Xumanji, Legendary Game 8/?
Xumanji, Legendary Game 8/?
Author: Tohonomike email@example.com
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners...it will start off with the Joss/ME characters, though any other characters aren’t mine either and real-life folks are clearly not mine. NO money is involved. None are mine. This includes crossovers or at least mentions of The Lost World, Allan Quartermain, League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, HG Wells’ War of the Worlds, John Carter of Mars, and Tarzan… none of which I own, but encourage you to spend money on to support those who do.
This is dedicated to those of you who watch the show.
October 31st, 1996 – 9:00 PM
Chris Epps, Jonathan and Amy wandered into the library dressed in dark-blue form-fitting costumes, the three looking the worse for wear but still curious as to the odd group of strangers with their friends and the librarian guy.
Willow turned to their friends, and became concerned.
“Are you guys alright? What happened?” she managed, years of Willow-Babblers Anonymous paying off so that all could understand her. She noted the three teens were a bit reticent to say anything in front of strangers, and even Mr. Giles. Jonathan held up his hand, palm up, and flame arose from it.
“Well, somehow we, uh, became our costumes, three of the Fantastic Four, and some of the stuff stayed when we became ourselves again.”
“A-anyone hurt, Jonathan?” Giles asked, remembering that Chaos magic could be quite fickle in nature, though rarely permanent.
Amy shook her head, a lush blonde now, “No Dr. Giles, Johnny and I are fine, though Reed—I mean Chris, keeps wandering off mentally.”
The once—Mr. Fantastic looked up, “Oh. I’m sorry. I was just theorizing on the possible energies required, and quantities, to not only achieve such changes in us, but to do so in such a way that we would for the most part return to our previous selves after a set period of time.”
“Oh,” Xander remarked. “I see. He’s not just Willow-Smart, but he has a far better vocabulary. We’re doomed.”
“Alexander,” Giles admonished, raising an eyebrow, “Chaos Magic is not usually a laughing matter. Now, I see that Mr. Levinson has some control of fire, and Mr. Epps is even more scientifically-oriented than previously. Now, Miss Madison, you…”
The Watcher and others started in surprise as she faded out.
“Good Lord, you’re invisible,” he began, only to see her come back into focus. “And, and now you’re not.”
“Yeah, and I have some pretty good tech memories, but that’s it luckily. But it looks like all of my magic is gone, and only some of the psionic ability left. Though it’s really weird that I’m dating Victor and not married to Reed.”
Giles looked blank, “I-I have no idea what you’re talking about. Alexander? Willow?”
Xander smiled, “The Invisible Girl in the comics was married to Dr. Reed Richards, Johnny was her brother, and Victor Von Doom a former suitor and enemy. Jesse for Halloween I’m guessing dressed as Victor Von Doom.”
“Lord Doom, or Doctor, will suffice Alexander,” Jesse McNally mock-self-deprecatingly intoned as he entered, in better physical shape than before and almost able to make a cape look very cool. He then sighed as he came up next to Amy. “Are you alright…Amy? I have a head full of weird stuff, and I might have an idea for a cheap superconductor. That’s it, you?”
“It’s like being Sue Richards, but with you instead of…Chris.” The girls sighed, “But I’m okay with that as long as you’re not evil…”
“No, other than maybe doing better in school, I think my booming voice is all I got out of it.”
“Good,” a voice from nowhere seemed to come as Marcie Ross with similar changes as Amy came to the foreground, in more ways than one. “Because I seem to have your magic, the same clothes sizes and a strong attraction to Chris.”
“Good Lord,” most of the Challenger Expedition agreed with Giles.
“Definitely not Doom, then,” Regan Riff said, and those who knew her were amazed that her from had changed only slightly, but was impeccably dressed with *lots* of perfect red hair.
Jonathan Levinson looked over at his friend, “Wow! You look a lot like Brenda Starr now, Regan.”
“Yeah, and for now at least, I still know how to shop and dress properly,” she smiled back, enjoying a compliment of the type she’d almost never imagined receiving. “And while only *barely* hour-glassy, I’m in way better shape.”
Giles turned to his two interns, shrugging his inability to truly fathom all of the comic-level implications. Willow took pity on his discomfort.
“Brenda Starr, ace reporter for the New York Flash. Circulation for about sixty years I think. Capable career-woman, beautiful and goes through a bunch of tragic romances. Smart, but not a super hero. She got to keep her clothes on in the comics.”
“Oh, I do remember a film about ten or so years ago…a, a Timothy Dalton one, though I don’t remember the actress.”
Regan smiled, “Brooke Shields, Mr. Giles. As Brenda Starr. But anyway, we all know that Willow and Xander seem to know a *lot* about this type of stuff, but since this is real…maybe someone should explain all of the coincidences in their hobbies and how this ties in?”
And all eyes pretty much turned to the three ‘in the know….’