[Fan Fiction] Mary Sue Stories

Let's have a little fun! I don't know if anyone here knows what "doing a Mary Sue" is, but if you didn't, it's when an author puts themselves into the story.

Sometimes it can be very overt, literally writing yourself in as a character. Sometimes the author does it without realizing it as unconscious wish fulfillment or catharsis.

I'll start off with a silly, obvious one.


Zola and Falcon7 are walking towards the Smith Mansion. Oddly, they seem to be visiting an episode prior to the Scorpion bots...

Zola: Well, I'm going to invoke the Celebrity Clause*. I've been waiting for this chance for a long time.
Falcon7: As long as I can invoke mine, too.
Zola: Do it, it will keep her out of the way.
Falcon7: Wish me luck then.
Zola: Good luck!

Falcon7 continues down the street, while Zola walks up to the mansion and rings the bell. Norman answers the door.

Norman: May I help you?
Zola: Hi! I have urgent business with R. Dorothy Wayneright. Is she in?
Norman: Whom shall I say is calling?
Zola: (Winks at Norman) A friend. Tell her I said "if we lost our memories, would we fall in love?"
Norman: (looks at Zola oddly) Ahem. I'll see if she's available.

He ushers Zola into the waiting room, disappears for a few moments and returns with Dorothy following close behind.

Dorothy: You wanted to see me?
Zola: Yes. (She looks over to Norman) I would really rather talk to her alone.
Dorothy: Norman, we should be fine, thank you. (Both women wait until the butler has left the room and they are alone. Dorothy grabs Zola by the shoulders) How did you KNOW that?
Zola: I know a lot of things. Like where Roger's going to be tonight...(suddenly, a projection screen appears on the wall. Zola and Roger are walking on the beach, holding hands. They stop and stand very close together.

Movie Zola: Do you think our relationship is going to change?
Movie Roger: It already has.

Movie-Roger hesitates, but Movie-Zola reaches up to him and pulls his head down into a passionate kiss, not releasing him until he is visibly breathing faster. They look into each other's eyes and the scene fades on them embracing each other and continuing to kiss.

Dorothy: You...you! You wouldn't!
Zola: (smiles) Sure I would, if you don't stop that "I am what I am" crap.
Dorothy: What do you mean?
Zola: Oops, sorry, I'm getting a little ahead of myself. Wrong episode! What I'm saying is that if you want him, you have to fight for him.
Dorothy: But I'm an android...
Zola: And? This is an anime, you can be as just as...err..functional, if you get my drift, as you want to be. This is what I think you should do...

The scene fades on the two women sitting together talking and cuts to a time later that evening, in a restaurant where Roger and Angel are having dinner. Zola, Dorothy, and Falcon7 walk in. Dorothy is wearing a slinky black dress that is modest yet hugs every curve. She is even wearing a bit of makeup, which has the effect of making her seem less like an android and more like a very pretty girl.

Falcon7: There you are, Angel! I've been looking for you everywhere!
Angel: And you are?
Falcon7: You don't remember? Angel! How could you!
Angel: Who are you?
Falcon7: (Looking sad) I'm your husband. Angel, I can understand you forgetting me, but what about our daughter?
Angel: (Horrified) Daughter? Are you crazy?
Falcon7: (Takes Angel's hand and looks at her pleading) I'm so sorry, darling! I know I took you for granted. Please forgive me!
Dorothy: Angel, a lot of people have been having memory lapses. It isn't your fault, but don't you think you should at least talk to him? I'm sure Roger will help you negotiate something if you can't work it out.
Angel: I don't know this man!
Falcon7: Please, darling. For our daughter! She's waiting for us just a few blocks away!
Roger: He seems sincere, Angel. Maybe you should go with him. Dorothy's right, if you can't work something out, come back to me. I'll even waive the fee since there's a child involved.
Falcon7: (with his patented sad puppy-look) Please, Angel! She misses her mother! Maybe seeing her will jog your memory!
Angel: (looks trapped) Well...I suppose it won't hurt to go and talk to her. (She and Falcon7 exit the diner)
Zola: (looks at Dorothy significantly and reaches out her hand to Roger) Hi, I'm Zola. Thanks for standing up for my friend, he's been dragging his heels about talking to her for weeks!
Roger: (Looks at Dorothy) I thought you weren't interested in taking over my job?
Dorothy: Oh, it was just one of those things. Zola and I were talking in line at the market, and when she heard my name she asked for some advice... Roger, I have to speak to you about another matter. Would you ask Norman to give Zola a ride back to her place and maybe you and I can take a walk?
Roger: Sure, no problem. The three of them walk outside and he calls Norman on his watch. Norman agrees to come by and Dorothy and Roger walk off.

