~*~ When Fans Go Bad!: The Les Mis Version ~*~
(Or: A Game for Bored Young Girls to Play)
~*~ By Andikins and Morikins~*~
A/N: Bah, not much confusing stuff here either. *pouts* The "nearly had a facial expression" is something that Legolas (LOTR) says, in a really hilarious TTT parody. To be exact, "I almost had a facial expression from the joy of it!" and "No! This is unbearable! I almost had ANOTHER facial expression!" Also, the "last crew" comment refers to the fact that none of our chars in previous fics seem to respect the fact that Mori and myself are almighty authors...*pout*. And I don't dislike Gavroche...in fact, I'm rather fond of the little bugger (don't tell him I said that). But, like my sister, cute and funny things get old fast, and several hours of "Little People" grinds on your nerves...*g* And yes, this chapter is quite long...Ah well, LOL. Enjoy!
Another note - much thanks to all who have reviewed ^-^ I appreciate it muchly, and so does Mori! *huggleglompgivemilkshake to all reviewers*
~Guess who~
V. Chapter Three, or: The Almighty Authors!
The Amis tried to swim. Of course, this being a weird parallel universe, they failed. Water simply slipped through their hands. So they stopped trying to fight the pull of gravity, and held their breaths as long as they could. Finally, panicking, Joly took a deep breath. He prepared to feel water in his lungs, and slowly drown, but it never came. They could breathe!
The ocean...or lake...or whatever it was they were in, seemed to be bottomless. They fell for hours, not running into a single fish or seaweed. In some ways, that could be good, but definitely monotonous.
"By the time we reach dry land, my skin will be utterly ruined," moaned Joly.
"IF we reach dry land," added Grantaire, muttering darkly to himself. "Ah, what I would give for a nice bottle of alcohol now..."
The rest of the 'sinking' proceeded in complete silence. Enjolras and Combeferre had even attempted to start a game of War, but before long, the cards were too soggy and faded for use. Finally, there was a rushing noise, and the Amis looked down to see a large...drain? Something that looked like it, anyway. They were flung out of the water and onto some overgrown grass. It seemed altogether dry there, with no sign of the water they had previously been floundering in. There was a great deal of grumbling and wringing-out of clothes, before the Amis realised that there were two other people in their presence, eyeing the sky in a surprised fashion.
*That's* what was supposed to happen? one of them asked skeptically, to which the other answered with a bemused nod. It took the Amis a moment before they realised that the two people hadn't noticed their presence yet.
Sure enough, when the brown-haired of the two glanced back down, she nearly (had a facial expression!) fainted, so startled was she. And I was beginning to think it hadn't worked! She caught site of the blonde revolutionary leader, and squealed. Enjieeeeee!
~
Enjolras sat down and buried his head in his hands, groaning to himself. "I do *not* want to hear about this part."
Mori gave him an annoyed look. Okay, then leave. I am *not* going to leave anything out. Enjolras didn't move, and Mori gave a satisfied smile, turning back to the scroll. As I was saying...
~
The girl pounced on Enjolras and proceeded to squeeze the living daylights out of him, ignoring the fact that he was dripping wet. The other girl, slightly more reserved, waved and greeted them as if fictional characters falling out of the sky was an everyday ocurrance. Heya, Enjolras, Joly, Grantaire.
~
"Wait, wait. What happened to Jehan, Combeferre, Feuilly, Lesgle, and I?" Courfeyrac frowned.
Don't you remember? Mori was greeted with a blank stare from aforementioned people, and she sighed. Just wait.
"See, I was right," Enjolras protested. "She's killing off random Amis as she sees fit!"
*sweatdrop* I'm telling the story here, now be quiet and listen!
~
The three men looked up, alarmed, and took in their surroundings. It was a small cottage, with a crooked tree standing to the side, and they were standing at the top of a hill. It was a pleasant day, very quiet...too quiet.
Indeed, the rest of the Amis were nowhere to be seen. Enjolras turned to the two girls, fuming. "Alright, what have you done to them?!"
What? The brunette asked, genuinely confused. I didn't do anything!
"Who are you, anyway, and why are we here?" Grantaire put in.
