The first four walked with bliss, (Well, THREE of them were blissful anyway,) through the stalls and kiosks, then stopped at a large magenta one.
"'What's your rank on Irk?'" CryingChild read off the sign.
"Let's try this!" Quin cried.
"No way!" said Ztar, "I'll be the bottom rung of society."
"No," assured CryingChild, "That would be Mel."
"Hey!" Said Mel, angered despite the fact that she didn't get it.
"Actually, it's only because of your age," CryingChild told Mel, "When you get a little older, you'll tower over us all! Then we'll have to kill you. And won't that be nice?" Mel shook her head.
"C'mon Ztar," Quin said, "Zim's at the bottom rung of Irken society, and just look at him! And Invader Skooge is just above him, and HE'S had fics written about him despite his total lack of any lines!"
"Well... at least all four of us would be paraiahs." Ztar replied, and the four walked in.
Inside was a man dressed as the Conventia announcer, standing next to a board with all sorts of holes in it. As each person stood against the wall, he poked a metal insturment into the hole just above her head, some lights would flash, and a 3X5 index card would pop out of a slot near the top. "Wouldn't it be easier to just have a bunch of measurements written on it?" Quin asked. "Yes." Said the man running the booth. She shrugged, stepped up, and recived her card. Mel, Ztar and CryingChild had already gone. They all examined their cards, which had a border of purple and reddish tubes, surrounding their height, and the name for their rank.
"I got 4' 9"!" CryingChild exclaimed
"5'0"" said Quin
Ztar sighed, ashamed, "I'm a gargatuan 5'1"..."
"4'6"" said Mel.
"Hey, there's something wrong with my card, it says I'm a Tallest!"
"Mine too!"
"Well of course," Said the man running the booth, in a "I-pity-your-inferior-level-of-obsessivenes" voice. "Haven't you heard? Red and Purple are around five feet tall."
"Ah." Ztar replied.
"Wait," Mel said, "This is based on height, isn't it?"
CryingChild fegined astonishment, "My god! She broke the code!"
-----Meanwhile-----
"Really? You too?" The Slayer asked incredulusly. She, Kat, and Bast had been talking with a girl dressed like Miss Bitters for the past few minutes. The Miss Bitters lookalike nodded.
"Nearly everyone here has." She said. They had been disscusing the appearence of IZ charcters in the REAL world.
Kat's eyes widened. "That's odd," she said, "'Cuz both CryingChild and Ztarlight have seen a Nny lookalike, and this one girl, InvaderZim29 has seen Zim, Dib AND Jhonen!"
She put her hands on her hips. "Okay, there's got to be a logical, reasonable eplanation, but let's forget about that and just say that Jhonen's characters are moving into the real world!" They all agreed that was the best strategy.
"Seriously though," The Slayer said after the giggling had died down, "It IS pretty wierd and... well, when they said that we would get to meet the CAST of IZ... do you think they might have... well... ment it?" No one seemed too supportive of that thoery, but any casual observer could tell from the looks on their faces that they were all thinking the same thing.
They left the Miss Bitters lookalike and began to wander around sort of aimlessly. Before long they came across a booth marked: "Red and Purple, Which One Measures Up?"
"..." Bast was rendered speachless. Kat and The Slayer rolled their eyes.
"Well, may as well make no other plans today!" The Slayer complained
"So who says we all have to stick together?" Kat reasoned, "We'll meet up with you later, 'k Bast?" Bast was unresposive. She gave off the impression that she might not notice if someone poked her in the eye with a very sharp pencil. "Okay then! See ya!" Kat and The Slayer walked off.
After standing stock-still for a while longer, Bast murmered "Mm-hmm..." and entered the curtained booth grinning. One half of it was covered in purple fabric, and the other was covered in red. Posters of the repective Tallests were hung every few feet. A lazer gun was on display on one end, and on the other was a maching pumping out fake smoke. Heated debates seemed to be taking place amoung the clusters of fangirls. Bast approached one cluster.
"Hey what's this all about?" she asked.
"Before I answer that," the girl she had approached said, "You've got to answer a question for *me*, do you like Red or Purple better?"
Bast blinked. "Wowies," she said "I never really thought of *choosing.* I don't think I can, really, I mean, they're both just so..." She pressed the back of her hand to her forhead and pretended to swoon. "Y'know?" she added.
"Well," the girl replied, "That's what this is all about, debating the finer points of each Tallest. I'm a Red fan!" she added quickly.
It was about then Bast noticed the pin on the girl's shirt. It was red, and had the letters AMT on it. As she looked around, she noticed a nearby bin filled with thousands of identical pins, and oppisite that, one filled with thousands of identical purple ones. Bast got an idea...
