Merry Christmas!
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crossover_chickIt's been very low-key Christmas over here, but I did get some nice things from the parents:
-->The gum from last night (stocking stuffer staple)
-->A Burt's Bees strawberry-flavored lip balm (also a stocking stuffer staple, and something I always need in winter)
-->A box of Ferrero Rocher (aka, that candy that looks really fancy but is in fact filled with NUTELLA -- no, seriously, look at its Wikipedia article; still tasty as hell though)
-->The BTTF soundtrack on CD (I only had Part III on CD before)
-->A Discworld 2017 calendar (I didn't even know they made one! :D)
-->Two new bras (this is very important as I had only one "good" one left, and those suckers are EXPENSIVE)
-->A new purple sweater
-->Two new pairs of pajamas (one thicker, one thinner, both purple; also a very important present as one of my old pairs has been worn to almost literal shreds and another is waaay too short in the legs)
-->New slippers (because, like one pair of pajamas above, I'd worn the old ones down to pieces -- both had big holes in them by the time I got to throw them out today)
So yeah, a fairly practical Christmas. Nothing wrong with that -- and, of course, I have my birthday to look forward to as well. :)
Right now, though, I have a few presents to give out! My tumblr stories are all set, but the I have to cover my DW peeps too. So, without further ado:
Of all the things Marty had expected when he stepped into his quarters at Starfleet Academy, finding his new roommate waist-deep in some giant conglomeration of metal, wires, and various beeping things hadn't been one of them. "Uh. . . ."
A lanky hand shot out of the mess. "Hand me that screwdriver over there, will you?"
"Over where?" Marty asked, before spotting the shelf laden with tools nearby. "Oh, wait, okay. . .you want the -- holy crap, is that a Phillip's head? I've only seen those in history books!"
"Wouldn't believe what I had to do to get my hands on one," his roomie said, sounding deeply pleased with himself. "Worth it, though." The hand clapped itself. "Toss it over here."
Marty put the piece of history with the bright yellow plastic handle into the waiting palm. "You one of those steam- or dieselpunks?" he asked, curious.
"I guess so," his roomie admitted. "Though I don't tend to limit myself to any one time period in particular. Once rebuilt a first generation iPad Mini just to see if I could." There was a soft chuckle. "Maybe you could call me a general 'retropunk.'"
"Cool," Marty said, laughing along. He squinted into a gap in the tangle, trying to make out his roomie's face. "So what's this thing supposed to be?"
"Hopefully, a device to measure temporal fluctuation." The legs wriggled backward, and a tall young man with reddish-brown hair all in a frizz appeared. "Time travel's been an interest of mine for a few years now, and after that business with Captain Kirk, Nero, and Ambassador Spock, I think we could all use an early warning system for people causing potential changes to the timeline."
"I'm for it," Marty said, shivering as he remembered the reports coming back -- almost an entire graduating class wiped out, along with pretty much the entire Vulcan race. "That shit gave me nightmares about going back in time and accidentally wiping out my whole family."
"Mine were about temporal wars -- governments from all over the galaxy erasing their opponents from existence before they could become a threat," the young man admitted, running his fingers through his hair. This did absolutely nothing to neaten it. "Fortunately no one's invented the pocket black hole yet."
"Yeah." Marty offered his hand. "Okay, enough of the downbeat stuff. I'm Marty McFly."
"Emmett Brown," the man replied, shaking it. "As you might expect, I'm here for engineering."
"Heh, yeah -- I'm aiming for a helmsman position," Marty told him, grinning. "Dreamed of flying a starship all my life."
Emmett returned the smile. "Now a good time to mention I build my own hoverbikes?"
Marty snorted. "Yeah, I think we're gonna get along just fine."
I knew I wanted to do something related to your new X-Men/Star Trek Verse, but I wasn't sure if I could handle the actual Star Trek characters. But then I realized, hey, it's a crossover already, sooooo. . . Have some Doc and Marty enrolling in the Academy! I might be off with the screwdriver joke, but I imagine the future of Trek has some more advanced tools -- or at least, fewer things that need to be screwed together. Marty's nightmares are a clear nod to the movie, while Emmett's nightmares regarding "temporal wars" come from an issue of the comic, where 60s Doc, having been contacted to provide time travel tech to the government, has a dream about basically that exact thing. And of course in the game Emmett's building flying cars and musing about how to make the hoverboard, so having him build hoverbikes was a given. XD Sorry I couldn't find a way to work the mutation angle in, but I imagine Emmett is some form of technopath. Enjoy!
