Room 307, Monday Afternoon

[dollpocalypse]

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.

[[omg blame hoorayimrich. open to artificial intelligence thingies, comments on his masterpiece, visitors, IMs, whatever you want.]]

Comments

[endsthegame]

Jane was bored. Bored, bored. Not bored enough to mess around with IF planning files, but bored enough to do... something.

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.

[selfhelphero]

It wasn't like Billy was reading fanfiction or anything. It just happened that he was bored after class, and that meant pulling out his laptop and wandering through the internet. It was a total accident that he ended up at the kinkmeme.

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 in registered 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.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi had a cold. And a boredom. And the urge to be distracted. Time to bug Topher.

"Hey." She flopped down on the floor. "Whatcha doing? Feed me."

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

SARAH had noticed a upswing of internet activity going to a certain website and showing some AI curiosity reviewed the story in question. With some certain puzzlement.

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?