For the next half-hour or so, she put on a purple pin and chatted with the other Purple fans. Then, she switched to a Red one and talked with the other Red fans. She eventually left with one of each pin.
----Meanwhile...-----
"Ow! ...Hey, thanks!" Idgie said as a passerby slapped a bumper sticker on her arm. It featured a picture of Zim and Dib hugging, and the writing: ZADR- Can't We All Just Get Along? "It's uncanny how they always seem to know what you like," Dragon said, "It's actually pretty creepy, FUN!" Dragon was already covered with the sickers for SBC (Shoulda Been a Character, an SI organazation.) and SUGAR. (Stuffed Utaraptors Grow in Acidic Rabbits) "I know. Ow! ...Hey thanks!" Idgie said as yet another passerby covered the top of her back with a sticker covered in blue hearts that said simply, "Dibby!" It complimented the one already on her back, which was identical save the replacment of red hearts for blue, and the writing, which said "Zimmy!"
She grinned sheepishly, "I know, I know," she said, "I'm eighteen, Dib is eleven, it couldn't work out, but... he's so CUTE!"
KidK smiled "You think YOU have problems?" she said, "I'm eighteen, and Zim's older than any living human! And don't get me STARTED on why things wouldn't work out with Nny!" They all laughed.
"Hey! Lookit that!" Dragon said. The others turned to where she was pointing and saw a booth labled "Rubber Piggies of DOOM!"
"Wow, could it be MORE IZ?" Dragon asked, amazed.
"Only if they added 'Moosey Goo'" KidK replied
They approached the booth, only to be confronted with dissapointment.
"Fifty dollars for a rubber piggy??" Idgie cried, "Are you mad, woman? Huh? Are you?"
"These aren't ORDINARY" rubber piggies," the woman running the booth began.
"These are MAGICAL peanuts you ungratful bastard, now eat the GODDAMNED peanuts!" Dragon quoted. "Sorry, had to do that, you go ahead."
"These are the piggies that were actually used in 'Bad, Bad Rubber Piggy'" The booth woman finished. "They should actually sell for a lot more, but since there's so MANY of them..."
KidK raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Now wait just a minute here, how stupid do you think we are? Just because we're teenagers dosen't mean we're gulible enough to believe you got REAL rubber piggies from a CARTOON show!"
"However amazing the cartoon may be." Added Dragon
"Well that goes without saying." said Idgie.
"Then why'd you have to say it?"
"I didn't, you did!"
"Oh"
Meanwhile the boothrunner was snickering quietly "Oh yes, you caught me at my *snicker* scam," she said,
"What are you getting at?" asked Dragon, annoyed.
"Oh NOTHING, I'm just admitting that I couldn't get something from a CARTOON into the REAL WORLD" she doubled over in laughter. Idgie pointed a finger to the side of her head and spun it in a circle. Dragon and KidK nodded asent.
----Some hours of merrymaking later...----
"This is TOO cool" The Slayer said, her nose buried in a Crop Circle magazine, "We're reading what Dib reads! Any closer and we'd BE Dib!"
"Tsk! They are SO exaggerating!" Kat said, deeply engrossed in a Crazy Spooky, "He was only HALF ressurected, TOPS!"
It was at that precise moment that our heros learned the dangers of reading while walking.
"Owch!" They said in unison as they collided with Idgie, who, in turn, fell backwards into KidK, who collided with the approaching Ztar, who fell into Bast, and so on, and so on. Everyone was back, and everyone was lying on the ground in a pile of chaos and doom.
"I love it here." Dragon commented.
After a dinner of pizza and brainfreezys, more convention wandering, and hyper discussions with fellow fans they met in the hotel, the tired tensome trudged off to bed at the hour of 4 am. Kat used one of the many metal dealies on her belt to pick the lock of Dragon and Idgie's door, and everyone settled in their respective suites.
As Mel's head sunk into the soft downy pillow, her face was a mask of peace, glad to finally get some rest from the crazyness, Noodle quotes, and screaming people.
But inside, there was plenty more crazyness brewing...
----
You hear right folks, Mel is predictably gonna be hyp-mo-tized into becoming an IZ fan, but it's GOOD predictable, no? I finally finished this chapter of DOOM, Squiggles was present throught much of this writing, which means it was painful. I probably won't have that problem in the future though. The next few chapters are ones I'm really looking forward to writing, and this one was just basically to move the story along. It still might be a bit, as I'm hard at work on a fic in the Misc. Movies board called Edward Sporkfingers. (MARVEL at my shameless plug!) Skiya!