A shrill whistle pierced the sky. Ferdinand looked up from his feeder, then bounded his way over to his master, wings fluttering in a curious parody of a wagging tail. "Hello, Ferdy," Victor said, greeting his steed with a nervous smile.
Ferdy yipped and "licked" him with his proboscis. Victor chuckled and rubbed his head between the feelers. "Yes, yes, I'm happy to see you too. . . . I, er, need to introduce you to someone."
Ferdy yipped again, multifaceted eyes catching the light and turning into a gleaming rainbow. "There was a recent addition to the family, you see," Victor explained, twisting his fingers together. "Someone whom we like very much, but. . .well, it's not right to make it official without seeing how you'll get along." He swallowed and turned his head back toward the house. "All right, Alice, let him out!"
There was the creak of a door being opened -- and then a beige and white blur shot outside, yapping all the while. Ferdinand barked and bounced away. "Easy, boy!"
The blur ran around Ferdy's legs, then stopped to sniff at one, revealing itself to be a little dog with big batlike ears, four stumpy paws, and a stubby tail going a mile a minute. Victor scooped him up and held him close, absently tracing over the crooked white streak on the pup's beige forehead. "Ferdinand -- this is Lightning."
Giant butterfly and tiny dog regarded each other curiously. Then Ferdinand's proboscis flicked out and swirled the fur on Lightning's face. Lightning yapped and tried his best to lick him back, tail thudding against Victor's arm. Victor grinned. "So you like each other?"
The proboscis made a brief detour toward Lightning's rear. "I'll take that as a yes," Victor laughed. "Good -- I had no idea how we'd keep him out of the yard otherwise."
With you, I know to go Secundus-verse -- preferably, featuring Ferdinand. This year, I decided, "Well, I've been meaning to write something introducing Butterfly Boy's RP dog Lightning into the fanfic verse -- why not something with Ferdy getting to know the new pet?" And so this was born. I think they're rather cute together, don't you? XD (And yes, that title was supposed to be a bit of a fake-out. Because I'm slightly evil that way.)
"You know, anyone who saw you here last year wouldn't think you were the same person."
George grinned as he zipped around the curve of the rink, hand in hand with his girlfriend. "Just goes to show what a bunch of lessons with a lovely lady will do, huh?"
Lorraine blushed under her scarf. "Stop it. But yeah, I told you it wasn't so scary. You just have to know what you're doing."
"Right!" George glanced across the expanse of ice. The rink was reasonably busy today, but there was a nice clear spot right in the center. . . . "Here, watch this," he said, pulling them to the wall and gliding to a stop.
Lorraine frowned curiously at him. "George, what are you doing?"
"You'll see." He gave her a quick kiss, then -- after waiting a moment for a mother to pull her wobbly-kneed son past -- shot out to the empty space, sending a spray of frost up in his wake. He circled the middle of the rink a few times, building up his confidence. . .took a deep breath. . .then bent his knees and leapt.
For a few precious seconds, he was suspended in midair, skates spread majestically, soaring over the ice -- then he came down, and his right foot promptly went in the opposite direction from his left. "Ahh! Whoa, whoa -- aaaaah!"
His tailbone met the ice with a heavy bump, sending shockwaves right up his spine. "George!"
Lorraine wove her way around another couple and slid up to him in a crouch. "Are you all right?"
"Ow. . ." George rubbed his lower back, wishing he could move his hand farther south but not daring to. "Wow, never knew ice was that hard. . .so much for impressing you."
Lorraine smiled and kissed his cheek. "Hey, it was pretty darn good before you came down. Certainly better than the first jump I tried."
"Really?"
"Yeah -- remember when I had to come to school with that bandage over my nose?"
"Oooooh. . . ."
Have a sequel to your birthday fic! I figure, if it's ice skating, you have to like it. XD I decided it would be nice to see George with a little more confidence on the ice. Even if he's not ready for the big showy jumps yet, at least he can get around the rink with more ease. And now he knows he isn't going to smash right through the ice if he falls. :p And of course Lorraine will always be there to help pick him back up. <3
"It's not fair!"
James reluctantly turned to regard the ten-year-old standing behind him. "What's not fair this time?"
"How come all of your Pokemon want to stick around you?" Ash demanded, fists balled. "Every time they got one of mine out of the -- uh -- soup, they ran away! All I've got now is Pikachu!"
"Well, maybe they didn't like you very much," Jessie deadpanned as she folded up some more
bandages.
"Yours shouldn't like you either! You're Team Rocket! You're the bad guys!"
"Not anymore we're not," James pointed out. Mimey (they were still trying to think up a better name) tugged on his pants leg, and he crouched down and picked him up. "And I've seen you with your Pokemon, Ash. You weren't very nice to them."
