Zimmy, I just wanna..." She held up her hands, making a strangling motion.
Her theatrics were inturrupted as she was hit over the head with a heavy backpack. "Ow!" she cried, turning to see her attacker. She came face to face with a tall, thin, pale girl with straight blonde hair and electric blue eyes. She was wearing a shirt like Dib's only, black flared pants, and a black trench coat. She had a *very* angry look in her eyes. "Do. Not. Say. That. About. Dib. Again." She said firmly.
"Okay, okay, sheesh." CryingChild replied. "I'm CryingChild by the way."
"Oooh, I know you! I'm The Slayer!"
"Yaaaaay!" CryingChild said, then she gasped. "Waitaminute, if you're The Slayer, then... then... WHO'S THAT???" she pointed at a random person.
"That's Someguy."
"Are... are you SURE?" CryingChild said, feigning terror.
"No!"
"Yay!"
"And over there," The Slayer said, pointing, "Is Somepeople."
Recognition flashed into CryingChild's eyes. "Hey, those aren't just any somepeople!" she said, grabbing The Slayer's arm and running over to the group of four.
"Hiiiiiii guys!" CryingChild turned to The Slayer. "This is The Slayer" she said, then one by one indicated the others. "And THIS is Ztarlight, and THIS is Invader Bast" she then pointed at KidK "And this is Miss. Niceladyperson," then she pointed at Kat, "And this is Happy the Magical Elf!"
"I'm not an elf!" Kat protested, "...Or am I? Oh well, call me Kat"
"And you can call me KidK" The obligatory squeals were exchanged all around, when a voice came out of some unseen speaker:
"Attention, for those of you attending the... Invader... Zim? Is that how you pronounce it? ...Convention, the south wing convention hall is now open. Repeat, the south wing conve- hey, what the... gimme that back! Aaaa!" "Hello!" said a familar -VERY familar- voice... "I'm on the speaky thing! I can hear myself! Heehee, I sound good. Now check this out!" The new voice began beat-boxing, until he was cut off by another very familar voice chastising him.
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"Oh, this is beyond perfect" said CryingChild, as she saw the number on the door.
"What?" Mel asked, disinterested.
"Room 777." she replied, as if reciting a religious chant.
Mel blinked. "I don't get it." she said.
"That's the number of Nny's house" CryingChild replied, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world, and anyone who didn't know it sould be locked up in a room with soft walls.
"Who's 'knee'?" Mel asked blankly.
CryingChild took a deep breath, preparing to unleash a torrent of fanbabble on her ususpecting cousin, when she held up a hand. "Never mind, I can tell I don't want to know." CryingChild opened the door, walked in, and dropped her bags on the bed, while Mel walked in the adjecent room to unpack her stuff.
"You're gonna have to learn about all this eventually," CryingChild called, "After all," she cried blissfully, "We're gonna be SURROUNDED by Jhoneny goodness for the entire week!"
Mel walked in to the room with her cousin, looking unimpressed "But I don't WANNA know about it! And I'm tired and hot and bored an-"
"And you're right," CryingChild interrupted, "let's split up and meet back here."
-------Meanwhile...---------
"Cool, I'm sharing a suite with Nny!" Ztar joked as she walked in and saw who was there. Standing by a dresser was a slim blonde girl with green eyes behind oval glasses. She was wearing black pants, a charcoal gray shirt with thin horizontal black stripes, a trenchcoat, and tall boots. She had no makeup, and her hair was pulled into a long ponytail.
She smiled, "Nah, not me," she said, "but we have the same taste in music."
Ztar, being a slightly sharper tack than CryingChild, recognized that immediatly, "KidKourage?" she guessed.
"Right!" KidK cried gleefully. "And you're...?"
"I'll give you a hint," Ztar cleared her throat, and when she spoke again, she was doing a more than passable immatation of Gaz. "If Britney Spears died, you wouldn't be hurting mankind, just MAN."
KidK snickered, "Ztar?" she suggested. Ztar nodded enthusiastically.
"Isn't this just TOO cool?!?" she asked, having grown hyper off sheer fangirl excitment.
"TOO cool, it's just SO kawaii! Have you seen anyone else yet?"
"Well," Ztar said, "I saw CryingChild, and Invader Bast, and Invader Mel. You?" KidK shook her head.
"I just got here. Who's Invader Mel?" This time it was Ztar's turn to shake her head,
"Someone who's never heard of IZ... and no, you don't want to know."
KidK grinned in response. "Anyone else? How about Kat?"
"Kat?" Ztar asked, "No, I didn't see her, wonder if she's here..."