Oh! I almost forgot! To everyone appearing in this fic: Pick a number between 1 and 50, and put it in your review.
"'What's your rank on Irk?'" CryingChild read off the sign.
"Let's try this!" Quin cried.
"No way!" said Ztar, "I'll be the bottom rung of society."
"No," assured CryingChild, "That would be Mel."
"Hey!" Said Mel, angered despite the fact that she didn't get it.
"Actually, it's only because of your age," CryingChild told Mel, "When you get a little older, you'll tower over us all! Then we'll have to kill you. And won't that be nice?" Mel shook her head.
"C'mon Ztar," Quin said, "Zim's at the bottom rung of Irken society, and just look at him! And Invader Skooge is just above him, and HE'S had fics written about him despite his total lack of any lines!"
"Well... at least all four of us would be paraiahs." Ztar replied, and the four walked in.
Inside was a man dressed as the Conventia announcer, standing next to a board with all sorts of holes in it. As each person stood against the wall, he poked a metal insturment into the hole just above her head, some lights would flash, and a 3X5 index card would pop out of a slot near the top. "Wouldn't it be easier to just have a bunch of measurements written on it?" Quin asked. "Yes." Said the man running the booth. She shrugged, stepped up, and recived her card. Mel, Ztar and CryingChild had already gone. They all examined their cards, which had a border of purple and reddish tubes, surrounding their height, and the name for their rank.
"I got 4' 9"!" CryingChild exclaimed
"5'0"" said Quin
Ztar sighed, ashamed, "I'm a gargatuan 5'1"..."
"4'6"" said Mel.
"Hey, there's something wrong with my card, it says I'm a Tallest!"
"Mine too!"
"Well of course," Said the man running the booth, in a "I-pity-your-inferior-level-of-obsessivenes" voice. "Haven't you heard? Red and Purple are around five feet tall."
"Ah." Ztar replied.
"Wait," Mel said, "This is based on height, isn't it?"
CryingChild fegined astonishment, "My god! She broke the code!"
-----Meanwhile-----
"Really? You too?" The Slayer asked incredulusly. She, Kat, and Bast had been talking with a girl dressed like Miss Bitters for the past few minutes. The Miss Bitters lookalike nodded.
"Nearly everyone here has." She said. They had been disscusing the appearence of IZ charcters in the REAL world.
Kat's eyes widened. "That's odd," she said, "'Cuz both CryingChild and Ztarlight have seen a Nny lookalike, and this one girl, InvaderZim29 has seen Zim, Dib AND Jhonen!"
She put her hands on her hips. "Okay, there's got to be a logical, reasonable eplanation, but let's forget about that and just say that Jhonen's characters are moving into the real world!" They all agreed that was the best strategy.
"Seriously though," The Slayer said after the giggling had died down, "It IS pretty wierd and... well, when they said that we would get to meet the CAST of IZ... do you think they might have... well... ment it?" No one seemed too supportive of that thoery, but any casual observer could tell from the looks on their faces that they were all thinking the same thing.
They left the Miss Bitters lookalike and began to wander around sort of aimlessly. Before long they came across a booth marked: "Red and Purple, Which One Measures Up?"
"..." Bast was rendered speachless. Kat and The Slayer rolled their eyes.
"Well, may as well make no other plans today!" The Slayer complained
"So who says we all have to stick together?" Kat reasoned, "We'll meet up with you later, 'k Bast?" Bast was unresposive. She gave off the impression that she might not notice if someone poked her in the eye with a very sharp pencil. "Okay then! See ya!" Kat and The Slayer walked off.
After standing stock-still for a while longer, Bast murmered "Mm-hmm..." and entered the curtained booth grinning. One half of it was covered in purple fabric, and the other was covered in red. Posters of the repective Tallests were hung every few feet. A lazer gun was on display on one end, and on the other was a maching pumping out fake smoke. Heated debates seemed to be taking place amoung the clusters of fangirls. Bast approached one cluster.
"Hey what's this all about?" she asked.
"Before I answer that," the girl she had approached said, "You've got to answer a question for *me*, do you like Red or Purple better?"
Bast blinked. "Wowies," she said "I never really thought of *choosing.* I don't think I can, really, I mean, they're both just so..." She pressed the back of her hand to her forhead and pretended to swoon. "Y'know?" she added.
"Well," the girl replied, "That's what this is all about, debating the finer points of each Tallest. I'm a Red fan!" she added quickly.
It was about then Bast noticed the pin on the girl's shirt. It was red, and had the letters AMT on it. As she looked around, she noticed a nearby bin filled with thousands of identical pins, and oppisite that, one filled with thousands of identical purple ones. Bast got an idea...
