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Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

Today was a very important sort of day.

Today, Valentine had been hit by inspiration! Great inspiration! So many children! So much potential!

Today was the sort of day that Valentine required a non-whip, low-fat soy latté to get through...

Because Star Director Ricardo Valenteen had delusions of Fandom Chickie grandeur.

[OCD is up. Come be a movie star!]

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We have a damsel in distress, a pillow fort, and a bad guy with two DEATH RAYS.

Also, Sokka in a chicken suit with far too much glue.

Play with that however you wish.

And... Action!

Zack was looking terribly intimidating in his black paper outfit with his two death rays and skeleton.

"I am Mortgage!" he proclaimed. "And this is my fort! Of evil!"

Edited 2008-03-31 03:51 (UTC)

"Help!" Naminé called. "Mortgage has trapped me, in his fort! Of evil!"

She swooned. Very princess-ly.

"It's because we have to stop the cooties," Zack explained. "Evilly."

"Oh," Naminé said. She considered that for a few moments, and then looked over at Valentine. "He's got a point. Cooties are bad."

Valentine took this into careful consideration.

"Yes, yes I suppose they are," he agreed, casting a look at the star, who had glued himself to the desk.

....

"He's a cootie! You ought to make him regret it," he decided.

"I will!" Zack assured Valentine. "I'll use a term-of-new-clear bomb on the cooties."

After all, what was the point of being a villain if you didn't go overboard.

"I have a magic wand," Naminé said, showing it off. It seemed like a princessy thing to have. "Can I help?"

At the very least, she was going to sprinkle sparklies in Sokka's hair. Not because of cooties, just to annoy him. That seemed pretty princessy, too.

Zack nodded. "You can be my evil princess-y helper."

That sounded like a pretty good deal to her.

"Okay," Naminé said. "Where do we get your term-of-new-clear bomb?"

She stopped princessing long enough to glue some more sparkles into Sokka's hair. It was a gift.

"The moon!"

"Oh, good," Naminé said. "I like the moon. We can take a moon-car."

She waved her princessy wand a few times. Nothing appeared. Shhh. It was invisible.

"To the moon!" Zack declared in his best supervillain voice.

"To the moon!" Naminé chorused. She climbed into the (still invisible) moon-car. "Do we need supplies for the moon-journey?"

Zack shook his head, climbing in beside her. "The moon is made of cheese and rocks, so we can eat that instead."

"Oooooh." Handy, that. "To the moon! And we'll have cheese when we get there."

She nodded. And made sure she brought along her magic wand. Magic wands: also handy.

"Evilly," Zack added, since he was a supervillain.

"Am I evil, now, too?" Naminé asked. "Or are we joining forces against the scourge of cooties, and we'll live to fight another day?"

These were important characterization issues.

"Do you want to be evil?" Zack asked, since that was polite. "Evil's fun! You get death rays."

Naminé hesitated. "Would I have to be mean?" she asked. "I don't want to be the scary, mean kind of evil."

"I don't think you have to be mean to be evil."

"Okay!" Naminé grinned. "I'm in! Let's be evil adventurers! In our anti-cooties crusade!"

Zack grinned back at her. "Yay evil!"

"Yay evil!" Naminé beamed. "To the moon!"

Those both made for good rallying cries.

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