"Sure I was! Better than you, anyway!"
"Don't know about that, squirt," Jessie said, leaning on the pile of linen. "Gotta be a reason Pikachu zaps you all the time."
"You know, we never left our Pokemon behind unless we had to," James added. "From what I hear, you were stuffing them in PCs almost as fast as you got 'em."
"I had to catch 'em all! Professor Oak told me so!"
"Bet Professor Oak also told you the only way to catch 'em was to beat 'em up."
"Well, yeah," Ash said, rolling his eyes. "What was I supposed to do? Walk up and ask?"
"That's how I got most of mine."
Ash blinked. ". . .Wha?"
"Yeah -- just asked if they wanted to tag along," James continued, relishing the look of bemusement on his former enemy's face. "Heck, we never even properly caught Meowth -- he just decided to hang around with us."
"Mimey there even caught himself for James," Jessie added, giggling. "Remember that? You went to see your grandparents, and he almost threw himself in the ball."
"Yeah, I had no idea what to -- Ash?"
Ash didn't respond, staring blankly into space. James waved a hand in front of the frozen boy. "Uh, I think we broke him."
"Give him a minute -- he'll reset," Jessie said, going back to her folding. "And if not, we'll test the medicinal properties of a bucket of cold water over the head."
Here's my take on the whole "Ash meets Team Rocket again in Hogwarts after his portion of the time soup is folded into the new reality." I just really liked the idea of Ash going "Blue Screen of Death" after hearing that James caught all his Pokemon by politely asking. Maybe you can consider this a sort of prequel to the dust-up that eventually occurs with Ash demanding that Team Rocket's Pokemon be taken away. I don't know how well I got the voices, but hopefully it's acceptable. (And no, Jessie didn't actually dump water over his head. Was damn tempted, though.)
Okay, that's everything for now! I'll probably have another mini-update later. . .I'm gonna go play some Vampire: The Masquerade -- Bloodlines, then see what's up with tumblr and watch some Helloween. Later all!
-->The gum from last night (stocking stuffer staple)
-->A Burt's Bees strawberry-flavored lip balm (also a stocking stuffer staple, and something I always need in winter)
-->A box of Ferrero Rocher (aka, that candy that looks really fancy but is in fact filled with NUTELLA -- no, seriously, look at its Wikipedia article; still tasty as hell though)
-->The BTTF soundtrack on CD (I only had Part III on CD before)
-->A Discworld 2017 calendar (I didn't even know they made one! :D)
-->Two new bras (this is very important as I had only one "good" one left, and those suckers are EXPENSIVE)
-->A new purple sweater
-->Two new pairs of pajamas (one thicker, one thinner, both purple; also a very important present as one of my old pairs has been worn to almost literal shreds and another is waaay too short in the legs)
-->New slippers (because, like one pair of pajamas above, I'd worn the old ones down to pieces -- both had big holes in them by the time I got to throw them out today)
So yeah, a fairly practical Christmas. Nothing wrong with that -- and, of course, I have my birthday to look forward to as well. :)
Right now, though, I have a few presents to give out! My tumblr stories are all set, but the I have to cover my DW peeps too. So, without further ado:
Of all the things Marty had expected when he stepped into his quarters at Starfleet Academy, finding his new roommate waist-deep in some giant conglomeration of metal, wires, and various beeping things hadn't been one of them. "Uh. . . ."
A lanky hand shot out of the mess. "Hand me that screwdriver over there, will you?"
"Over where?" Marty asked, before spotting the shelf laden with tools nearby. "Oh, wait, okay. . .you want the -- holy crap, is that a Phillip's head? I've only seen those in history books!"
"Wouldn't believe what I had to do to get my hands on one," his roomie said, sounding deeply pleased with himself. "Worth it, though." The hand clapped itself. "Toss it over here."
Marty put the piece of history with the bright yellow plastic handle into the waiting palm. "You one of those steam- or dieselpunks?" he asked, curious.
"I guess so," his roomie admitted. "Though I don't tend to limit myself to any one time period in particular. Once rebuilt a first generation iPad Mini just to see if I could." There was a soft chuckle. "Maybe you could call me a general 'retropunk.'"
"Cool," Marty said, laughing along. He squinted into a gap in the tangle, trying to make out his roomie's face. "So what's this thing supposed to be?"
"Hopefully, a device to measure temporal fluctuation." The legs wriggled backward, and a tall young man with reddish-brown hair all in a frizz appeared. "Time travel's been an interest of mine for a few years now, and after that business with Captain Kirk, Nero, and Ambassador Spock, I think we could all use an early warning system for people causing potential changes to the timeline."
