Okay, this one's a little short. Basically, just looks at two of the convention workers, to add atmosphere. More forshadowy goodness, probably confusingness too:c) Own nada, save convention workers.
Next chapter will have that thing I had everyone pick a number for. If you wanna see a pic of these two, done cartoon doll style, go here: http://www.angelfire.com/comics/meobsessed/zzzconventiondoll.jpg
Yes, I'm aware of how stupid the hat looks:c)
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As the fan-filled festivities flourished, two young girls leaned against a wall, peoplewatching. They were both aged about sixteen, both worked at the convention, and both were on break now, doing what they did most every break: Observing the havoc.
Many fans attending the convention were dressed like characters, but few could compare to any convention worker. One of *these* two was attired in a red, striped shirt that looked practically like a dress, with a pink turtleneck under it, giving the impression she was dressed in an Irken uniform. But the illusion didn't stop there, it continued with two purple pigtails the same shade as Devi's, and a tear tattoo under her eye. Add to this a long black trenchcoat, and a skull pendant around her neck, and she was truly a mishmash of fandom.
The other one's attire was even more bizarre. Her spiked hair was topped with a black and white skull-decorated Doughboy hat. The Happy Noodle Boy face on her shirt, (replacing the normal bored face on Dib's,) was slightly marred by the zipper that covered part of it. Her boots were quite Nny-reminiscent, and her pants had the word 'doom' printed at the top. They were both deep in conversation, of sorts.
"Zim Fan." Muttered one lightly, pointing at a passerby.
The other nodded. "Gaz Fan." she replied, pointing to someone in the distance.
"Dib Fan." Continued the first, pointing nearby.
"Dib Fan? No way, look at her drool over that Voot Runner/Cruiser, she's *clearly* a Zim fan."
"She's drooling over the electronic aspects of it. Trust me."
"You're off your nut."
"You're off *your* nut."
"Y-" The second convention worker was cut off by the high-pitched giggle of the aformentioned Dib (or Zim) Fan. "GIR fan." they said in unison.
"So," the first one began, "You looking forward to meeting Jho'?"
"Are you looking forward to dying?"
"Does that mean no?"
"No, that means the answer is so obvious there's no point in asking the question."
"I'm sure my questions don't have points, because eveyone says I'm blunt"
"What is this, a Marx Brothers routine?"
"Sorry. Dib fan." the first one pointed.
"Where?"
"That one."
"What makes you say that? Looks like a Gaz fan to me."
"Nuh-uh, look at the way he treats his trenchcoat."
"Pssht, that means nothing, everyone loves Dib's coat." the second one's eyes glazed over suddenly. "Worship the coat." She said flatly.
"Worship the coat." the other said, equally possessed. Both then returned to normal. "Do you think... you know ...will be there? At the end of the week, I mean?" the first one asked.
"Of course! He's the star."
"No, no, with him, there'd be no problem... I'm talking about... you know...."
"Oh... with the potential casualties and all."
"Yeah."
"Well, probably, I mean, it wouldn't be complete without him."
"I suppose so. Ooooh, Keef fan!" The first pointed to a guy standing over by the character statues.
"Oh yeah. You can spot *those* a mile away. But he has a crush on Gaz."
"Howzat?"
"He's been staring at that statue for the last twenty minutes."
"He could just be admiring the paint job"
"How daft are you?"
The first one turned and looked shocked. "I do say madam, I am offended!"
"Your British accent stinks too."
"Oh, real nice."
"Hey, you knew I was honest when you married me."
"Married you?"
"Figure of speech."
"Speech has a figure? I'd have though it'd be non-corpreal."
"Not anymore, now it's a non-admiral."
"Maybe that's why it has such an admirable figure."
"Okay, now you're *trying* to make our conversation a Marx Brothers routine."
"You're right, and you can't stop me."
The second one sighed and pointed. "Look! Something shiny!"
The first one squealed and raced after the nonexistent shiny thing. The second one smiled and shook her head.
Next chapter will have that thing I had everyone pick a number for. If you wanna see a pic of these two, done cartoon doll style, go here: http://www.angelfire.com/comics/meobsessed/zzzconventiondoll.jpg
Yes, I'm aware of how stupid the hat looks:c)
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As the fan-filled festivities flourished, two young girls leaned against a wall, peoplewatching. They were both aged about sixteen, both worked at the convention, and both were on break now, doing what they did most every break: Observing the havoc.
Many fans attending the convention were dressed like characters, but few could compare to any convention worker. One of *these* two was attired in a red, striped shirt that looked practically like a dress, with a pink turtleneck under it, giving the impression she was dressed in an Irken uniform. But the illusion didn't stop there, it continued with two purple pigtails the same shade as Devi's, and a tear tattoo under her eye. Add to this a long black trenchcoat, and a skull pendant around her neck, and she was truly a mishmash of fandom.
The other one's attire was even more bizarre. Her spiked hair was topped with a black and white skull-decorated Doughboy hat. The Happy Noodle Boy face on her shirt, (replacing the normal bored face on Dib's,) was slightly marred by the zipper that covered part of it. Her boots were quite Nny-reminiscent, and her pants had the word 'doom' printed at the top. They were both deep in conversation, of sorts.
"Zim Fan." Muttered one lightly, pointing at a passerby.
The other nodded. "Gaz Fan." she replied, pointing to someone in the distance.
"Dib Fan." Continued the first, pointing nearby.
"Dib Fan? No way, look at her drool over that Voot Runner/Cruiser, she's *clearly* a Zim fan."
"She's drooling over the electronic aspects of it. Trust me."
"You're off your nut."
"You're off *your* nut."
"Y-" The second convention worker was cut off by the high-pitched giggle of the aformentioned Dib (or Zim) Fan. "GIR fan." they said in unison.
"So," the first one began, "You looking forward to meeting Jho'?"
"Are you looking forward to dying?"
"Does that mean no?"
"No, that means the answer is so obvious there's no point in asking the question."
"I'm sure my questions don't have points, because eveyone says I'm blunt"
"What is this, a Marx Brothers routine?"
"Sorry. Dib fan." the first one pointed.
"Where?"
"That one."
"What makes you say that? Looks like a Gaz fan to me."
"Nuh-uh, look at the way he treats his trenchcoat."
"Pssht, that means nothing, everyone loves Dib's coat." the second one's eyes glazed over suddenly. "Worship the coat." She said flatly.
"Worship the coat." the other said, equally possessed. Both then returned to normal. "Do you think... you know ...will be there? At the end of the week, I mean?" the first one asked.
"Of course! He's the star."
"No, no, with him, there'd be no problem... I'm talking about... you know...."
"Oh... with the potential casualties and all."
"Yeah."
"Well, probably, I mean, it wouldn't be complete without him."
"I suppose so. Ooooh, Keef fan!" The first pointed to a guy standing over by the character statues.
"Oh yeah. You can spot *those* a mile away. But he has a crush on Gaz."
"Howzat?"
"He's been staring at that statue for the last twenty minutes."
"He could just be admiring the paint job"
"How daft are you?"
The first one turned and looked shocked. "I do say madam, I am offended!"
"Your British accent stinks too."
"Oh, real nice."
"Hey, you knew I was honest when you married me."
"Married you?"
"Figure of speech."
"Speech has a figure? I'd have though it'd be non-corpreal."
"Not anymore, now it's a non-admiral."
"Maybe that's why it has such an admirable figure."
"Okay, now you're *trying* to make our conversation a Marx Brothers routine."
"You're right, and you can't stop me."
The second one sighed and pointed. "Look! Something shiny!"
The first one squealed and raced after the nonexistent shiny thing. The second one smiled and shook her head.