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Aug. 12th, 2005 11:33 pmA) "Thunderbolts and Lightning" has made it to my webpage (under PreTime/1955, naturally), and to FanFiction.net.
B) I'll most likely be posting Chapter 5 of "Eight Arms To Hold You" tomorrow.
C) The next stories to come out:
Website -- "Back To The Future Part III 1/2"
General -- "Teen Doc"/"Reality Check 2"
*sees the Docs apparently trying to compose a letter* Whatcha up to, boys?
-D: *frowning at the paper* We're attempting to join S.I.M.S.-
You're ALREADY sims, silly, what do you think --
-VD: No, S.I.M.S. -- Society Involving Mad Scientists.-
*blinku* Never heard of it.
-VD: They're a secretive bunch. We got an invitation letter in the mail earlier, however, and we figured, "What the hell?"-
-D: The only problem is, it was only addressed to "Dr. Emmett L. Brown." We're trying to figure out how to explain that there's multiple versions of us.-
I see. Does sound like a bit of a pickle.
-VD2: It helps that we all work on different inventions, though. Of course we all built a time machine, but Doc has built the time talkies and Ride-related inventions, VampDoc has discovered the bacterium/virus that causes vampirism and concocted that chemical that negates the effect of the sun on us, I have my alternate worlds theory and the blood cooler, OckDoc of course has his arms and VultureMarty's harness, DocWolf --
Actually, DocWolf, I've never seen you invent anything.-
-DW: *blush* I'm usually busy with the plot bunnies. That doesn't mean I haven't invented anything, however.-
-OD: *tentacles chatter* Oh? Show us something.-
-DW: Well, I've recently rigged up a system for separting plot bunnies I want to eat later from those I want to consume now. Here, look, that one's about to trigger it.-
*all watch as a plot bunny noses around a bit of plot carrot. Suddenly, it apparently steps on some sort of button, and a pulley system springs into action. The bunny mades an odd noise as a mechanical arm picks it up and puts in in a little pen with other plot bunnies.*
-M: That's pretty neat.-
-DW: Thank you. This ensures I get a better mix of flavors -- you know how obsessive she can get.-
*rolls eyes* So what about TeenDoc?
-D: He does have Fetch, we just have to explain why he's so much younger than the rest of us.-
*what appears to be a spinning helicopter flies by, with TeenDoc running after it*
-M2: . . . I don't think we want to know.-
-J2: He'll probably tell us anyway. . . .-
-TD: Get back here! I'm not done! You don't have any arms yet!-
-D: I'll go get him, he is my younger self. You four keep working on that letter.-
Good luck, boys! *huggles them*
B) I'll most likely be posting Chapter 5 of "Eight Arms To Hold You" tomorrow.
C) The next stories to come out:
Website -- "Back To The Future Part III 1/2"
General -- "Teen Doc"/"Reality Check 2"
*sees the Docs apparently trying to compose a letter* Whatcha up to, boys?
-D: *frowning at the paper* We're attempting to join S.I.M.S.-
You're ALREADY sims, silly, what do you think --
-VD: No, S.I.M.S. -- Society Involving Mad Scientists.-
*blinku* Never heard of it.
-VD: They're a secretive bunch. We got an invitation letter in the mail earlier, however, and we figured, "What the hell?"-
-D: The only problem is, it was only addressed to "Dr. Emmett L. Brown." We're trying to figure out how to explain that there's multiple versions of us.-
I see. Does sound like a bit of a pickle.
-VD2: It helps that we all work on different inventions, though. Of course we all built a time machine, but Doc has built the time talkies and Ride-related inventions, VampDoc has discovered the bacterium/virus that causes vampirism and concocted that chemical that negates the effect of the sun on us, I have my alternate worlds theory and the blood cooler, OckDoc of course has his arms and VultureMarty's harness, DocWolf --
Actually, DocWolf, I've never seen you invent anything.-
-DW: *blush* I'm usually busy with the plot bunnies. That doesn't mean I haven't invented anything, however.-
-OD: *tentacles chatter* Oh? Show us something.-
-DW: Well, I've recently rigged up a system for separting plot bunnies I want to eat later from those I want to consume now. Here, look, that one's about to trigger it.-
*all watch as a plot bunny noses around a bit of plot carrot. Suddenly, it apparently steps on some sort of button, and a pulley system springs into action. The bunny mades an odd noise as a mechanical arm picks it up and puts in in a little pen with other plot bunnies.*
-M: That's pretty neat.-
-DW: Thank you. This ensures I get a better mix of flavors -- you know how obsessive she can get.-
*rolls eyes* So what about TeenDoc?
-D: He does have Fetch, we just have to explain why he's so much younger than the rest of us.-
*what appears to be a spinning helicopter flies by, with TeenDoc running after it*
-M2: . . . I don't think we want to know.-
-J2: He'll probably tell us anyway. . . .-
-TD: Get back here! I'm not done! You don't have any arms yet!-
-D: I'll go get him, he is my younger self. You four keep working on that letter.-
Good luck, boys! *huggles them*