Cut to a scene of Norman and Zola having a conversation. Norman is on his bike, and oddly, rather than sitting in the sidecar, Zola is on the back of the bike with her arms around Norman's waist.

Norman: (with an evil little chuckle) So you want to see my gun collection?
Zola: Only if they're...fully loaded.
Norman: You'd be amazed...
Zola: (with the devil in her eyes) Show me...

Cut to a modest apartment. An adorable little girl is sleeping in a cheerfully decorated room. Angel and Falcon7 have clearly just tucked her in. They walk out into the living room.

Falcon7: Darling, I've missed you so. Do you think we could try again?

Before she has a chance to answer, he takes her in his arms and kisses her. Within seconds, she's kissing him back and the scene fades

Cut to the beach, Roger and Dorothy are walking on the beach. Roger has gallantly put his coat over her shoulders and is shivering a little.

Dorothy: Do you think our relationship will change?
Roger: With what you just told me, I think it already has.

He takes Dorothy in his arms without hesitation and they embrace. She stands on tiptoe and they kiss passionately.

Dorothy: I've been wanting to do that for a long time...
Roger: I think I'd like to continue these negotiations at home.
Dorothy: That's an excellent idea.

The scene fades as they are driving towards the mansion in the Griffon

The scene cuts to the morning after. Angel and Falcon7 are sitting on the bed with the cute little girl.

Angel: This is all so sudden, but...I'll try.
Falcon7: That's all I could ask. (He leans to kiss Angel and the little girl giggles)
Little Girl: Mommy and Daddy sitting in a tree...

Cut to the kitchen of the Smith Mansion. Zola is dressed up in a sexy black French Maid outfit and Norman's eyes follow her wherever she goes.

Zola: You know, we're never going to get the chores done if you keep looking at me like that.
Norman: Maybe I should take the day off...I never take sick time.
Zola: There's an idea.

Norman grabs her by the hand and they disappear to Norman's quarters.

Cut to Roger Smith's bedroom. He's sleeping peacefully, Dorothy cuddled up against him. Dorothy sits up and smiles and wakes him up with a kiss.

Roger: (Puts his arms around her and smiles) What, no piano?
Dorothy: This is much more satisfying and you seem to like it a lot better than my playing.

She starts kissing him again and the scene fades to black.

Ending Credits Roll

* Celebrity Clause: Often held by long-term partners. If by some miracle one partner gets a chance to spend some 'quality time' with their favorite, most-desired celeb, they have a 'get out of jail free' card and it doesn't count as cheating.

If this is what happens when we let you go off to an anime convention, then all I can say is...

bring on the cons!

Pygmalion

Bad, Zola nad Falcon, bad! ^_^

At Graviton City (Project A-Ko) a couple of years ago, we took it to the next level - a whole bunch of us invaded the world of Project A-Ko, along with our characters we created, and total chaos ensued. In fact, Prince-Consort Tesser and I had married in Graviton City before we ever met in person. Captain Napolipolita (the drunk alien captain) was my Matron-of-Honor and A-Ko was one of my bridesmaids.

Almost as fun as the real wedding. The real wedding had a kickline and an impromptu performance of 'O Canada' (by people with Bostonian and Australian accents) - and absolutely NO alcohol was served.

Then there was the Garter Dance ...

Anyway, having the board members running around Paradigm City would be a blast!

(Wait a minute, I already am ... Cassandra Neuwirth ... It was unintentional, you know. But it happens - if there's a redhead, she's usually based on some part of me. Go fig.)

Hehe...I was actually considering doing one of these as an actual fic, since "Jim Starluck" is essentially me (but from a parrallel dimension, where I/he gets to fly starships )...

Might have to whip something up.

