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Rule number one to Life After Fandom: Don't think you're safe; Fandom follows you.
Rule number two: Don't get blasé; Fandom laughs at your attempts to predict it, then spits pudding in your eye.
Rule number three: Don't ever answer the door when you're half asleep, even if you hear humming in the hallway followed by a loud "OOPS!" and something thudding loudly against the wood. (This is actually a fairly useful rule if you haven't left Fandom yet, too.)
Should you forget not only one, but all three of these rules (even after being harshly reminded of the first one yesterday morning) you might find yourself muttering "The heck?" in a rather low voice, badly-wrapped in a rather short robe, and facing Margie McCoy badly-wrapped in an even shorter one and leaving nothing to the imagination as she bends down to pick up the bar of Irish Spring that just thudded off your door.
( Oh, sorry... )
Rule 6 is kind of a comfort, though: Whenever Fandom screws you over, you're never alone.
Which was why Francine was sending out text messages now:
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--CRAP! STILL! YOU TOO?--
[OOC: Open for texts, calls, and the Girl! ..ish.]
Rule number two: Don't get blasé; Fandom laughs at your attempts to predict it, then spits pudding in your eye.
Rule number three: Don't ever answer the door when you're half asleep, even if you hear humming in the hallway followed by a loud "OOPS!" and something thudding loudly against the wood. (This is actually a fairly useful rule if you haven't left Fandom yet, too.)
Should you forget not only one, but all three of these rules (even after being harshly reminded of the first one yesterday morning) you might find yourself muttering "The heck?" in a rather low voice, badly-wrapped in a rather short robe, and facing Margie McCoy badly-wrapped in an even shorter one and leaving nothing to the imagination as she bends down to pick up the bar of Irish Spring that just thudded off your door.
( Oh, sorry... )
Rule 6 is kind of a comfort, though: Whenever Fandom screws you over, you're never alone.
Which was why Francine was sending out text messages now:
[img attachment]
--CRAP! STILL! YOU TOO?--
[OOC: Open for texts, calls, and the Girl! ..ish.]
