((Collab Post between many people))
Note: The primary conceit of this piece is that The Gifted is a TV Show and all the characters are actors. Also, this work is for the sake of my sanity; or what's left of it, anyway.
Three people sat across a table; the first one was a man with greying red hair and bright green eyes, clad in a suit, a 13-year old with blue eyes, dark brown hair, and clad in a T-shirt and jeans, and finally, a black-haired, red-eyed (it was contacts) woman with a beautiful hourglass figure, clad in a red dress that left little to the imagination. All three were browsing through a pile of letters, before the middle-aged man spoke, in a voice that resembled one of those guys in the West Wing:
"Greetings, Ladies and Gentlemen, this is actor George Maxwell, Eden Verne Wells, and Isabella...York, and this is..."
"The Gifted Mailbag!"
"Where we answer your fanmail!" said Eden. Everyone clapped.
"Now, the first letter," said George calmly. He said:
Dear Gifted Crew, Cedric's death was sooo powerful and tearjerky! That said, though, will his actor be apperaring in any capacity after this?
"Sadly," spoke Eden, "we don't think so. Also, aren't Isaac, Alto, Ann, Ariadne, and Camille - the actors - supposed to be here as well?"
"They're probably busy talking about what swimsuits to wear for the Beach Arc," said Isabella. "Anyway, next letter!"
Dear Gifted Crew, Jaden is right; Isabella's so shallow a kiddy pool looks like the Marianas Trench compared to her; I mean, gaining Illegal Stuff Ptd's ire just to get a sex slave?
"Oi, you what?!" Alto's actor shouted, appearing suddenly. He skidded to a halt just before he hit the sofas as the crowd started to laugh politely. "I didn't hear about this!"
"It was Scriptwriter Letter Bee's idea," spoke the real Isabella, "apparently, he wants to be artsy and show how my character is ultimately self-destructive, like one of those Greek Tragedies, only the character is completely and utterly unsympatethic. I'm concerned though that he may be portraying sex itself as evil, but that's just me. Anyway, his plan was for Isabella - the character - to 'do things' with Alto should Jenni, John, and the Chimera capture him, but as always, he's hiding whether it would succeed or not."
"That's just... really weird." Alto said, leaning on Eden's couch with a disapproving look on his face, "He knows that Sal and Con are like, 12, right?"
"Sal and Con?" asked Eden.
"Alto's Symbiotes," said George. "And I think Scriptwriter Bee forgot about those two's existence." He then took out a cellphone and began to talk to someone, said someone who began spazzing when George mentioned Sal and Con.
"Oops," said George, "it seems that Bee really did forget about their existence. Let's just say that he's vomiting right now. Next letter!"
"I really wish we could keep the pranking to a minimum." Isaac's actor sighed as he entered the stage.
He flopped down onto the couch next to Alto, sinking backwards.
"The possibility of being sued might get higher soon..." Isaac said wearily.
He perked up quickly and picked up another letter.
"Well, there's a time for everything. Now's the time to read some letters!" Isaac said. "Let's see..."
Dear Gifted crew, please stop giving us hell. Sincerely, special effects crew.
"We're sorry," said Eden sincerely. "Anyway, the Beach Arc would be less stressful on your computers, don't worry. Also, next question:"
Dear Gifted Crew, you should totally, like, do a crossover with Dr. Who! Also, question: who will win in a match: Patel, or Dalek Sec?
"Oh come on now, that's easy." Alto said, "Yeah, Dalek guy's got a lazer and an army of other guys with lazers (Actually, it ws like three other guys last time I checked and then he died so I suppose that hardly counts), but Patel could probably just kill them all before they could see him." He looked down at his watch suddenly. "Oh shoot, gotta go pick them up. I'll be back!" He ran out of sight and the slamming of a door could be heard as a car revved and sped out of the parking lot behind the studio.
Isaac stared after him, wondering where he went.
