“Ick!” Walker exclaimed. “Not of general interest.”
“Aquiline eyes?” I said.
“I don’t know,” Michael said. “I’m dying to find out what the sinister magician’s up to, aren’t you, Meg?”
“I do not do slash,” Walker said. “Maybe it’s a character flaw, but I just can’t deal with it.”
“Would someone mind explaining all this?” Foley said.
Maggie and Michael collapsed in giggles. Even Walker looked mildly amused. Foley looked at me. Was I doomed to spend the entire weekend explaining TV fandom to the police?
“I’d be happy to explain if I knew what was going on,” I said. “Why are you all sitting around reading fan fic?”
“I asked Ms. West to explain something one of my officers overheard in the hallway,” Foley said, “and the next thing I know, I’m standing here listening to them read me bits of badly written erotica.”
“He wanted to know what slash was,” Maggie said, fighting laughter. “So we were showing him.”
“I came in late,” Walker said. “I thought you were doing ordinary fan fic.”
Foley sighed, and looked at me.
“After the fans have watched every single episode of Porfiria about seventeen times, some of them write their own stories,” I said, “set in the same universe, using the same characters.”
“As they understand them,” Michael said.
“That’s what you call fan fiction,” I said. “Or fan fic for short.”
“Are they allowed to do that?” Foley said, frowning.
“Bingo!” Walker exclaimed.
“Technically, no,” I said. “Technically, Miss WynncliffeJones owns—well, owned, anyway—not just the show but the characters, setting—everything.”
“I own them,” Michael muttered, but so softly that I wasn’t sure anyone else heard him.
“And if you want to use them in any way, shape, or form you need her permission or you’re in violation of copyright or trademark, I forget which,” I continued. “Say a toy manufacturer wants to do an action figure like this one of Walker,” I said, picking up a six-inch plastic toy that Walker had apparently been playing with. “Before they can do it, they have to get Miss Wynncliffe-Jones’s permission. Or her heirs’ permission from now on. Nice likeness, by the way,” I said, holding it out to Walker.
“Keep it,” he said, folding my fingers around the doll. “I put myself entirely in your hands. Be gentle with me.”
“Watch it,” Michael said. “My aquiline eye is on you.”
“And how rigorously is this enforced?” Foley asked,
“Speaking completely unofficially,” I said, “since unlike anyone else at this table, I have no actual connection to the show—”
Maggie laughed at that, and Michael and Walker looked sheepish.
“As long as they aren’t blatant about it, no one really cares, as far as I can see,” I said. “If you come home from the movies and fantasize that you’re hunting for the lost ark with Indiana Jones, or maybe playing one of the lead roles in Body Heat, who cares? It’s harmless.”
“And it sells tickets,” Maggie said.
“And if you’re a would-be writer, and you want to put your wish fulfillment down on paper, again—who cares? But at some point, if you start passing it out to other people and putting it up on web sites, and even selling it, the production company has to do something or risk losing their rights.”
“It’s a little hard to see how anything like that could steal the show’s thunder,” Foley said.
“No, but what if some other production company wants to do a Porfiria movie?” I said. “They’d have to pay through the nose for the rights—unless they can prove that the QB hadn’t done anything to defend her ownership. So, petty as it sounds, by law, unless she wants to let some big crook take advantage of her, she has to slap around all the harmless little fans who are only having fun playing with characters they adore.”
“But she doesn’t want to slap them around,” Maggie said. “For one thing, it creates ill will, and for another, who wants to pay a bunch of lawyers to do it?”
“So nobody’s going to search every booth in the dealers’ room to see if some of them might be selling fan fic,” I said. “As long as they’re discreet, they can do whatever they want.”
“Except hand it to us,” Michael said. “Technically, we’re employees of the production company. We’re not supposed to look at the stuff. Because as long as the company doesn’t officially know it exists, it doesn’t have to do anything.”