I want you all to know that part 2 occurred to me just as I lay down to take my much-needed nap, and I ALMOST got up just to write it but I gave in to good sense.

Now that I am awake again...



Fade from closing credits to a meeting room. The Big O writers are gathered around a large table with Kazuyoshi Katayama, the director.

Writer1: I like it! It's different, but I like it!
Katayama: What the...? Big O isn't a romantic comedy, it's an ACTION show! What's with all the kissing?
Zola: Didn't you get the memo?
Katayama: Memo?

Zola passes him a set of papers. Close-up to to the writing as Katayama reads it

Katayama: We've decided to take a new approach, blah blah blah, when writing episodes keep in mind the new target demographic of women aged 16-45, blah blah blah...what the hell?
Zola: Those were the most logical pairings I could come up with. Putting Dorothy with Norman would have been just...wrong, and would have gotten me lynched by legions of Roger and Dorothy fans...I found out Dastun is already married, so we had to introduce some new characters.
Katayama: What happened to the mystery? The giant robot? (He puts his head in his hands)
Zola: When corporate speaks...
Writer2: Oh, look, here's the new ad!

Cut to the screen. Something soft and sexy with a lot of saxaphone starts playing.

Voiceover: We're putting the Oh! in the Big O
Cut to scenes of Roger and Dorothy kissing, Angel and Falcon7 kissing, Norman chasing Zola around the kitchen with a duster...
Voiceover: This Sunday, only on the Cartoon Network!

Katayama screams and makes the sign of the cross and runs out of the meeting room.

Zola: Hah! As if putting together something like this is easy... Hey, I think that we ought to work in some kind of misunderstanding between Roger and Dorothy that stretches out over a couple of episodes...we can use the last half of the final episode in the arc to have a really steamy make-up scene...
Writer3: Maybe have Roger notice you in that French Maid's outfit?
Writer2: Yeah, that would work...
Writer4: Hey, did you see that arc on Days of Our Lives?

Suddenly, an alarm starts going off and everyone at the table looks up in concern
Cut to a darkened room. Zola is sitting up and rubbing her eyes as her alarm goes off.

Zola: Damn! Darling, why does your client always insist on meeting at the crack of dawn? Darling? (She leans over and shakes Roger, who is sleeping beside her.) Come on, dear, time to negotiate...
Roger: Huh? What?
Zola: Wake up, sweetheart. Work is calling...
Roger: Ugh....He sits up and runs his hands through his hair.
Zola: Come on darling, let's get some breakfast. I had the strangest dream, I'll tell you all about it...
Roger: (smiles and leans over to give Zola a kiss) Good morning, my darling wife

Fade on both of them getting up and starting their day....


I think the lack of sleep has affected my brain...this is kinda scary...

*giggles* You're just writing out the dream of all of us drooling Roger fangirls. I'd write it, but then my husband would burst in with the sword and ... well, you get the idea.

*sigh* Well, something more adventurous.

Norman: Miss Tess, Master Roger and Miss Dorothy are bickering again.
Tess: Lock them in a room and tell them they can't come out until they kiss and make up.
Norman: Are you sure that is wise?
Tess: Of course. Neither has to know of us going out to get Angel drunk, steal her clothes, and leave her in the parking lot of the Military Police HQ with a sign around her neck reading 'I'm a Union Agent! You are Paradigm Scum!'
Norman: I thought you would never ask.
Tess: No prob. Should we write anti-Paradigm messages all over the domes, too?
Norman: We'll invite Big O along, he'll want to do that part. And I would be so delighted if we could replace all the Rosewater dome glass with sheets of butter.
Tess: Then let's pick up my husband and get a little anarchy going!

October 19, 2003 – 8 pm

The fire radio gave Blodgett’s two-tone alert. “Station 600 Blodgett; trauma at 35887 Vanderpool Lane.” I grabbed my jacket, ran to the car, and made my best time down to the fire station. Funny that nobody else has arrived yet, I thought. There’s no time to wait; I pulled on my turnout, opened up the bay door, and started up the rescue van.

“100, this is 620, responding with one to 35887 Vanderpool,” I said as I flipped on the overhead lights and drove out from the station.