"I'm for it," Marty said, shivering as he remembered the reports coming back -- almost an entire graduating class wiped out, along with pretty much the entire Vulcan race. "That shit gave me nightmares about going back in time and accidentally wiping out my whole family."
"Mine were about temporal wars -- governments from all over the galaxy erasing their opponents from existence before they could become a threat," the young man admitted, running his fingers through his hair. This did absolutely nothing to neaten it. "Fortunately no one's invented the pocket black hole yet."
"Yeah." Marty offered his hand. "Okay, enough of the downbeat stuff. I'm Marty McFly."
"Emmett Brown," the man replied, shaking it. "As you might expect, I'm here for engineering."
"Heh, yeah -- I'm aiming for a helmsman position," Marty told him, grinning. "Dreamed of flying a starship all my life."
Emmett returned the smile. "Now a good time to mention I build my own hoverbikes?"
Marty snorted. "Yeah, I think we're gonna get along just fine."
I knew I wanted to do something related to your new X-Men/Star Trek Verse, but I wasn't sure if I could handle the actual Star Trek characters. But then I realized, hey, it's a crossover already, sooooo. . . Have some Doc and Marty enrolling in the Academy! I might be off with the screwdriver joke, but I imagine the future of Trek has some more advanced tools -- or at least, fewer things that need to be screwed together. Marty's nightmares are a clear nod to the movie, while Emmett's nightmares regarding "temporal wars" come from an issue of the comic, where 60s Doc, having been contacted to provide time travel tech to the government, has a dream about basically that exact thing. And of course in the game Emmett's building flying cars and musing about how to make the hoverboard, so having him build hoverbikes was a given. XD Sorry I couldn't find a way to work the mutation angle in, but I imagine Emmett is some form of technopath. Enjoy!
A shrill whistle pierced the sky. Ferdinand looked up from his feeder, then bounded his way over to his master, wings fluttering in a curious parody of a wagging tail. "Hello, Ferdy," Victor said, greeting his steed with a nervous smile.
Ferdy yipped and "licked" him with his proboscis. Victor chuckled and rubbed his head between the feelers. "Yes, yes, I'm happy to see you too. . . . I, er, need to introduce you to someone."
Ferdy yipped again, multifaceted eyes catching the light and turning into a gleaming rainbow. "There was a recent addition to the family, you see," Victor explained, twisting his fingers together. "Someone whom we like very much, but. . .well, it's not right to make it official without seeing how you'll get along." He swallowed and turned his head back toward the house. "All right, Alice, let him out!"
There was the creak of a door being opened -- and then a beige and white blur shot outside, yapping all the while. Ferdinand barked and bounced away. "Easy, boy!"
The blur ran around Ferdy's legs, then stopped to sniff at one, revealing itself to be a little dog with big batlike ears, four stumpy paws, and a stubby tail going a mile a minute. Victor scooped him up and held him close, absently tracing over the crooked white streak on the pup's beige forehead. "Ferdinand -- this is Lightning."
Giant butterfly and tiny dog regarded each other curiously. Then Ferdinand's proboscis flicked out and swirled the fur on Lightning's face. Lightning yapped and tried his best to lick him back, tail thudding against Victor's arm. Victor grinned. "So you like each other?"
The proboscis made a brief detour toward Lightning's rear. "I'll take that as a yes," Victor laughed. "Good -- I had no idea how we'd keep him out of the yard otherwise."
With you, I know to go Secundus-verse -- preferably, featuring Ferdinand. This year, I decided, "Well, I've been meaning to write something introducing Butterfly Boy's RP dog Lightning into the fanfic verse -- why not something with Ferdy getting to know the new pet?" And so this was born. I think they're rather cute together, don't you? XD (And yes, that title was supposed to be a bit of a fake-out. Because I'm slightly evil that way.)
"You know, anyone who saw you here last year wouldn't think you were the same person."
George grinned as he zipped around the curve of the rink, hand in hand with his girlfriend. "Just goes to show what a bunch of lessons with a lovely lady will do, huh?"
Lorraine blushed under her scarf. "Stop it. But yeah, I told you it wasn't so scary. You just have to know what you're doing."
"Right!" George glanced across the expanse of ice. The rink was reasonably busy today, but there was a nice clear spot right in the center. . . . "Here, watch this," he said, pulling them to the wall and gliding to a stop.
Lorraine frowned curiously at him. "George, what are you doing?"