------Meanwhile... Gee, I wonder who Bast's gonna meet?------
Bast had just finished making a little tower out of her sketchpads on the nightstand when she heard a jangling noise. It repeated itself, like chinese water torture, over and over, coming closer and closer...
"AWAY WITH YOU, JANGLE-BEAST!!!!! YOUR TOURTURUS CHIMES OF MUSTARD ONLY FUEL MY HYPNOTIC POWERS!!!!" she finally screamed, just as a tall, and slightly confused girl walked in. She had thin brown poofing up from her head, dark brown eyes and black eyebrows, and pale skin. She was wearing ripped jeans, sneakers, and the Doom T-shirt over a long-sleeved white shirt and black gloves. (A/N: Are you getting as sick of these descriptions as I am? Still, I will continue to write them. I mean, what's the point of asking for big effin long descriptions if you don't use em?:c) Recovering quickly, she replied with;
"NOT WITHOUT MY MONKEY I WON'T!!! RELEASE THE CHEESE GRATER, YOU KNAVE!!!" she then extended a hand, "I'm Kat" she said calmly.
Bast grabbed her hand and shook it as if she was trying to flip the girl over her shoulder. "As in Kat23a?" she asked, the other girl nodded "Kewlness!!! I'm Invader Bast, but I'm sure you know that, as we've doomed various implements of evil whose names begin with 'B' together!" Bast finally relented in her hand shaking, as Kat glanced around.
Noticing Bast's things, she asked "Are you sure you want this room?"
"Either one's fine with me." Bast said, "Why?"
"Oh nothing," Kat said dismissivly, "It's just someone in the lobby told me a man was murdered in the adjacent room a few years ago, and some say he's *still* there, if ya know what I mean."
"...And you don't feel comfertable sleeping there?" Bast asked.
Kat looked at her as if she had just said something profoundly stupid, "No, I'm saying I've got dibs on it! Heheh, 'Dibs', I like puns..."
------Meanwhile...-------
CryingChild looked around the lobby happily. The convention itself was still being set up in an adjacent room, but there were dozens of people walking around, inviting random people to join this or that organzation. She was already adorned with the stickers of ESIR, Proud Owners of Fanbots, and Supporters of Red/Purple. She turned and nearly bumped into a trenchcoated girl.
"Sorry!" she said.
"No problem," the girl replied, "Wanna join FPI?"
"Wuzzat?" "Future Paranormal Investigators. It's for Dib fans."
"No thanks, I like Dib, but when he gets into one of his rants about Zimmy, I just wanna..." She held up her hands, making a strangling motion.
Her theatrics were inturrupted as she was hit over the head with a heavy backpack. "Ow!" she cried, turning to see her attacker. She came face to face with a tall, thin, pale girl with straight blonde hair and electric blue eyes. She was wearing a shirt like Dib's only, black flared pants, and a black trench coat. She had a *very* angry look in her eyes. "Do. Not. Say. That. About. Dib. Again." She said firmly.
"Okay, okay, sheesh." CryingChild replied. "I'm CryingChild by the way."
"Oooh, I know you! I'm The Slayer!"
"Yaaaaay!" CryingChild said, then she gasped. "Waitaminute, if you're The Slayer, then... then... WHO'S THAT???" she pointed at a random person.
"That's Someguy."
"Are... are you SURE?" CryingChild said, feigning terror.
"No!"
"Yay!"
"And over there," The Slayer said, pointing, "Is Somepeople."
Recognition flashed into CryingChild's eyes. "Hey, those aren't just any somepeople!" she said, grabbing The Slayer's arm and running over to the group of four.
"Hiiiiiii guys!" CryingChild turned to The Slayer. "This is The Slayer" she said, then one by one indicated the others. "And THIS is Ztarlight, and THIS is Invader Bast" she then pointed at KidK "And this is Miss. Niceladyperson," then she pointed at Kat, "And this is Happy the Magical Elf!"
"I'm not an elf!" Kat protested, "...Or am I? Oh well, call me Kat"
"And you can call me KidK" The obligatory squeals were exchanged all around, when a voice came out of some unseen speaker:
"Attention, for those of you attending the... Invader... Zim? Is that how you pronounce it? ...Convention, the south wing convention hall is now open. Repeat, the south wing conve- hey, what the... gimme that back! Aaaa!" "Hello!" said a familar -VERY familar- voice... "I'm on the speaky thing! I can hear myself! Heehee, I sound good. Now check this out!" The new voice began beat-boxing, until he was cut off by another very familar voice chastising him.