“Copy 620; this is a mutual aid call for a mass-casualty incident.” Mutual aid? But that address is in our district! Wonder if she meant that she was calling in Philomath. The more EMTs the better if there are a lot of patients.

I drove back to Vanderpool. It is a narrow road, hardly wider than a driveway, and it goes steeply uphill. Nobody in his right mind takes a road like that at speed, and even I slow down for the curves. And yet, it happened; one moment I was starting a left turn, the next there were headlights and a flashing red beacon coming toward me –

And then I was on level ground. On pavement. Still in the van. Worst of all, I was not in Blodgett. In fact, I was in a city, bigger than Corvallis. I stopped. There weren’t any cars moving on the street, which was good because I got the shakes just then. I picked up the radio. “Station 100, this is 620.” Just then, a round white ball fell and hit a dome, and I realized that calling dispatch was not going to get me any help. Not when I’m inside a TV show.

As I looked around, I realized something like that white-ball bomb must’ve gone off near here. Buildings were buckled, bricks were all over the sidewalk, and the theater marquee near me had fallen. I heard sounds from there, so I grabbed my trauma jump bag and run toward the cries.

There’s a half-dozen people there. One of them is in a uniform, so I say, “I’m with the Blodgett-Summit Fire Department. Is there an Incident Commander here?” He looks at me, and I realize it’s Colonel Dastun.

He said heavily, “You’re here at last.” I see he’s holding a boy who is bleeding from the head. But there are other people here. I need to triage.

I pitched my voice louder and said, “Anyone who can walk go out to my white van on the street.” Most of them did so, and I was left with two patients; an adult female and the kid. I checked the woman (airway open, breathing, no obvious bleeding) and then the kid (airway open, breathing, head wound). I said to the Colonel, “Sir, is there an ambulance coming? I want these folks ready to go when it arrives.”

“No, I haven’t raised the hospital. These bombs are falling all over the city, and they must be overwhelmed.”

“In that case, let’s get them out of here.” I did a quick check of the woman (possible spine injury, probable injury of the lower leg) and decided she needs a backboard. The boy’s head wound seemed to be the extent of his injuries, and he said he could walk to the van. I walked back to get the backboard and draft three of those less injured to help carry her. We strapped her on the board, loaded everyone in the van, and started toward Police HQ. On the way, Colonel Dastun was talking on his radio; he redirected me to a storefront nearby with a makeshift red cross on the front door. There were two doctors there, and I was glad to have someone else take charge of my patients.

There was no time to relax, though; they didn’t have an ambulance, and I was kept busy cruising the streets, looking for more victims. A truck driver named Roy came with me to help with directions and load people. We swept about twenty blocks square and made another five runs back. I checked my watch. It had been 2 hours since I was paged, and I felt exhausted. When we carried in our last patient, the doctor told us to stand by as an ambulance would be there and he wanted to get the critical patients loaded and gone. Someone had a mug of soup for me, and it tasted good.

The ambulance arrived, but we couldn’t fit everyone in it; I took another two patients in the van to the hospital. The emergency room was where I’d been writ large; people were waiting everywhere; some had yellow tags, some red, and a few were green – low priority. The TV in the waiting room had an image of Alex Rosewater and Big Fau on it; thankfully, someone had muted the sound. I jerked a thumb at the screen and said to Roy, “Boys throw stones at frogs in jest, but the frogs die in earnest.”

He looked at me for a moment, then said softly, “We’d better get back to our pond then.”

“Ribbet,” I agreed.

By the time we made it back (the streets had been cordoned off and Roy sent me on a long roundabout to get through), it was another hour later. Things at the store seemed to have stabilized, and with the critical patients gone, the doctors were handling the low priority walk-ins. When I reported back, they told me to get some rest while I could. I lay down in the back of 620 with a blanket and fell asleep in a few minutes.

Now it’s later, and I’ve had a chance to think things over. I don’t know if I’ll be able to find the route back home, and I’m worried that my outsider van, my clothes and tools are going to get me noticed. The doctors aren’t going to blab; as far as they are concerned, I’m just a good Samaritan who pitched in when needed. But I did drive to the hospital, and that Colonel Dastun knows where I'm from. I’ve seen what happens to natives who inconveniently remember something. How much worse will it be for a true outsider – especially one who can remember what has happened in this city? If I can’t get out of here, I’m going to have to go undercover. I hope I can get out. I miss my husband and my boys.