The brunette blinked, her green eyes wide in surprise. Dude. Mori. She tugged on the other girl's arm. Mori. Look. It's Grantaire!
The black-haired girl rolled her eyes. No, really? I hadn't noticed the stench of alcohol that surrounds him.
The brunette blinked again, then sniffed the air. She then wrinkled her nose in disgust. Eeeeewww.
Suddenly, a loud CRASH was heard, as Jehan and Combeferre proceeded to fall out of the sky, and on top of the black-haired girl. OW!!!!!!! She began cursing angrily as she shoved the revolutionaries off of her.
"Enjolras!!! Grantaire!!! Joly!!! I WAS SO WORRIED!!!!" sobbed Jehan, hugging each Ami tightly as he named them. Joly looked worried about germs, Grantaire looked oblivious, and Enjolras looked annoyed.
Andi... demanded the black-haired girl, her dark eyes flashing light blue. Have you an explanation for this?
Me?!? YOU were the one who TOLD me about this!!! She gestured at the bemused Amis around her. I was oblivious!!!
Quite obviously.
The brunette pouted and proceeded to sit next to Combeferre, sulking. The revolutionary patted her shoulder sympathetically.
"What have you done with the others?" Enjolras demanded again. "And who are you, and where are we?"
"And does this look infected to you?"
"Shut UP, Joly!!!!"
Ahem. All eyes turned to look at the black-haired girl, who looked a bit uneasy. As much as I'd love to stay and chat...
Whoa, whoa, whoa. The brunette was on her feet, a look of annoyance and shock on her face. Hold on a sec. You are NOT leaving me alone here.
The black-haired girl grinned nervously. Well, SOMEONE'S got to find Lesgle, Courfeyrac, Feuilly, and Bahorel, don't they?
I thought you incapacitated Bahorel!!!
"You did WHAT to Bahorel???" demanded Enjolras, now extremely uneasy.
Er...nevermindthat. I...er...thinkI'llbeoffnow.
You are NOT leaving me alone with these lunatics!!! The brunette was looking desperate.
You've got Enjie! pointed out the black-haired girl hopefully.
Oh, right!!! The brunette happily pounced on the blonde revolutionary, hugging him so hard he lost consciousness.
Anyway...I'll be going now. The girl muttered something under her breath, then waved cheerfully at the (conscious) Amis. Cheerio! And she disappeared.
Joly, Combeferre, and Jehan blinked. Enjolras was unconscious while being glomped by the green-eyed brunette, and Grantaire had proceeded to find some alcohol, get drunk, and pass out again.
Jehan nervously approached the brunette and tapped her shoulder hesitantly. "Errr...miss? Could you please tell us who you are and what exactly is going on?" He turned red at having said so much.
The girl stopped hugging Enjolras, sweatdropped, and laughed. Oh! So sorry! She waved her hand, and two fluffy sofas popped up. Joly, Combeferre, and Jehan took a seat on one, and the girl dragged Enjolras onto the other one, plopping down next to him. Alright. She tossed her braid over her shoulder and said importantly, My name is Andi. I am the First Author.
"GASP!" gasped the three conscious Amis. "AN AUTHOR!!!"
Pleased at the reception she was getting, Andi grinned. Yep. The other, not-so-bubblegummy gal that just left was Mori. The Second Author.
"GASP!" gasped the Amis again. "ANOTHER AUTHOR!!!"
Wow, y'all are sure better to work with than our last crew!
~
"Speaking of Andi...what DID happen to her?" inquired Combeferre.
Mori shrugged. Knowing Enjie, he probably locked her in some glass room and made her listen to Gavvie sing "Little People" numerous times over.
~*~*~
This was, in fact, exactly what Enjolras had done.
"And li'l people know, when li'l people fight, we may look easy pickin's, but we got some bite!"
Aaaaaargh!!!! Andi pounded the walls of her glass room in desperation, trying to get out. Gavvie, stop that!!! I beg of thee!
Gavroche only stuck his tongue out at Andi, and proceeded to continue skipping around the room, singing Little People in his odd accent.
Nooooo... moaned Andi, trying desperately to block the sound.
~*~*~
Mori paused, then shook her head. Nah, Enjie wouldn't be that cruel...
