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iceminkI stumbled onto all the FanLib stuff today, and spent a lot of time I should have been packing reading about it. And then a ridiculous plot bunny got into my head and wouldn't go away. So here's a bit of of sillyiness inspired by this manip by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: PG
Summary: Set at the beginning of AtS 5. Wolfram & Hart falls prey to a bunch of fangirls when it is discovered they are representing FanLib.
Dislcaimer: All of the characters (excpet pink guy and blue guy) belong to Joss and ME and Fox. And no one, not even some group of men with a fancy website, is making any profit off of this.
Carefully Angel slid the mouse over the pad, aiming the arrow. He hated computers, and he didn't see why he couldn't just call people into his office, but Fred was insisting he start using e-mails to send out memos. Especially as they began to make more and more changes at Wolfram & Hart.
He had known that taking over a multi-dimensional evil law-firm and trying to turn it into a force for good would be difficult, but he hadn't fully realized just how daunting the task would be until he'd had to try and learn Microsoft Office. At least he'd finally figured out how to get rid of that damn paper-clip.
He was sure he was doing everything right, and yet every time he tried to send out an e-mail it failed. He was just about to admit defeat and call Fred, when she burst into his office with Lorne.
"Angel we're under attack," Fred told him as she rushed to his desk.
"What by who?" he asked, wondering which weapon to go for.
"By fan girls," Lorne said.
"What's a fangurl demon and how do you kill one?" Angel asked even as he grabbed his favorite broadsword. You couldn't really go wrong with a broadsword.
"Not a demon," Lorne explained. "Fan as in fanatic, and girl as in, well not so much girls as well educated, culturally literate, internet savvy, sexually liberated women."
"Huh?" Angel asked. "We're under attack by smart horny women?"
"Hey," Fred objected. "Sexually liberated does not mean. . . I mean. . . that's not the point."
"Okay start from the beginning, what is happening?" Angel asked in frustration.
"Well you see," Fred started. "Back when the original Star Trek aired, you know the one with Kirk and Spock, or I guess I should say Kirk slash Spock-"
"Fred, honey," Lorne interrupted. "We don't have time to explain fanfiction to Angel. Look, it's like this, one of our new clients in the Entertainment Division is run by some Stoltz demons. See they feed off adolescent fantasies and they had this plan to use the internet as a sort of mass harvester, but the fangirls accidentally found FanLib's site and well. . ." Lorne gestured at Angel's computer.
"Well what?" Angel asked, still no closer to understanding what was going on.
"Haven't you noticed that all our e-mail servers have crashed?" Fred asked. "See, the fangirls actually read everything that FanLib put up about their site, even the Terms of Service. I mean the whole internet is based on the fact that no one reads the Terms of Service. Anyway, they found out that Wolfram & Hart represents FanLib, and suddenly we started getting all these long, thought out, e-mail, questions about what our stance on fair usage was, and whether or not FanLib was simply going to turn them all over to the FBI."
"All who?" Angel asked. His head was hurting and we was starting to think that whatever was going on, a sword wasn't going to fix it.
"The fan fic writers," Fred added, as if that should have been obvious. "The point is our e-mail servers can't handle it and it's basically shut us down. You have to do something."
"Do something?" Angel asked. "I don't even understand what is going on?"
Just then Spike ghosted through the door, obviously showing up for his daily haunting/annoying of Angel.
"Morning, Peaches. Manage to paper-cut any demons to death yet?" Spike asked.
"Spike, get out," Angel responded automatically. "I don't have time for your ghost nonsense today."
"You want me out, why not toss me out yourself?" Spike answered angrily. "Oh that's right, you can't because I'm a ghost. And seeing as how being incorporeal prevents me from doing pretty much everything else I like to do, I figured I might as well bother you."
"Boys, boys, boys," Lorne interjected. "Save it for the camera." Both Spike and Angel looked at him confused. "I think I might have found a way to distract the fangirls long enough for us to sort out this mess."
A few hours latter. . .
"Why do I have to stand in front of the pink background?" Spike complained.
"It's simple," Lorne explained. "You're the-" Lorne stopped himself. Explaining to Spike that he had to be "pink guy" because he was smaller would only make this harder. Instead he walked up to Spike and whispered in his ear, "Because everyone knows that 'blue guy' is sexually repressed and has a stick up his you know where."
That made Spike smirk even as Angel yelled in protest, "Hey! I'm a vampire. I can hear you, you know."
Lorne sighed, grateful that they had already taken Angel's picture. It had taken nearly an hour just to get Angel out of his shirt. At least Spike was willing to strip right away.
Spike posed for the picture, and the photographer took a couple shots.
"Explain to me again how a couple pictures are going to help?" Angel asked as he started to put his shirt back on.
"Not so fast with the shirt, Angel cakes," Lorne told him smiling. "There's actually a third picture we have to do."