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Originally posted by Pygmalion How much worse will it be for a true outsider – especially one who can remember what has happened in this city? If I can’t get out of here, I’m going to have to go undercover. I hope I can get out. I miss my husband and my boys.

VERY nice! I love the gritty feel you get going!

Damn, Pygmalion! That's great work. A place to use your abilities!

* * *

Dorothy had recruited me for this mission. She had created a profile for me, a papertrail history, and even gave me a crash course in the type of work I was to do.

"He isn't going to fall for this," I muttered as we walked rapidly through the cold rain of Paradigm City.

"He is still looking for a secretary," Dorothy replied, gripping my wrist. "Your experience in - what Roger calls - 'off the cuff bulls---t' as well as a maternal nature is going to help you in this."

I smoothed a wrinkle from my short green skirtsuit as we approached the dome housing the Paradigm Corp building. I paused to shake my umbrella in the entrance, then folded it up and went into the building.

"Are you sure I will be able to get away with this?"

She brushed my hair into place with her fingers. "Get into his confidence, Tess. Just enough to do it."

I stared at her. "Roger doesn't even know about this, does he?"

"No, he does not. I refuse to allow this to be dragged out. This ends before anything else happens." Her eyes lowered, their concentric blackness reflecting the artificial light from the dome. "The memories I have ... the ones I cannot open ... will not be allowed to be used by him. I refuse to be used by false Gods."

I nodded. "False Gods have the manners and morals of spoiled children." I patted her cheek and left to go to the main office of Paradigm Corp.

* * *

I entered Alex Rosewater's sumptious ultra-modern (by 1960's standards) office. God, this guy's taste was all in his mouth ...

"Ah, the new secretary," Alex stated, getting up from his desk. He offered his hand to me and I shook. "Welcome, Miss Dubervil. I'm Alex Rosewater. Back there is my main assistant Alan Gabriel."

Alan appeared from the shadows like a killer clown. He giggled.

I adjusted my glasses. "Good afternoon, Mr. Rosewater. Mr. Gabriel."

Alan suddenly appearedbefore me, his cold hand grasping mine and kissing the back of my hand. "A pleasure, Tess Dubervil." He giggled a little more.

"Right, Mr. Gabriel," I murmured. "Mr. Rosewater, I was not aware you had a bodyguard."

Alex smirked. "Please don't mind him, Miss Dubervil, Alan's just a little off at times. Shall we get to work?"

* * *

I never thought Alan would leave. Demento-Burger-Clown-Boy hung over my shoulder and giggled a lot, reminding me of a particularly psychotic guy I knew in junior high. This was probably why Alex didn't have any secretaries since Angel booked and ran - Alan freaked out all the sane people.

However, I was able to slip into Alex's confidences throughout the afternoon ... leaning over the right way to get files ... unbuttoning my blouse low enough for cleavage to peek through ... running my tongue over my lips or biting the end of my pen ... staring intently at him over the rims of my glasses ...

Quite frankly, I felt soiled for using such tactics, not to mention Alex was an ugly guy who stared at me like a mental patient. I so wanted to go home and cuddle with my husband ...

"Alan," Alex said. "You can go on. Miss Dubervil and I will finish up."

"Are you sure, Mr. Rosewater?" Alan giggled. "Perhaps you should wait for such things ... "

Alex gave him a Look. "Go."

"Suit yourself," Alan giggled again, leaving the office.

I felt my heart beat like a trip-hammer. My chance was coming, I could feel it sliding down my back like ice.

Alex turned to me, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. "Now, Miss Dubervil ... may I call you Tess?"

I blushed, pretending modesty. "Whatever you feel is suitable, Mr. Rosewater."

"Call me Alex," he replied, getting up and going to the window to stare out over the twilight of the dome. "Quite a city, isn't it, Tess? All those fools wandering from day to day without a God."

"Which fools, Alex?" I got up and made my way to him.

"All of them. Even the riff-raff outside the domes." He turned to look at me. "Now, surely, Tess, you can grow used to wealth and luxury ... perhaps with the proper patron ... "

I felt my hair stand on end, but managed to stay poker faced. "I'm not quite following you, Alex."