(Or: A Game for Bored Young Girls to Play)
~*~ By Andikins and Morikins~*~
A/N: Bah, not much confusing stuff here either. *pouts* The "nearly had a facial expression" is something that Legolas (LOTR) says, in a really hilarious TTT parody. To be exact, "I almost had a facial expression from the joy of it!" and "No! This is unbearable! I almost had ANOTHER facial expression!" Also, the "last crew" comment refers to the fact that none of our chars in previous fics seem to respect the fact that Mori and myself are almighty authors...*pout*. And I don't dislike Gavroche...in fact, I'm rather fond of the little bugger (don't tell him I said that). But, like my sister, cute and funny things get old fast, and several hours of "Little People" grinds on your nerves...*g* And yes, this chapter is quite long...Ah well, LOL. Enjoy!
Another note - much thanks to all who have reviewed ^-^ I appreciate it muchly, and so does Mori! *huggleglompgivemilkshake to all reviewers*
~Guess who~
V. Chapter Three, or: The Almighty Authors!
The Amis tried to swim. Of course, this being a weird parallel universe, they failed. Water simply slipped through their hands. So they stopped trying to fight the pull of gravity, and held their breaths as long as they could. Finally, panicking, Joly took a deep breath. He prepared to feel water in his lungs, and slowly drown, but it never came. They could breathe!
The ocean...or lake...or whatever it was they were in, seemed to be bottomless. They fell for hours, not running into a single fish or seaweed. In some ways, that could be good, but definitely monotonous.
"By the time we reach dry land, my skin will be utterly ruined," moaned Joly.
"IF we reach dry land," added Grantaire, muttering darkly to himself. "Ah, what I would give for a nice bottle of alcohol now..."
The rest of the 'sinking' proceeded in complete silence. Enjolras and Combeferre had even attempted to start a game of War, but before long, the cards were too soggy and faded for use. Finally, there was a rushing noise, and the Amis looked down to see a large...drain? Something that looked like it, anyway. They were flung out of the water and onto some overgrown grass. It seemed altogether dry there, with no sign of the water they had previously been floundering in. There was a great deal of grumbling and wringing-out of clothes, before the Amis realised that there were two other people in their presence, eyeing the sky in a surprised fashion.
*That's* what was supposed to happen? one of them asked skeptically, to which the other answered with a bemused nod. It took the Amis a moment before they realised that the two people hadn't noticed their presence yet.
Sure enough, when the brown-haired of the two glanced back down, she nearly (had a facial expression!) fainted, so startled was she. And I was beginning to think it hadn't worked! She caught site of the blonde revolutionary leader, and squealed. Enjieeeeee!
~
Enjolras sat down and buried his head in his hands, groaning to himself. "I do *not* want to hear about this part."
Mori gave him an annoyed look. Okay, then leave. I am *not* going to leave anything out. Enjolras didn't move, and Mori gave a satisfied smile, turning back to the scroll. As I was saying...
~
The girl pounced on Enjolras and proceeded to squeeze the living daylights out of him, ignoring the fact that he was dripping wet. The other girl, slightly more reserved, waved and greeted them as if fictional characters falling out of the sky was an everyday ocurrance. Heya, Enjolras, Joly, Grantaire.
~
"Wait, wait. What happened to Jehan, Combeferre, Feuilly, Lesgle, and I?" Courfeyrac frowned.
Don't you remember? Mori was greeted with a blank stare from aforementioned people, and she sighed. Just wait.
"See, I was right," Enjolras protested. "She's killing off random Amis as she sees fit!"
*sweatdrop* I'm telling the story here, now be quiet and listen!
~
The three men looked up, alarmed, and took in their surroundings. It was a small cottage, with a crooked tree standing to the side, and they were standing at the top of a hill. It was a pleasant day, very quiet...too quiet.
Indeed, the rest of the Amis were nowhere to be seen. Enjolras turned to the two girls, fuming. "Alright, what have you done to them?!"
What? The brunette asked, genuinely confused. I didn't do anything!
"Who are you, anyway, and why are we here?" Grantaire put in.