Angel looked at him quizzically, but considering the way the two males vampires had been eyeing each other as they had undressed, Lorne figured getting the third picture wasn't going to be too hard.
apple_piRating: PG
Summary: Set at the beginning of AtS 5. Wolfram & Hart falls prey to a bunch of fangirls when it is discovered they are representing FanLib.
Dislcaimer: All of the characters (excpet pink guy and blue guy) belong to Joss and ME and Fox. And no one, not even some group of men with a fancy website, is making any profit off of this.
Carefully Angel slid the mouse over the pad, aiming the arrow. He hated computers, and he didn't see why he couldn't just call people into his office, but Fred was insisting he start using e-mails to send out memos. Especially as they began to make more and more changes at Wolfram & Hart.
He had known that taking over a multi-dimensional evil law-firm and trying to turn it into a force for good would be difficult, but he hadn't fully realized just how daunting the task would be until he'd had to try and learn Microsoft Office. At least he'd finally figured out how to get rid of that damn paper-clip.
He was sure he was doing everything right, and yet every time he tried to send out an e-mail it failed. He was just about to admit defeat and call Fred, when she burst into his office with Lorne.
"Angel we're under attack," Fred told him as she rushed to his desk.
"What by who?" he asked, wondering which weapon to go for.
"By fan girls," Lorne said.
"What's a fangurl demon and how do you kill one?" Angel asked even as he grabbed his favorite broadsword. You couldn't really go wrong with a broadsword.
"Not a demon," Lorne explained. "Fan as in fanatic, and girl as in, well not so much girls as well educated, culturally literate, internet savvy, sexually liberated women."
"Huh?" Angel asked. "We're under attack by smart horny women?"
"Hey," Fred objected. "Sexually liberated does not mean. . . I mean. . . that's not the point."
"Okay start from the beginning, what is happening?" Angel asked in frustration.
"Well you see," Fred started. "Back when the original Star Trek aired, you know the one with Kirk and Spock, or I guess I should say Kirk slash Spock-"
"Fred, honey," Lorne interrupted. "We don't have time to explain fanfiction to Angel. Look, it's like this, one of our new clients in the Entertainment Division is run by some Stoltz demons. See they feed off adolescent fantasies and they had this plan to use the internet as a sort of mass harvester, but the fangirls accidentally found FanLib's site and well. . ." Lorne gestured at Angel's computer.
"Well what?" Angel asked, still no closer to understanding what was going on.
"Haven't you noticed that all our e-mail servers have crashed?" Fred asked. "See, the fangirls actually read everything that FanLib put up about their site, even the Terms of Service. I mean the whole internet is based on the fact that no one reads the Terms of Service. Anyway, they found out that Wolfram & Hart represents FanLib, and suddenly we started getting all these long, thought out, e-mail, questions about what our stance on fair usage was, and whether or not FanLib was simply going to turn them all over to the FBI."
"All who?" Angel asked. His head was hurting and we was starting to think that whatever was going on, a sword wasn't going to fix it.
"The fan fic writers," Fred added, as if that should have been obvious. "The point is our e-mail servers can't handle it and it's basically shut us down. You have to do something."
"Do something?" Angel asked. "I don't even understand what is going on?"
Just then Spike ghosted through the door, obviously showing up for his daily haunting/annoying of Angel.
"Morning, Peaches. Manage to paper-cut any demons to death yet?" Spike asked.
"Spike, get out," Angel responded automatically. "I don't have time for your ghost nonsense today."
"You want me out, why not toss me out yourself?" Spike answered angrily. "Oh that's right, you can't because I'm a ghost. And seeing as how being incorporeal prevents me from doing pretty much everything else I like to do, I figured I might as well bother you."
"Boys, boys, boys," Lorne interjected. "Save it for the camera." Both Spike and Angel looked at him confused. "I think I might have found a way to distract the fangirls long enough for us to sort out this mess."
A few hours latter. . .
"Why do I have to stand in front of the pink background?" Spike complained.
"It's simple," Lorne explained. "You're the-" Lorne stopped himself. Explaining to Spike that he had to be "pink guy" because he was smaller would only make this harder. Instead he walked up to Spike and whispered in his ear, "Because everyone knows that 'blue guy' is sexually repressed and has a stick up his you know where."
That made Spike smirk even as Angel yelled in protest, "Hey! I'm a vampire. I can hear you, you know."
Lorne sighed, grateful that they had already taken Angel's picture. It had taken nearly an hour just to get Angel out of his shirt. At least Spike was willing to strip right away.
Spike posed for the picture, and the photographer took a couple shots.
"Explain to me again how a couple pictures are going to help?" Angel asked as he started to put his shirt back on.
"Not so fast with the shirt, Angel cakes," Lorne told him smiling. "There's actually a third picture we have to do."
Angel looked at him quizzically, but considering the way the two males vampires had been eyeing each other as they had undressed, Lorne figured getting the third picture wasn't going to be too hard.