He brushed a hand against my cheek, and I felt nausea erupt at his touch. "You're still young, still have your beauty. Shouldn't let such things go to waste. And most women do not put their pens in their mouths the way you do without knowing something."

I put my hands in my pockets, pressing my fingers against the cards containing the poison. "Mr. Rosewater, my attraction to men of power has nothing to do with - "

I was both shocked and repulsed when he grabbed me and kissed my mouth with a sloppy, wet kiss. I controlled every impluse in my body to not toss him across the room.

Besides, I HATED the way he kissed - dog licks were better than this guy's kissing!

I draw my arms around him and applied the poison side of the fingertip applicators against the back of his neck beneath the collar.

He finally pulled away, looking down at me with an alarmed expression.

"What did you do?" he asked.

I slowly peeled the used poison tips from my fingers, depositing them in my pockets. "Just getting rid of a Paradigm Dog."

His skin went deathly pale and his limbs began to shake. "Y-you - "

I shook my head. "Never trust a beautiful woman, Alex Rosewater - Tomato of the Rosewater School of Brain-Rape."

He reached for me, falling to the floor. The poison caused his mouth to fill with foam.

"No one can claim Godhood," I said, gathering up my notebooks. "Least of all a mortal man with delusions of granduer."

He spasmed, fighting the death throes.

I walked over his corpse ten minutes later.

* * *

I arrived at the Smith Mansion without incident later on.

"Well," Dorothy asked as we went to the work bay where Big O.

"Done," I replied. "What is the result of this since Alex won't have an heir to the Paradigm Group?"

She thought a moment, then answered. "Civil war."

"WHAT?!"

"You sound just like Roger when he says that."

I opened and closed my mouth several times.

"What other choices are there, Tess?" she asked in a precise manner. "The death of a few hundred by civil unrest or the destruction and death of an entire city by a single psychopath?"

I nodded, slumping against a wall. "You're right." I looked back up at her, at her neutral face and shadowed eyes. "What now?"

"Roger can take care of the rest." She looked up at Big O. "They say an android cannot even indirectly harm a human, like this arangement."

"Yes. Part of the Robotic Laws."

She looked back at me. "He's not a human. He's a monster."

"Agreed. May I go home now?"

"Yes. Give Jack my regards." She smiled, looking like a weight had been lifted from her chest.

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Originally posted by Lady Tesser Demento-Burger-Clown-Boy

Damn, woman, you have a way with words!

Very well done!

Come on, the rest of you Paradigm Denizens! I know Lady Tesser, Pygmalion and I aren't the only writers in this group!

Lady Tesser, you are one twisted character -- and I mean that in the nicest sense. (Better not let CN/AS Programming know what vile tortures await those who put in the wrong tape .)

Pygmalion

I'm almost tempted to go through with it - pose as a programmer's secretary and pull a La Femme Nikita on their butts. Atlanta is about ten hours from my place.

I can't, though, I have a conscience. Which is more than they have.

(I hope they get the hangovers from hell.)

Someone made a post earlier asking "what happens to the people in the buildings when Big O starts fighting?"

It gave me an idea...this belongs in the Mary Sue thread because it's how I think I would feel if I lived in Paradigm City.

*********

I'm awoken from a sound sleep because the building is shaking and my daughter is tugging at my sleeve. "Mommy, Mommy, it's the Black Megadeus!"

Suddenly, I am wide awake and adrenaline is rushing through me. I grab my coat and the bag under my bed. My daughter, bless her heart, has her bag and coat too. We know the drill now, it isn't the first time.

I grab the baby and we head out the window down the fire escape. The rumbling is getting louder and louder, it is hard to balance on the stairs. People are flooding out onto the streets and they are shouting. I can actually see the combatants this time, and I'm frightened to death that we aren't going to get away.

My daughter starts crying as she trips and falls. A kind passerby picks her up bag and all and runs beside me. The Black Megadeus is coming closer and closer, and the ground is shaking so badly that we aren't making any progress at all.

I see him! He's coming towards us. He's only 50 yards away...my god...my god...we aren't going to make it.