For the next half-hour or so, she put on a purple pin and chatted with the other Purple fans. Then, she switched to a Red one and talked with the other Red fans. She eventually left with one of each pin.
----Meanwhile...-----
"Ow! ...Hey, thanks!" Idgie said as a passerby slapped a bumper sticker on her arm. It featured a picture of Zim and Dib hugging, and the writing: ZADR- Can't We All Just Get Along? "It's uncanny how they always seem to know what you like," Dragon said, "It's actually pretty creepy, FUN!" Dragon was already covered with the sickers for SBC (Shoulda Been a Character, an SI organazation.) and SUGAR. (Stuffed Utaraptors Grow in Acidic Rabbits) "I know. Ow! ...Hey thanks!" Idgie said as yet another passerby covered the top of her back with a sticker covered in blue hearts that said simply, "Dibby!" It complimented the one already on her back, which was identical save the replacment of red hearts for blue, and the writing, which said "Zimmy!"
She grinned sheepishly, "I know, I know," she said, "I'm eighteen, Dib is eleven, it couldn't work out, but... he's so CUTE!"
KidK smiled "You think YOU have problems?" she said, "I'm eighteen, and Zim's older than any living human! And don't get me STARTED on why things wouldn't work out with Nny!" They all laughed.
"Hey! Lookit that!" Dragon said. The others turned to where she was pointing and saw a booth labled "Rubber Piggies of DOOM!"
"Wow, could it be MORE IZ?" Dragon asked, amazed.
"Only if they added 'Moosey Goo'" KidK replied
They approached the booth, only to be confronted with dissapointment.
"Fifty dollars for a rubber piggy??" Idgie cried, "Are you mad, woman? Huh? Are you?"
"These aren't ORDINARY" rubber piggies," the woman running the booth began.
"These are MAGICAL peanuts you ungratful bastard, now eat the GODDAMNED peanuts!" Dragon quoted. "Sorry, had to do that, you go ahead."
"These are the piggies that were actually used in 'Bad, Bad Rubber Piggy'" The booth woman finished. "They should actually sell for a lot more, but since there's so MANY of them..."
KidK raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Now wait just a minute here, how stupid do you think we are? Just because we're teenagers dosen't mean we're gulible enough to believe you got REAL rubber piggies from a CARTOON show!"
"However amazing the cartoon may be." Added Dragon
"Well that goes without saying." said Idgie.
"Then why'd you have to say it?"
"I didn't, you did!"
"Oh"
Meanwhile the boothrunner was snickering quietly "Oh yes, you caught me at my *snicker* scam," she said,
"What are you getting at?" asked Dragon, annoyed.
"Oh NOTHING, I'm just admitting that I couldn't get something from a CARTOON into the REAL WORLD" she doubled over in laughter. Idgie pointed a finger to the side of her head and spun it in a circle. Dragon and KidK nodded asent.
----Some hours of merrymaking later...----
"This is TOO cool" The Slayer said, her nose buried in a Crop Circle magazine, "We're reading what Dib reads! Any closer and we'd BE Dib!"
"Tsk! They are SO exaggerating!" Kat said, deeply engrossed in a Crazy Spooky, "He was only HALF ressurected, TOPS!"
It was at that precise moment that our heros learned the dangers of reading while walking.
"Owch!" They said in unison as they collided with Idgie, who, in turn, fell backwards into KidK, who collided with the approaching Ztar, who fell into Bast, and so on, and so on. Everyone was back, and everyone was lying on the ground in a pile of chaos and doom.
"I love it here." Dragon commented.
After a dinner of pizza and brainfreezys, more convention wandering, and hyper discussions with fellow fans they met in the hotel, the tired tensome trudged off to bed at the hour of 4 am. Kat used one of the many metal dealies on her belt to pick the lock of Dragon and Idgie's door, and everyone settled in their respective suites.
As Mel's head sunk into the soft downy pillow, her face was a mask of peace, glad to finally get some rest from the crazyness, Noodle quotes, and screaming people.
But inside, there was plenty more crazyness brewing...
----
You hear right folks, Mel is predictably gonna be hyp-mo-tized into becoming an IZ fan, but it's GOOD predictable, no? I finally finished this chapter of DOOM, Squiggles was present throught much of this writing, which means it was painful. I probably won't have that problem in the future though. The next few chapters are ones I'm really looking forward to writing, and this one was just basically to move the story along. It still might be a bit, as I'm hard at work on a fic in the Misc. Movies board called Edward Sporkfingers. (MARVEL at my shameless plug!) Skiya!
Oh! I almost forgot! To everyone appearing in this fic: Pick a number between 1 and 50, and put it in your review.