Chapter 3:
I took my seat surrounded by various people of various ages from various fandoms as class began.
Woe that I was a telekinetic!
Then you wouldn't have to get off your lazy ass?
Shut-up yourself.
Hey, maybe you are telekinetic after all.
You mean because apparently we're the love-child of Jean and Magneto? Great.
"This is too weird!" I exclaimed as Ms. Kwan began a lecture in French.
"You mean because Ms. Kwan is teaching an English class in French?" Buffy asked.
"That, and I range in age from 12-20, and I have at least two sets of parents, and I'm in 6 fandoms at once. I suppose it could be worse. My mini-fantasy-fics and fantasies of reality could show up," I sighed.
Oh God. That WOULD be worse.
Way worse.
The Actor/Jake/Bobby, the many incarnations of Eric, assorted other characters and real people.
Ephrim from Everwood, Det. John Clark from NYPD Blue, Dr. Carter from ER, Connor from Angel.... Did I miss any?
Probably lots.
Uh-oh! Now that I've thought of them does that mean they're gonna have cameos?
Dunno. Shall we read on?
Uh, yes.
"Whatever Kels. You're acting weird. Now ssh!" Buffy informed me.
24/Seven-ville's Anya poked her head into the classroom.
"Ms. Kwan? Make I speak to Kelsey for a moment?" she requested.
"No, no, no," I whispered.
"Yes of course Anya. A fine upstanding student like yourself can get away with murder," Ms. Kwan smiled blandly.
To my shock, at that moment Detectives Clark and Sipowitz popped out of the floor.
Guess that answers the cameo question.
Yep. I can't wait for Actor and Bobby and Jake to meet.
Oh yeah! Yummy!
Can we get back to TGPF now?
As soon as you tell me what TGPF means.
The Great Portable Fanfic.
I like saying The Great Portable Fanfic better. It sounds more...
Shamelessly self-promoting?
Yes, that's it exactly!
"Anya, um, no-last-name you are under arrest for the murder of Miles' airtime. You have the right to remain silent or I'll rough you up," Sipowitz warned.
"Oooh, ooh" I raised my hand and waved it, "Detective Clark will you 'rough me up'?" I asked eagerly. He winked at me.
"Bye Anya!" I waved as she was cuffed and disappeared back through the floor with Sipowitz and Clark. "I'm really starting to like this whole 'Screwy Universe' thing."
"Kels? You okay? You aren't making sense. Did Yeerks get you?" Tobias asked.
"If they did, would I say 'yes'? No. But no, Yeerks did not get me, and I know I'm not making sense. To anyone else anyway," I explained to Tobias.
"So who are you making sense to?"
"Me, myself and I."
Hey I, you got a mention in this fic!
Cool! Wait, so did you!
Really? Neat! I'm famous! 'I'd like to thank the Acadamy-'
Shut-up and let me read.
Sheesh. You're cranky for someone newly famous.
No. I just wanna read.
Fine. 'Now back to The Great Portable Fanfic.'
I took my seat surrounded by various people of various ages from various fandoms as class began.
Woe that I was a telekinetic!
Then you wouldn't have to get off your lazy ass?
Shut-up yourself.
Hey, maybe you are telekinetic after all.
You mean because apparently we're the love-child of Jean and Magneto? Great.
"This is too weird!" I exclaimed as Ms. Kwan began a lecture in French.
"You mean because Ms. Kwan is teaching an English class in French?" Buffy asked.
"That, and I range in age from 12-20, and I have at least two sets of parents, and I'm in 6 fandoms at once. I suppose it could be worse. My mini-fantasy-fics and fantasies of reality could show up," I sighed.
Oh God. That WOULD be worse.
Way worse.
The Actor/Jake/Bobby, the many incarnations of Eric, assorted other characters and real people.
Ephrim from Everwood, Det. John Clark from NYPD Blue, Dr. Carter from ER, Connor from Angel.... Did I miss any?
Probably lots.
Uh-oh! Now that I've thought of them does that mean they're gonna have cameos?
Dunno. Shall we read on?
Uh, yes.
"Whatever Kels. You're acting weird. Now ssh!" Buffy informed me.
24/Seven-ville's Anya poked her head into the classroom.
"Ms. Kwan? Make I speak to Kelsey for a moment?" she requested.
"No, no, no," I whispered.
"Yes of course Anya. A fine upstanding student like yourself can get away with murder," Ms. Kwan smiled blandly.
To my shock, at that moment Detectives Clark and Sipowitz popped out of the floor.
Guess that answers the cameo question.
Yep. I can't wait for Actor and Bobby and Jake to meet.
Oh yeah! Yummy!
Can we get back to TGPF now?
As soon as you tell me what TGPF means.
The Great Portable Fanfic.
I like saying The Great Portable Fanfic better. It sounds more...
Shamelessly self-promoting?
Yes, that's it exactly!
"Anya, um, no-last-name you are under arrest for the murder of Miles' airtime. You have the right to remain silent or I'll rough you up," Sipowitz warned.
"Oooh, ooh" I raised my hand and waved it, "Detective Clark will you 'rough me up'?" I asked eagerly. He winked at me.
"Bye Anya!" I waved as she was cuffed and disappeared back through the floor with Sipowitz and Clark. "I'm really starting to like this whole 'Screwy Universe' thing."
"Kels? You okay? You aren't making sense. Did Yeerks get you?" Tobias asked.
"If they did, would I say 'yes'? No. But no, Yeerks did not get me, and I know I'm not making sense. To anyone else anyway," I explained to Tobias.
"So who are you making sense to?"
"Me, myself and I."
Hey I, you got a mention in this fic!
Cool! Wait, so did you!
Really? Neat! I'm famous! 'I'd like to thank the Acadamy-'
Shut-up and let me read.
Sheesh. You're cranky for someone newly famous.
No. I just wanna read.
Fine. 'Now back to The Great Portable Fanfic.'