Suddenly it's all confusion as a bolt of energy lands very close by. We try to turn around because the building we are running towards is collapsing. The twisted metal and concrete is rushing towards us as it falls...please, someone...save my children!

A dark shadow falls upon me and I freeze, trying to protect my son with my body. Somehow, none of the debris is hitting us. It's being blocked? What is this? I look up and see that the Black Megadeus' hand has covered us and the debris is rolling away harmlessly.

I hear a voice seemingly coming out of the empty air. "It's stopped falling. Go behind us, quickly!" We obey as fast as we can, scrabbling over the rubble. There are several cars and a couple of tanks right behind the Megadeus, and we run towards them. Suddenly, there are helping hands pulling us into one of the cars and it makes a stomach-wrenching turn and we are moving away towards safety.

Is it inconvenient to have to evacuate at a moment's notice? Of course it is. Still, it's a small price to pay considering the alternative.

Roger Smith was surprised when all of us came to give his Dorothy a proper funeral. He shouldn't have been. If it weren't for him, Paradigm City would have been rubble long ago. If it weren't for him, my son, my daughter and I wouldn't be here at all. He calls himself a Negotiator, but he's really a hero.

He protects all of us, and we owe him everything.

I love how that all ties together, Zola, even to your fanfic after act 24(?).

That's wonderful!

I take back what I said about AS not having a conscience. I found the real culprit over in the bloopers thread.

More on Mary Sue...

Bentar and I were talking and he was wondering where the actual name came from. I had seen an explanation of it before, so I did a little digging and found a great article about it. It's long but well worth it

Sociology of the "Mary Sue" story; you really can find anything on the Web. The last quarter of that paper was especially interesting!

Thanks heaps, Zola. I'm interested in old children's stories, and now I have a place that will take hours to explore.

Pygmalion

quote:

Originally posted by Zola Cut to the screen. Something soft and sexy with a lot of saxaphone starts playing. Voiceover: We're putting the Oh! in the Big O Cut to scenes of Roger and Dorothy kissing, Angel and Falcon7 kissing, Norman chasing Zola around the kitchen with a duster... Voiceover: This Sunday, only on the Cartoon Network!

Well, that explains the article referenced in this thread....

Pygmalion

*looks around* ...Mlerp. This reminds me of my hustle-and-bustle days down at fanfiction.net. Yugh! LOTR Mary-Sues are highly disturbing.

Here's one... short and to the point.


"Ahhh excuse me, director."

The pale blonde woman looked away from the monitors that were broadcasting what we in the office referred to as "Big O".

"Your coffee." I held it out nervously, a bit awestruck by my chance to meet the director.

I moved to place it in her hand, but to my horror, felt the coffee mug slip.

I felt my blood freeze as I watched the coffee and its contents tumble over slowly towards the control panel.

Brown liquid spattered all over the million dollar panel, causing the monitors to flicker and soak everything that rested on it.

Everything.

Including that weird book the director had been seen carrying in her possession.

"NO!" SHe gasped. She grabbed the book and opened the pages.

Coffee-covered pages.

The city of Paradigm would never be the same.


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^_^

Thanks to Zola for her editing skills.

The scene takes place at Paradigm-City AI Software Engineering Department.


Tony: ** Walking into his cubicle, giving his co-workers a wave. ** Hi guys.
Luis: Hi Tony. You have a smile on your face. What gives?
Tony: Man, I just met this incredible girl.
Zola: ** Head emerging from her cubicle** You met a girl? My god, the world is coming to an end.
Luis: ** Laughing ** Yeah, that's hard to believe.
Tony: ** Getting frustrated. ** Do you want me to tell you about it or not?


**Zola and Luis try to control their laughter unsuccessfully but finally settle down.**


Tony: I was sitting at an outside table at our usual place...Then, all of the sudden, this really pretty girl walks by.
Luis: ** Sarcastically ** Really, really pretty? Or just pretty.
Tony: ** Giving a hostile stare. ** Really, really pretty! Anyways, I was just watching her when I felt this strange compulsion...


