Room 307, Monday Afternoon
Nov. 7th, 2011 12:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dollpocalypseIt 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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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 06:58 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 07:06 pm (UTC)TBrink: JUST GO AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!1
Meanwhile, comments on his story poured in. Including one that pointed out that he'd accidentally left in some of his beta's comments.
Okay, Jane. It was on.
TBrink: CHRIS STRINK IS NOT A SELF-INSERT!
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Date: 2011-11-07 07:18 pm (UTC)as you think you are,
Chris-TOPHER B-rink
Guest: I myself prefer to laugh,
since there is less
cleaning up to do afterward.
Elsewhere, Jane's processors amused themselves by setting up Topher's browser to translate everything into Czech.
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Date: 2011-11-07 07:22 pm (UTC)Wait a second.
TBrink: How do you know my name!??!?!?!?11ohiga/s
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Date: 2011-11-07 07:27 pm (UTC)Guest: Your proxy server is embarrassing.
Guest: Your IP is showing.
Once Topher went back to his browsing, he'd also find that every web ad now advertised this book, including in the toolbar Jane had just so thoughtfully installed.
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Date: 2011-11-07 07:30 pm (UTC)A beat.
TBrink: aisdhgpaosidhgpsaidhgposdhpgosaidgposadngpsaiodghpoiahpsoeg
He had just noticed the ad.
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Date: 2011-11-07 07:32 pm (UTC)Guest: Educate thyself.
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Date: 2011-11-07 07:36 pm (UTC)TBrink: Anyway, this isn't even Topher. This is his friend.
That was likely.
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Date: 2011-11-07 07:39 pm (UTC)That was a lie.
Or rather, it had been, until Jane had activated the webcam just now. But. Po-tah-to, po-tay-to...
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Date: 2011-11-07 07:43 pm (UTC)So that was the tiny red light at the top of the computer that was blinking at him. He shut it off, frowning.
TBrink: Jerk.
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Date: 2011-11-07 07:53 pm (UTC)Explorer opened, and someone started rifling through his files.
Not that she didn't already know, but freaking this guy out kept some small part of her consciousness busy.
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Date: 2011-11-07 07:59 pm (UTC)Sorry, Jane, but it needed to be said. Even though Chrome's history contained all of his favorite fanfiction bookmarks, his technology wishlist, and this beautiful
NSFWpiece of fanart he'd found, he still didn't trust Explorer for his computer.TBrink: And wait, you're a girl???? Claudia???/
He only knew one science-minded girl at Fandom, see.
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Date: 2011-11-07 08:03 pm (UTC)She didn't bother to respond to Topher's inquiry, though. Instead, she called up the fanart and drew on some pants.
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Date: 2011-11-07 08:07 pm (UTC)TBrink: Stop doing that!
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Date: 2011-11-07 08:11 pm (UTC)Not that she was planning to give Topher the chance. Instead, she uploaded a stealthy little script to run in the background, waiting for the next time Topher would attempt to start a fanfic in a word processor.
And then it would mercilessly tag every single iteration of 'Chris Strink' with 'SELF INSERT'.
After that, she slipped soundlessly out of Topher's systems. Ender needed her again.
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Date: 2011-11-07 08:18 pm (UTC)Hours later, there would be an incredibly girly scream when he discovered the script. Until then, he was going to sulk and play some Minecraft.