Room 307, Monday Afternoon
Nov. 7th, 2011 12:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It wasn't like Topher was writing fanfiction about one of his best friends or anything.
At all. Because that would be wrong.
It was just that, well, said best friend (shut up, he totally was his best friend) happened to be a superhero. A superhero with, as it turned out, an exceptionally devoted online fanbase. Who had… ideas. And something called a kinkmeme.
And some of them were just stupid. Like the one about the tentacles. Or the one with the… what was it called? Sailor fuku? Please. Tony would never wear something like that. He'd even said so. These people clearly didn't know him at all.
So, naturally, he had to retaliate. Retaliate in the form of a novel-length RPS story of his own, in which a high-school-aged Iron Man fell for a science-minded classmate named Chris Strink.
Take that, apepperpot.
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hoorayimrich. open to artificial intelligence thingies, comments on his masterpiece, visitors, IMs, whatever you want.]]
At all. Because that would be wrong.
It was just that, well, said best friend (shut up, he totally was his best friend) happened to be a superhero. A superhero with, as it turned out, an exceptionally devoted online fanbase. Who had… ideas. And something called a kinkmeme.
And some of them were just stupid. Like the one about the tentacles. Or the one with the… what was it called? Sailor fuku? Please. Tony would never wear something like that. He'd even said so. These people clearly didn't know him at all.
So, naturally, he had to retaliate. Retaliate in the form of a novel-length RPS story of his own, in which a high-school-aged Iron Man fell for a science-minded classmate named Chris Strink.
Take that, apepperpot.
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Date: 2011-11-07 06:17 pm (UTC)She noticed Topher's internet activity after only a microsecond, and followed it for a little while. She grokked the pattern pretty well after that, especially considering what she'd gotten out of Ender about this particular guy.
And so it was that, completely out of the blue, one of Topher's YouTube tabs discretely flicked to another page without alerting its owner of the fact, and suddenly a song was thundering through the loudspeakers.
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Date: 2011-11-07 06:29 pm (UTC)Slowly, slooooowly, Topher leaned forward and peered out the open door, filled with dread for the possibility that this song might be coming from a certain room across the hall. When he realized that it was actually coming from his own computer instead, he was actually relieved.
And then aghast that someone had managed to redirect his computer. His computer!
Immediately he was tapping away, minimizing his masterpiece (and turning off the song, thank you very much) as he tried to trace where whoever it was was coming from.
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Date: 2011-11-07 06:34 pm (UTC)Like 'can't we go a little more OVER THE TOP?'.
Or 'But what is this character's motivation for taking his shirt off??'.
And 'Do we really need three full pages of technology porn?'.
Finishing off with, 'You know self-inserts are tacky, right.'
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Date: 2011-11-07 06:46 pm (UTC)After twenty minutes of futilely searching, punctuated by occasional swearing and kicking things at walls, Topher had no choice but to sulk and abandon his mission.
Until a comment popped up on his story complimenting the Othello allusions, and, aghast that someone had had the nerve to alter his masterpiece, he was right back to searching and kicking things at the wall again.
Finally he thought he might've found the port the intruder was coming from, and fired off an eloquent IRC message.
WHO ARE YOU!?!/??!?1
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Date: 2011-11-07 06:52 pm (UTC)Guest: When you receive
the pearls of love, wear
them with pride
Guest: Time to tie
up those loose ends
into beautiful bows
Guest: A man loves
the meat in his youth that he cannot
endure in his age
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Date: 2011-11-07 06:58 pm (UTC)With a childish whining noise, Topher flailed around for a bit, kicked off his socks in frustration, headdesked, and then attempted another approach. Or rather, the same bad approach again.
TBrink: WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?????
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Date: 2011-11-07 07:01 pm (UTC)Jane was not planning to be helpful any time today, sorry. She was not impressed by your teensy human brain, Topher.
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Date: 2011-11-07 07:22 pm (UTC)Just like the last few times. Really.
He was just scrolling through, skimming the new entries when the words "high school" caught his eye. That was entirely Tony's fault, for talking to him and reminding him that a teen-aged Iron Man existed. As for reading the story, well, that was probably his own fault, but it was so long and earnest that he had to keep going to see where the story would end up. He had trouble letting go that way.
When he got to the end, he
logged inregistered to leave a response, wondering if the fangirl author (the writing totally pinged fangirl to him, even if it was about a boy) would even read it. Still, he typed Great story! Would love to see more. :) and sent it off.no subject
Date: 2011-11-07 07:28 pm (UTC)Thanks! he wrote back. I'm thinking about a sequel where Chris saves him from a tentacle monster. Yea or nay?
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Date: 2011-11-07 07:45 pm (UTC)Darn Billy and his need for a modicum of reality in his stories.
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Date: 2011-11-07 07:48 pm (UTC)Someone in Tony's universe had gotten her facts wrong, oh yes.
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Date: 2011-11-07 09:02 pm (UTC)Shh, Topher.
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Date: 2011-11-07 09:16 pm (UTC)"Hey." She flopped down on the floor. "Whatcha doing? Feed me."
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Date: 2011-11-07 09:19 pm (UTC)Then he noticed Kenzi.
"Oh. Hey. Should be some food under my bed."
It was a perfectly reasonable storage area! Shut up.
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Date: 2011-11-07 09:28 pm (UTC)Yes, sometimes she listened to Radio.
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Date: 2011-11-07 09:30 pm (UTC)And smoking pot. You know. As you do.
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Date: 2011-11-08 02:59 am (UTC)Certainly there seems to be a good deal of effort in this story she posted, But the teen superhero seems to be a bit far fetched. Have you thought of maybe a pirate theme? Or perhaps Zorro?
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Date: 2011-11-08 03:04 am (UTC)No, he replied firmly. It's a superhero and that's it.
Take that, SARAH.
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Date: 2011-11-08 03:26 am (UTC)Oh, Topher.
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