** The scene fades to Central Dome, at Cafe Bordeaux. **


Tony: ** Staring at Dorothy ** Hi?
Dorothy: ** Stops walking and turns around. ** How do you do?
Tony: ** Nervously ** Where are you going on this fine day?
Dorothy: ** Expressionless ** I am going to the shopping center.
Tony: Do you mind if I join you?
Dorothy: ** Considers the matter briefly. ** If you would like.


**Cut back to the office**


Zola: ** Sarcastically ** You actually talked to a girl? You?
Tony: ** Frustrated ** Do you want me to tell you what happened, or not?
Luis: ** Smiling at Tony ** Go right ahead.
Tony: Like I was saying...


** Cut to Tony and Dorothy walking towards the Mall.**


Tony: So, what do you for a living?
Dorothy: I don't live. However, if you are referring to my occupation, I am a maid.
Tony: ** Puzzled at first, then gives a dry laugh** Really? That's cool. So, who do you work for?
Dorothy: ** Unemotionally ** Roger Smith.
Tony: The Negotiator? Really? How is he in real life? I heard that he was a multimillionaire playboy.
Dorothy: He is a louse at times. But..
Tony: ** Noticing a certain gleam in her eyes ** You like him, but he
doesn't date the help? What a snob.
Dorothy: ** Looking surprised ** What do you mean?
Tony: ** Intrigued ** Well, if he is anything like my boss, he looks down on us peons.
Dorothy: I am not sure I know what you mean. Roger Smith is kind to
Norman and me. He has saved my life a few times.
Tony: ** Apologetically ** Please forgive me. I shouldn't be so
presumptuous. Sounds like you and Roger are pretty close.
Dorothy: Close? I don't know... ** Seemingly struck by an idea ** Can I ask you a question? How do you know that somebody loves you?
Tony: ** Nervously ** Well... Well...


** There is a squealing of brakes as a truck jumps the sidewalk, barrelling towards Tony and Dorothy.**


Tony: ** Closing his eyes in terror ** Ahhhhhh!


** Cut to Dorothy standing on top of the truck, Tony thrown over her shoulder **


Dorothy: ** Setting Tony back down ** You are heavier than you look.
Tony: ** Looking around in disbelief. ** I thought... I thought the truck was going to kill us for sure! How did you do that?
Dorothy: ** Helping Tony climb down from the truck ** I must leave now,
Norman will worry. Thank you for keeping me company.
Tony: ** Impulsively throwing his arms around Dorothy and kissing her on the cheek ** You saved my life! How can I ever thank you?
Dorothy: ** Smiling slightly ** There is no need to thank me.
Tony: At least give me your number! Maybe I can take you out to dinner or we can see a movie or something!


** Cut back to the office **


Zola: ** Laughing ** Wow! So you were a damsel in distress.
Luis: * Also laughing ** I thought you said she was really, really pretty?
She must have been built like a linebacker to carry you around like that!
Especially since you stopped working out at the gym!
Tony: ** Defensively ** I've only gained about 10 pounds and you know it! No, she was actually quite petite, 5'3" at the most.
Zola: ** Sarcastically ** Maybe she had a robotic arm! Well, it's been fun but I've got to get back to work.
Tony: ** Angrily ** By all means, Zola. Get back to work! ** Turning to Luis ** You believe me, don't you?
Luis: It's a little far-fetched, buddy. Did she give you her number?
Tony: ** Holds up a card that says "Roger Smith, Negotiator" ** Well, not exactly. She gave me this.
Luis: ** Smiling ** If you say so, Tony... Well, I am off to the break room. Need anything?
Tony: ** Dejected ** Yeah, get me a coffee. It looks like I need to wake up from this dream.


** Cut to Tony sitting in the break room the next day. There is a newspaper on the table. On the front page is a picture of a crashed truck with the headline "Android saves human from certain death". Tony looks at it and smiles**


Tony: She's an android? ** Sarcastically ** Well, that counts out dinner.
*After thinking for a moment ** Well, I don't care if she's an android,
she's still a nice girl. I wonder if she'd rather see a horror movie or one of those foreign films? I'll have to let her choose when I pick her up tonight. ** Stares at the headline picture closely. ** Too bad they didn't get the shot of me kissing her! That might have shown her Roger Smith a thing or two!

** He crumples up the newspaper and stuffs it in the trash, then walks out
of the break room, whistling **