Well.

I KNEW I shouldn't have let you all in the kitchen alone. I KNEW it was dangerous. And yet, I thought that, given most of you are reasonably sane. . . .
-Docs: *hang heads*-
This is incredible, you know. First, you discover that the microwave isn't working. Fine, you have Changeling over here -- who is skirting on the edges of musedom every so often -- fix it up with Temporary Glamour of Repair. Because he's good like that.
Except that TeenDoc and HatterDoc are quite fascinated by this use of "random objects doubling as every piece of equipment you need." So you go around DELIBERATELY BREAKING all the kitchen equipment just to watch him fix it.
-TD: It was --
Cool, yes, I know. You thinking something is cool gets us into more trouble. . .
Anyway. While he's doing this, VampDoc, VampDoc2, and DocWolf are working on the turkey. Draining blood, taking out internal organs, that sort of thing. This would be fine, if you'd stored them in the refrigerator. But as you were just as interested in what Changeling was doing, you left them on the counter.
-DW: It's not really a health hazard --
Under normal circumstances? Maybe. But these were not normal. NOTHING is normal with you lot around.
Doc, OckDoc, and RolePlayDoc are working on the side dishes. For some insane reason, you boys decide to experiment a little. Doc makes a cheese sauce for the broccoli. OckDoc and the tentacles whip up five different kinds of mashed potatoes. RolePlayDoc made a fondue for dessert. All of this was also left on the counter.
-D: Victoria, we didn't--
May I finish? HatterDoc, TeenDoc, and ChangelingDoc all finish up their escapades. Having had their fun, they start properly fixing all the items. However, they run into a problem with the microwave. Since Changeling is a RPG character, his magic use is determined by random Fate rolls. And unfortunately he got a dramatic failure here, so the microwave is worse off than before. So what do you do?
You call in Narbonic. Of course. Never mind that the canon Narbonic characters have had trouble with microwaves before. . . .
So. Everyone decides to hunker down and fix the microwave. This means we have TEN mad scientists working on this thing. TEN. Including three who are geniunely insane according to their canons, and one who's got access to MAGIC. And hell, even the relatively "normal" Docs are prone to flashiness and show and all sorts of crazy stuff. So "fixing the microwave" rapidly turns into "improving the microwave" which rapidly turns into "making the microwave into a Transformer."
-HD: That wasn't the goal at all! Our goal was--
I don't care what your goal was! All I care about was that when you turned it on, it apparently released some sort of radiation that mankind has never seen before!
-Narbonic: It didn't hurt anyone!-
IT MUTATED OUR THANKSGIVING DINNER INTO A TURKEY/VEGETABLE MONSTER THAT SPAT TOXIC CHEESE AND MASHED POTATOES! NOT TO MENTION IT MADE ALMOST EVERY LAST ONE OF THE KITCHEN APPLIANCES EXPLODE!
-TD: We defeated it!-
By mere CHANCE!
-VD: Technically, it's not mere chance that TeenDoc has his lightning gun around.-
Even so! It wrecked half the house before you fried it! It's carcass is still smoking in the backyard!
-DW: We know. It smells delicious.-
I don't care! You completely wrecked our house! And you ruined dinner, and for all we know, Cthulu is going to emerge from the microwave. I mean, seriously!
-Docs: *hang heads*-
*shakes fingers* And I ask you know -- why should I use my Authorial Privilege powers to clean this up, when I can have you FIX THIS MESS YOU --

Answered my own question! Reboot, reboot! Everything back to normal!
-Docs: Hey!-
And you're not allowed in the kitchen until your significant others show up.
-HD: Do you reall think they could stop us?-
Well, someone has to be able to!

Life with the muses, sometimes. . . .
Some other stuff before I go -- the NaNo Wordcount:

35,379 / 50,000 (70.8%)

*whistles* And I just got done with VampMarty's capture. I'll try to put the story up (what chapters are done anyway) up tomorrow so you guys can read more than an excerpt, if you're so inclined.

I also went strolling through foxywriter's site, since she put up her new vignette on backtothefanfic, and I decided to check out some of the cut segments.
I now declare the first segment of this to be made of squee.
-M: *rolls eyes* You've got a thing for Doc having to play caretaker to me. I swear.-
I hesitate to call it a thing, cause that generally means "getting it on," and ew. *shudder* But yeah, I'm a fan of the hugging and the fatherly stuff. And I do like seeing it the other way sometimes too.
-MF: *beats off my inspiration to do my own Sick!Marty fic*-