"That was... weird." Isaac said. "At any rate, I'd also put my money on Patel, but I don't know. You have to factor in the force he can exert using his invisible tentacles opposed to how tough Dalekanium is, and also how much his tentacles can take from dalek lasers. You also gotta think about whether Patel's arms can be damaged at all and what he does if they're cut off..."
"NEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRDDDDD!!!" a familiar voice came out of the many speakers in the studio, and out of nowhere, Camille's actor popped out from behind the scenes, ready to falcon punch Isaac's actor across the face. But of couse it was just a feint for the viewers as the little actor sat down on an empty couch, making herself as comfy as possible.
"Pfffff, just like your character, you just keep saying random gibberish until we die, just like Patel!" she'd tease the nerdy actor playing the nerdy villain.
Isaac sighed in exasperation. He really couldn't deal with the small actor.
"Look, someone has to worry about that stuff. There wouldn't be any interesting people without boring people."
"More stuff!" said Eden, "also, we're passing over the five-letter limit here!" And with that, he began to read:
Dear Gifted Crew, you should totally like, do a movie! Also, have Haley Atwell star in it! As well as that hot chick who played Black Widow! And for added fun, have Tom Hiddleston seduce Isabella and Jade - Jaden's female form!
"Isn't the gifted basically just a series of movies anyway?" Isaac asked.
"Wait, Haley Atwell? Seriously? What is this supposed to mean?" Camille's actor look unsettled
"No seriously, George, what the hell? Why is our fandom like this?!" she was obviously a little angry about this.
"Jeez this isn't Captain America, we're all proud triple A actors, BRO! What you're saying doesn't mean ANYTHING! GOD DAMN IT WE'LL DO IT LIVE RIGHT NOW! THE MOVIE WE'LL DO IT LIVE!!" she'd scream in a random fit of rage. She did not like Haley Atwell.
"Camille," said George, "Any large fandom is filled with its share of...weird people. And by that, let's just say that in the dark corners of the fandom, there lie those who believe in meaningless crossovers, implausible pairings, and, of course, the strong conviction that they know better than the original creators; the fandom is a scary place."
"Seriously, calm down." Isaac said, grabbing Camille.
He lifted her up into the air, away from his face as she raged.
"Honestly, we can do a movie at any time, but you should really do something about your anger." Isaac said. "You really shouldn't hate other actors, or at least, you shouldn't reveal that you do in public."
"LET GO! You're messing with a superstar ya' know!" with a little kicking and screaming, she calmed down and puffed one of her cheeks. "Ey' Isaac, you're be lying to yourself if you'd truly mean that you gave two shits about Atwell. I mean c'm--"
Camille was cut off as almost every fan girl in the room screemed at the top of their lungs, Vince didn't need to say any thing, he casually walked onto the stage. Giving the occasionally wave and smile he raised the bar with a wink that likely caused more than a few people to faint.
"Cer's actor was going to be here but she's a little offended that no one asked about Avarice. She's such a kid sometimes. Not as bad as you though." He pointed to Camille then looking back at the audience "You guys understand why that can't happen but I love the imagination."
"Okay," spoke George, "we're running out of time. Can we wrap this up...actually, Vince, can you carry Camille out of the stage?"
"Vince!" A rather British voice called from the side of the stage before Olivia awkardly ran on stage, stumbling for a second in her heels before kicking them off and hopping down beside George. "Have you read the fanfiction after that last episode? I thought there'd be a load of you and me but nope, the fangirls have paved the way again - they're now shipping you and Elijah, apparently? Also Camille, come over here and stop bothering poor Isaac!" Her tone was critical, almost motherly as she frowned at the young girl and patted a place for her on the seat.
Tsch, not that surprised, is there a character I haven't been paired with yet?" He sighed and gave the audience a dissapointed look, "Sure thing George, sorry Olivia, I told them that a younger actor wasn't the way to go but what would I know about casting?" He chuckled and before Camille could escape he grabbed her by the waste and slung her over his shoulder, not very delicately and left the stage, to the general dissapointment of the fans...