The panel is cancelled

The moderator cleared his throat over the rambunctious crowd, not doing as good a job of quieting them as he'd like. "Everyone, please! if you don't calm down we're going to have to shut the panel down!" He cried out, his effeminate voice only causing more outbursts. "Alright, I'm really sorry about this but we have to go now," he said, motioning to the gathered cast. They all stood up and sadly walked backstage to a chorus of boos. "Make sure to visit the Nerdist panel tonight at 9PM in Hall H! My guests will be Matt Smith and a plank of wood!" shouted the moderator before following the rest back behind the curtain.

John used his powers to warp himself backstage and looked around. Most of the cast were standing there on their phones, checking their schedules for something to fill their newfound free time. John quickly noticed a distinct lack of Daisy Ridley, and began looking for her. He noticed an open door leading to a green room, quiet save for some soft sobs coming from within.

John entered, and saw Daisy sitting on the couch with her head in her hands. She looked up at him and asked, "What happened out there? Did I do something wrong?" She sniffled and wiped at her cheeks. "Was that my fault?"

John closed the door behind him and joined her on the couch; taking her tiny hands in his. He looked her softly in the eyes and spoke gently, "Oh, Daisy. Of course it was your fault." Daisy choked back a sob at this and asked, "But, why?"

"Clearly the fans just don't like you," John said, letting his power flow. "I have heard that you aren't participating in any community outreach activities."

Her eyes twisted in a confused manner. "I haven't even heard of any of those," she said, the tears stopping for now. "And besides, with my training regimen for the next film, I couldn't possibly have the time."

"And that's exactly your problem," John said condescendingly. "Talking about how hard you're working and how little time you have for yourself, you sound like a pompous bitch who is better than all of those fat, lazy slobs. You need to appeal to them and show that you aren't some stuck up little cunt, or even an equal to them." Daisy wiped her face of the remaining tears and looked at him quizzically. "You need to show them that you are lower down than they are. Someone who is willing to go to any length to please them, no matter how filthy." She sat back into the couch at this, thinking hard about her new mindset. A knock at the door snapped her out of her deliberation, and she looked to see who had entered.