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crossover_chickPosting at 10:04 because I have BTTF fic for you! Human BTTF fic this time. (I love how I have to specify that now. . .) And it involves one of your favorite activities:
"Oh come on, George! Let go of the side!"
"No," George declared firmly, clinging to the wall of the ice rink like it was a lifeline. Why had he let her talk him into this? They could have been in Lou's Cafe right now, sipping hot chocolates and watching the cars go round the town square. Instead here he was, two razorblades strapped to his feet, standing (or trying to) on a sheet of the slipperiest substance known to man. Whoever invented skating was completely out of their gourd!
Lorraine, of course, seemed immune to the worries plaguing his mind. She skated in slow circles in front of him, shaking her head. "It won't kill you to actually get out onto the ice, you know."
"I don't know, Lorraine," George told her. How could she be so calm? "What if I slip and fall, and the ice breaks? Where will I be then?"
Lorraine huffed, sending a puff of white through the heavy air. "Really, George – you were just fine when I taught you how to play tennis. Even after you smacked yourself in the face with your racket!"
"A busted nose and freezing to death are two very different things, Lorraine!" His foot slid out from under him, and George scrambled to stay upright. "I don't – how am I supposed to actually stay up without something to hold onto?"
Lorraine slid to a stop before him and held out her hands. "No one said you couldn't."
George eyed the proffered appendages. It was nice of her, but. . . . "You're – you're sure I won't just topple over and take you with me?"
Lorraine giggled. "I've been skating for years, Georgie. I'll have you twirling like an expert in no time."
George hesitated a second more. Then, slowly, he pried himself off the wall and took her hands. "Okay. . .but I still think I'm gonna look like an idiot."
"Oh, don't worry about that. You should have seen me my first time."
Yeah, I figured, why not show your fave BTTF couple out on the ice? The idea of George being terrified to let go of the side of the rink before Lorraine finally coaxes him off followed naturally from that. The incident with him smacking himself with his own racket is something I picked up from an old CB fic where Victor was said to have done the same thing playing lawn tennis in the backyard. It felt appropriate. XD Hope you like!
Today was all about rain and football -- Dad was catching up on Wildcard Weekend today, since he was out yesterday working with my uncle. I stayed up here and caught up on Helloween more or less sobbing his way through Sonic Adventures 2 (apparently this is a game with a lot of bad stages and a few sputtering bright spots) and Linkara taking on the origins of NFL Super Pro (weirdly appropriate! Also, NFL Super Pro has legs like toothpicks). Also TV Tropes -- perhaps not my smartest decision, but sometimes the lure of tropes is just too great. I did manage to get the first Winter Bingo card up on my website -- though as you can see, I have to figure out how to change the color of the displayed links. Though maybe just getting the stories up on my website will help. . .we'll see next Sunday.
Also played some Sims 4 -- Victor and Alice are now good friends, both are progressing nicely in their chosen aspirations, and Alice painted Victor at the piano because I thought that would be cute. When I hit them next, they're gonna start with the lovey-dovey. :)
And that's really it for me -- I've got stuff to answer/queue up, so I'll leave you on LilyEnRenn's first illustration for "Forgetting You!" Which -- really provides a lot of non-subtle foreshadowing as to how sad and creepy this fic gets. XD Enjoy, and good night!
"Oh come on, George! Let go of the side!"
"No," George declared firmly, clinging to the wall of the ice rink like it was a lifeline. Why had he let her talk him into this? They could have been in Lou's Cafe right now, sipping hot chocolates and watching the cars go round the town square. Instead here he was, two razorblades strapped to his feet, standing (or trying to) on a sheet of the slipperiest substance known to man. Whoever invented skating was completely out of their gourd!
Lorraine, of course, seemed immune to the worries plaguing his mind. She skated in slow circles in front of him, shaking her head. "It won't kill you to actually get out onto the ice, you know."
"I don't know, Lorraine," George told her. How could she be so calm? "What if I slip and fall, and the ice breaks? Where will I be then?"
Lorraine huffed, sending a puff of white through the heavy air. "Really, George – you were just fine when I taught you how to play tennis. Even after you smacked yourself in the face with your racket!"
"A busted nose and freezing to death are two very different things, Lorraine!" His foot slid out from under him, and George scrambled to stay upright. "I don't – how am I supposed to actually stay up without something to hold onto?"
Lorraine slid to a stop before him and held out her hands. "No one said you couldn't."
George eyed the proffered appendages. It was nice of her, but. . . . "You're – you're sure I won't just topple over and take you with me?"
Lorraine giggled. "I've been skating for years, Georgie. I'll have you twirling like an expert in no time."
George hesitated a second more. Then, slowly, he pried himself off the wall and took her hands. "Okay. . .but I still think I'm gonna look like an idiot."
"Oh, don't worry about that. You should have seen me my first time."
Yeah, I figured, why not show your fave BTTF couple out on the ice? The idea of George being terrified to let go of the side of the rink before Lorraine finally coaxes him off followed naturally from that. The incident with him smacking himself with his own racket is something I picked up from an old CB fic where Victor was said to have done the same thing playing lawn tennis in the backyard. It felt appropriate. XD Hope you like!
Today was all about rain and football -- Dad was catching up on Wildcard Weekend today, since he was out yesterday working with my uncle. I stayed up here and caught up on Helloween more or less sobbing his way through Sonic Adventures 2 (apparently this is a game with a lot of bad stages and a few sputtering bright spots) and Linkara taking on the origins of NFL Super Pro (weirdly appropriate! Also, NFL Super Pro has legs like toothpicks). Also TV Tropes -- perhaps not my smartest decision, but sometimes the lure of tropes is just too great. I did manage to get the first Winter Bingo card up on my website -- though as you can see, I have to figure out how to change the color of the displayed links. Though maybe just getting the stories up on my website will help. . .we'll see next Sunday.
Also played some Sims 4 -- Victor and Alice are now good friends, both are progressing nicely in their chosen aspirations, and Alice painted Victor at the piano because I thought that would be cute. When I hit them next, they're gonna start with the lovey-dovey. :)
And that's really it for me -- I've got stuff to answer/queue up, so I'll leave you on LilyEnRenn's first illustration for "Forgetting You!" Which -- really provides a lot of non-subtle foreshadowing as to how sad and creepy this fic gets. XD Enjoy, and good night!