"You'll see." He gave her a quick kiss, then -- after waiting a moment for a mother to pull her wobbly-kneed son past -- shot out to the empty space, sending a spray of frost up in his wake. He circled the middle of the rink a few times, building up his confidence. . .took a deep breath. . .then bent his knees and leapt.
For a few precious seconds, he was suspended in midair, skates spread majestically, soaring over the ice -- then he came down, and his right foot promptly went in the opposite direction from his left. "Ahh! Whoa, whoa -- aaaaah!"
His tailbone met the ice with a heavy bump, sending shockwaves right up his spine. "George!"
Lorraine wove her way around another couple and slid up to him in a crouch. "Are you all right?"
"Ow. . ." George rubbed his lower back, wishing he could move his hand farther south but not daring to. "Wow, never knew ice was that hard. . .so much for impressing you."
Lorraine smiled and kissed his cheek. "Hey, it was pretty darn good before you came down. Certainly better than the first jump I tried."
"Really?"
"Yeah -- remember when I had to come to school with that bandage over my nose?"
"Oooooh. . . ."
Have a sequel to your birthday fic! I figure, if it's ice skating, you have to like it. XD I decided it would be nice to see George with a little more confidence on the ice. Even if he's not ready for the big showy jumps yet, at least he can get around the rink with more ease. And now he knows he isn't going to smash right through the ice if he falls. :p And of course Lorraine will always be there to help pick him back up. <3
"It's not fair!"
James reluctantly turned to regard the ten-year-old standing behind him. "What's not fair this time?"
"How come all of your Pokemon want to stick around you?" Ash demanded, fists balled. "Every time they got one of mine out of the -- uh -- soup, they ran away! All I've got now is Pikachu!"
"Well, maybe they didn't like you very much," Jessie deadpanned as she folded up some more
bandages.
"Yours shouldn't like you either! You're Team Rocket! You're the bad guys!"
"Not anymore we're not," James pointed out. Mimey (they were still trying to think up a better name) tugged on his pants leg, and he crouched down and picked him up. "And I've seen you with your Pokemon, Ash. You weren't very nice to them."
"Sure I was! Better than you, anyway!"
"Don't know about that, squirt," Jessie said, leaning on the pile of linen. "Gotta be a reason Pikachu zaps you all the time."
"You know, we never left our Pokemon behind unless we had to," James added. "From what I hear, you were stuffing them in PCs almost as fast as you got 'em."
"I had to catch 'em all! Professor Oak told me so!"
"Bet Professor Oak also told you the only way to catch 'em was to beat 'em up."
"Well, yeah," Ash said, rolling his eyes. "What was I supposed to do? Walk up and ask?"
"That's how I got most of mine."
Ash blinked. ". . .Wha?"
"Yeah -- just asked if they wanted to tag along," James continued, relishing the look of bemusement on his former enemy's face. "Heck, we never even properly caught Meowth -- he just decided to hang around with us."
"Mimey there even caught himself for James," Jessie added, giggling. "Remember that? You went to see your grandparents, and he almost threw himself in the ball."
"Yeah, I had no idea what to -- Ash?"
Ash didn't respond, staring blankly into space. James waved a hand in front of the frozen boy. "Uh, I think we broke him."
"Give him a minute -- he'll reset," Jessie said, going back to her folding. "And if not, we'll test the medicinal properties of a bucket of cold water over the head."
Here's my take on the whole "Ash meets Team Rocket again in Hogwarts after his portion of the time soup is folded into the new reality." I just really liked the idea of Ash going "Blue Screen of Death" after hearing that James caught all his Pokemon by politely asking. Maybe you can consider this a sort of prequel to the dust-up that eventually occurs with Ash demanding that Team Rocket's Pokemon be taken away. I don't know how well I got the voices, but hopefully it's acceptable. (And no, Jessie didn't actually dump water over his head. Was damn tempted, though.)
Okay, that's everything for now! I'll probably have another mini-update later. . .I'm gonna go play some Vampire: The Masquerade -- Bloodlines, then see what's up with tumblr and watch some Helloween. Later all!
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Date: 2016-12-27 02:55 am (UTC)LOL glad George is OK after his fall, but of course Lorraine would be there to help him up :O)
He's braver than me though, I'd never try a jump myself, ice is cold and hard ;O)
Merry Christmas, Vic!
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Date: 2016-12-27 05:29 am (UTC)LOL, me either -- the few times I tried ice skating, I had to hold onto either the wall or a special balancing thing. I just don't trust myself to stay upright otherwise. Jumps are COMPLETELY out of the question. George can do them for us. :P
Merry Christmas! :D