Drabbles 88

( Drabbles 88 -- Prompt 86 )

Okay, now back to the BTTF Online RPG I'm playing Doc, against a group of "special needs terrorists." (Read the topic to figure out what it means.)
-VD2: O.o I'm not sure I want to know.-
Oh, come on, it's funny.
-DW: Vicky, that "Emma Heterobach" bunny is back with reinforcements.-
I know, I know!
-VD: So are you doing it?-
Highly tempted. If anything, it would be a second thing on Sundays, after the usual revison_doc stuff. I refuse to give up a day for that, no matter how quiet things are at the moment.
-M: Yeah, there really isn't much happening at the moment, is there?-
Nope, so far playing sessions have been relatively short. But there is change in the air:
-->Doc is getting very close to properly opening DocBots -- that is, to letting customers in
-->The Morte twins are due for a birthday
-->Sarah's funeral will be very soon
-->The Shaw twins are close to leaving for college
-->The FurKin will soon be off on their double date
-->Marty's going to rush the Greek House soon and move into there
-->April and Dave need to start their relationship
In fact, I think I'll start on that last one today. Nothing like a good crush to create interest.
-VuM: Yeah, our Daves always end up in a workaholic rut, thanks to you.-
Yeah, but it's a very financially succesful rut.
-VuM: Good point.-

The RPG Continues To Get Stranger

Somebody just killed Jason Vorhees for failing to get Doc Brown to Clayton Ravine.
-D: O.o-
-M: Killed? Horror movie guys never die.-
I know, but for now he's dead. And he lost his mask and machete to Linda and drunken Lorraine, no less.
-M2: o.O-
In the meantime, George has successfully faced down a terrorist, and discovered that his boss (recently deceased) was apparently giving information about Doc and Marty to them. He and Lorraine are trying to find Marty. Marty, on the other hand, has just robbed Strickland and discovered Strickland's brother Reilly kidnapping Jennifer. I'm having Doc head to the police station in hopes that I can catch up to this plot line and maybe help out.
-VD: You know, I never thought we'd see anything stranger than YOUR fanfiction. . . .-
Just you wait -- anonymoose_au wants a role in this. . . .

revison_doc update -- operation "Get Dave and April Crushing" was an unqualified success. Dave's actually in love with April, and April just passed the threshold when I saved and left. She's now a Sophomore, while Dave and Linda are getting very close to Junior.
-VM: Cool.-
I also succumbed to temptation.
-DW: Emma Heterobach?-

Emma Heterobach. She's currently a brand-new student at Transylvania Polygnostic U, the college attached to Eureka. The downtown is Mad Hill Valley (it wouldn't allow just plain Hill Valley), while the shopping district is Narbonics. How many in-jokes can you spot? :D
-VD2: So you're actually going to try out the Mad Scientist Legacy yourself?-
Yup -- though first I want to build a few places for Emma and company to go. Gotta set up the neighborhood, you know.
-VD: How about you set up a few stories?-
I posted something -- that grants me immunity from muse poking.
-OD: Even so, you really should write -- or draw.-
Yeah, I know. I'm almost done with "Past Amnesia."
-D: Excellent. How about a NonTrilogy drabbles88 afterwards?-
I'll see what I come up with. And I'll see what I come up with for drawings too. I still kind of want to illustrate 86. Mad. . . .
-VDM: Don't you dare!-
Aw, come on--
-VuM: NO.-
:( Where's TeenDoc, by the way?
-J2: Hiding in the lab. We haven't heard from him since you started playing Sims.-
Hmm. Holly, go check on him, would you?
-H: I'm on it. *heads downstairs* *rushes back up* He wasn't hiding, he's been unconscious! It looks like he hit his head on something!-
What?!
-VDM: *suddenly worried* What? *runs downstairs*-
*follows to find Emmett unconscious next to a large sphere of some sort* Ouch, that's a nasty bruise on his forehead. Victorian-Dressed, help me get him upstairs and off to bed.
-VDM: *picks him up* Now I feel guilty for chasing him down here in the first place.-
It's okay, not your fault. I'm sure he'll be fine. *takes TeenDoc to bed and gets a cold compress for his head* Call up ConstructClara though -- he could probably use the company.
-VDM: Right.-
-VD: *looks at head* That is a nasty bruise.-
-D: At least he isn't bleeding. How's his life-glow?-
-VD2: Steady -- he should be fine.-
Whew. Well, I guess I should sign off here and help tend to TeenDoc. Over and out.
-M: It's a head wound, Victoria! Keep his pants on!-