Desperate Times, Ramen Noodles by Mel (G)

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Fandom: X-MEN COMICVERSE
Pairing: None
Author on LJ: I'm pretty sure she's pollymel
Author Website: I can't find one, but you can find her stuff archived at various sites.

Why this must be read: Because I purely love it. See, I have a sneaking fondness for a proper self-insertion fic. Not those ridiculous Mary Sues with their perfect hair, but a story where the author shows you their fandom through the eyes of a perfectly normal person. Mel's character Naomi is real, flawed, snarky, and vastly amused by the various X-Men she meets.

This fic has several sequels and I actually think that they get better as they go on. Bits of The Land of the Beautiful People still make me laugh hysterically.

I sat in my hotel room, and considered my options the next morning, I had enough money to live on for about a fortnight and I had to figure out some way of surviving. After a good night's sleep I felt a lot less hopeful about the job, so I began to make a list of places where an accent and a smile would get me a job. Clothes shops, waitressing, pubs, talk-show host ... I was getting a little imaginative when the phone rang. I looked at my watch and calculated, no it probably wasn't going to be any member of my family.

"Hello?" I said curiously.

"Is this Naomi Chandler?" a vaguely familiar voice asked

"Speaking."

"This is Dr Henry McCoy. I was just ringing to inform you that you have the job if you wish," he said.

If I wish? Heck no, I wanted to sell jeans. "Oh, that's good."

"If you wouldn't mind, I would like you to start as soon as possible."

Oh, no, let's wait till I'm completely broke. "Sure, whenever would be convenient for you."

Desperate Times, Ramen Noodles