The brunette blinked, her green eyes wide in surprise. Dude. Mori. She tugged on the other girl's arm. Mori. Look. It's Grantaire!
The black-haired girl rolled her eyes. No, really? I hadn't noticed the stench of alcohol that surrounds him.
The brunette blinked again, then sniffed the air. She then wrinkled her nose in disgust. Eeeeewww.
Suddenly, a loud CRASH was heard, as Jehan and Combeferre proceeded to fall out of the sky, and on top of the black-haired girl. OW!!!!!!! She began cursing angrily as she shoved the revolutionaries off of her.
"Enjolras!!! Grantaire!!! Joly!!! I WAS SO WORRIED!!!!" sobbed Jehan, hugging each Ami tightly as he named them. Joly looked worried about germs, Grantaire looked oblivious, and Enjolras looked annoyed.
Andi... demanded the black-haired girl, her dark eyes flashing light blue. Have you an explanation for this?
Me?!? YOU were the one who TOLD me about this!!! She gestured at the bemused Amis around her. I was oblivious!!!
Quite obviously.
The brunette pouted and proceeded to sit next to Combeferre, sulking. The revolutionary patted her shoulder sympathetically.
"What have you done with the others?" Enjolras demanded again. "And who are you, and where are we?"
"And does this look infected to you?"
"Shut UP, Joly!!!!"
Ahem. All eyes turned to look at the black-haired girl, who looked a bit uneasy. As much as I'd love to stay and chat...
Whoa, whoa, whoa. The brunette was on her feet, a look of annoyance and shock on her face. Hold on a sec. You are NOT leaving me alone here.
The black-haired girl grinned nervously. Well, SOMEONE'S got to find Lesgle, Courfeyrac, Feuilly, and Bahorel, don't they?
I thought you incapacitated Bahorel!!!
"You did WHAT to Bahorel???" demanded Enjolras, now extremely uneasy.
Er...nevermindthat. I...er...thinkI'llbeoffnow.
You are NOT leaving me alone with these lunatics!!! The brunette was looking desperate.
You've got Enjie! pointed out the black-haired girl hopefully.
Oh, right!!! The brunette happily pounced on the blonde revolutionary, hugging him so hard he lost consciousness.
Anyway...I'll be going now. The girl muttered something under her breath, then waved cheerfully at the (conscious) Amis. Cheerio! And she disappeared.
Joly, Combeferre, and Jehan blinked. Enjolras was unconscious while being glomped by the green-eyed brunette, and Grantaire had proceeded to find some alcohol, get drunk, and pass out again.
Jehan nervously approached the brunette and tapped her shoulder hesitantly. "Errr...miss? Could you please tell us who you are and what exactly is going on?" He turned red at having said so much.
The girl stopped hugging Enjolras, sweatdropped, and laughed. Oh! So sorry! She waved her hand, and two fluffy sofas popped up. Joly, Combeferre, and Jehan took a seat on one, and the girl dragged Enjolras onto the other one, plopping down next to him. Alright. She tossed her braid over her shoulder and said importantly, My name is Andi. I am the First Author.
"GASP!" gasped the three conscious Amis. "AN AUTHOR!!!"
Pleased at the reception she was getting, Andi grinned. Yep. The other, not-so-bubblegummy gal that just left was Mori. The Second Author.
"GASP!" gasped the Amis again. "ANOTHER AUTHOR!!!"
Wow, y'all are sure better to work with than our last crew!
~
"Speaking of Andi...what DID happen to her?" inquired Combeferre.
Mori shrugged. Knowing Enjie, he probably locked her in some glass room and made her listen to Gavvie sing "Little People" numerous times over.
~*~*~
This was, in fact, exactly what Enjolras had done.
"And li'l people know, when li'l people fight, we may look easy pickin's, but we got some bite!"
Aaaaaargh!!!! Andi pounded the walls of her glass room in desperation, trying to get out. Gavvie, stop that!!! I beg of thee!
Gavroche only stuck his tongue out at Andi, and proceeded to continue skipping around the room, singing Little People in his odd accent.
Nooooo... moaned Andi, trying desperately to block the sound.
~*~*~
Mori paused, then shook her head. Nah, Enjie wouldn't be that cruel...