It's Oooooooveeeerr

-D: That's FAR too many Os.-
-VD: What's over?-
The RPG! It's been suspended until Christmas-time! :(
-VD2: What? Aren't we only halfway through?-
Yes, but unlike me, the other players have lives. Shandy in particular is taking a three-month trip (seeing either Purplewear or Kath -- or hell, maybe both!) and Kath and Kev are doing something related to Butlins -- must remember to Google that at some point.
-M: Terrific. Now we get to listen to you whine about missing it for the next three months or so.-
Just over three months, I think. :( Man, I've gotten so used to checking that website every few minutes -- and now it's dead! Dead, I say!
-TD: Hey, if you want, I can--
*long pause*
-TD: Hold on. Wasn't your last act to have Doc kill himself to try and stop NIFADOT and all the rest?-
Yup.
-D: How on earth did Aaron get you out of that before the RPG ended?-
Uh--um--
-VD2: HE LEFT YOU DEAD?!-
I was NOT expecting that! I fully expected some sort of time-jump to stop him, but nope! Aaron decided it would make a great "To be continued" ending!
-M: Wait a minute, where the hell am I?-
Stuck in 2985, after using the last trip on your time travel device to destroy Biff Jr.
-VM: Oh, that's okay--
WADOTAT was founded sometime in 2036, I believe.
-M2: . . . SHANDY!-
No, no, it's not hopeless. Biff Jr leaves behind notes on his time travel devices, and Marty's got help from mystery kid. Plus we have a spare Marty -- remember helpful ski-mask guy? He's got George and Lorraine, and is taking them off on a new adventure.
-VuM: How do we have a spare Marty?-
NIFADOT's OtherDoc, from 1985-A, admitted he didn't know where the Marty counterpart ended up. I suspect that SkiMaskMarty is 1985-A Marty.
-VM: Weird.-
Yeah, well, he'd better work fast -- Doc's death worked. NIFADOT and TORO are no more. No word on what happened to WADOTAT, but they'd better work fast too.
-OD: We're starting to understand a bit better why you're so anxious for it to restart.-
I know. *bounces*
-DW: In the meantime, we have this particular plot bunny popping up.-
-MF: I can't believe you want to FANFIC the RPG.-
-VDM: Seriously?-
Well, some scenes anyway. . . . But don't mention it here!
-TD: Why not?-
Because -- look, I've got to work on story stuffs, and do the little sprites--
-D: What's wrong?-
Hill Valley! I've got to update on Joe!

( And Joe needs employees )

-DW: Now what's got you so flustered.-
I can't say. Not here. If I say it here, it'll become real. That's the way it works, you know.
-VD2: *deadpan* Yes, LiveJournal controls reality.-
-TD: And you accuse me of sleep deprivation.-
-M: Hey, what's with the suit?-
-TD: Oh, this? I'm playing Ghostbusters.-
NO! NO!
-TD: O.o-
-H: What is WITH you?-
-DW: Spending too much time with the Insanity Sprites, I think.-
-D: How on earth can you play Ghostbusters?-
-TD: We have a ghost!-
-E: What?!-
-OD: We don't have a ghost!-
-TD: Yes we do. He's new. Arrived early this morning.-
-M: *lifts eyebrow* Did you steal that Gabe person from bttfbabe's stuff?-
STOP TALKING!
-TD: No, he's much nicer. Very amenable to finding out if ghosts can work their way out of ghost traps.-
STOP! STOOOOOP!
-VDM: WHAT'S WRONG?-
-TD: Yeah, so we have a ghost! I admit, I don't know why he chose to look like us. . . .-
-H: We have a ghost of a Doc??-
*sob*
-VD: Oh, for -- you write angst! Why the hell does this bother you?-
-DW: You've had zombieDoc plot bunnies!-
please stop talking
-D: For Newton's sake, YOU KILLED US IN THE--
*long pause*
-D: We have a new muse, don't we?-
DAMN YOU AARON!
-RPD(Role Play Doc): *floats in* Five minutes, 20 seconds TeenDoc.-
-TD: Cool!-
You are NOT staying.
-RPD: That's what you said about the last muses.-
-VDM: Uh, not really.-
-MF: Yeah, I was sure she'd lost her fight when we showed up.-
You're submuses. You stay quiet more often. All Docs are automatically promoted to full musedom on account of being my favorite character. I do NOT need an RPG muse! It's over, damn it!
-RPD: I don't need a room, I don't eat. . . .-
-M: You're freaking me out! You're bleeding from your neck and wrists!-
-VD: O.o And you're green?-
-RPD: *points* My default setting from her.-
YOU'RE NOT STAYING!
-OD: Just give her the night. She'll give up eventually.-
-D: But I must say, she has a point. What will you be the muse of now that the BTTF RPG has ended?-
-RPD: Well, she does have the other RPG books. And doesn't the Narbonic artist have a Narbonic RPG out?-
. . . Not sure. I'm still waiting for the GURPS-powered Girl Genius.
Ack! No! I refuse to acknowledge your existence!
-VD2: *grin* So you're basically in charge of some of her nerdiness.-
-RPD: I suppose.-
-MDC: *bimfs in* Heard we got a new guy?-
-TD: *writing stuff down* Right over there?-
-MDC: Anything to do with Marvel?-
-RPD: Not unless she wants to roleplay them.-
-OD: No, she's quite fine sticking to movies and comics.-
-MDC: Good. *throws smoke bombs at Role Play Doc*-
*bombs pass right through*
-MDC: O.O!-
-RPD: *grin* Sorry, incoporeal. Though I can possess objects.-
-TD: You should see him juggle wrenches!-
-DW: Ah, come on Vic, let us keep him?-
Keep who?
-M2: We'll make a new case once she's got some sleep. Come on, RPD, let's show you around.-