Giritinuvielwen – let's call her Giri, despite (or perhaps
because of) the fact that this would give her conniptions – was unaccustomedly
nervous as she stepped from the grass of Dalek-occupied Earth into the huge,
glass-fronted building. She wasn't used to such trepidation, since she was a
Mary-Sue, and therefore perfect in every way (including 'perfectly in
control'). In this case, though, she wasn't in a story of her own devising, or
one written for her. She was in the lobby of Dreams Come True, Inc, the largest
and oldest surviving Mary-Sue Factory – and headquarters of the Venomous
Tentacula's League of Mary-Sue Factories. In short, she was outnumbered,
outclassed, and (she began to feel), hideously outdated.
The attendant behind the desk – a factory Sue whose creation
had gone awry, one of the colourless creatures known as Defectives – listened
carefully and with obvious disinterest to Giri's explanation of her presence.
Then, almost Sue-like in her languor, she pointed down one of the Factory's
many corridors.
"The Venomous Tentacula's office is that way," she
said. "The others are already there."
"Others? What others?" Giri demanded, but the
Defective didn't even bother to acknowledge the question. Giri thought about
grabbing her, forcing some answers out of her – but no, wanton violence was
Celia's field. Better to stick to her strengths: her brain.
