It's Oooooooveeeerr
Aug. 18th, 2006 11:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chick-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!
Today was an interesting day for Joe Statler. He was up early this morning (patch reset), so I had him stargaze to gain a Logic point. Badges may be more important in his line of work, but points shouldn't be neglected either.
He spent the rest of the morning having breakfast and cleaning up the house before work.
Then, it was off to the car lot! However, before getting down to business, I put the game on pause and built him a personal headquarters. Been meaning to do that for a while.
It has a mini-kitchen with coffee maker, a couch, a single-occupancy dining table, a bass, a toilet, and a shower. Basically, he can fulfil every need except social, which he gets from the customers anyway.
Joe started off the day by taking a few pictures -- he had a want, and I figured, why not?
Then it was time to sell cars! Joe scored some major points as he succesfully sold a Smoogo to Goldie Wilson. He's gotten much better at the cash register -- if only it wasn't such a long walk!
He also sold another Smoogo to Joey Baines.
Things got a little pear-shaped afterwards. Joe managed to score two stars off a certain Jan Tellerman, who bought a Smoogo as well.
He tried to interest her in a truck, even offering it at cheap -- got a second star, but didn't make the sale.
However, Joe didn't have as much luck with his other customers. He managed to get a star off Brandon Lillard , but almost immediately lost it due to a rejected sale. Brandon didn't buy anything.
A girl came in to admire the Sports car, but Joe didn't have any luck with her either. Couldn't even get a decent conversation going because of all the work to do. He did, however, get his new Bronze Sales badge off of her.
And Maggie McFly came in to look at trucks and minivans. No dice, not even when he offered her a minivan at cheap. In fact, she came away with a negative star! Although perhaps poor Joe's hygiene had something to do with that. . . . And his "editoral thought balloons" couldn't have helped either.
I eventually just closed up shop. Joe took a shower and had dinner on-site, then headed home for a nap. That's where I left him.
-D: So, employees?-
Yeah. I might hire a few of the townies he knows. Playables are out, they have regular jobs to go to.
-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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.-
-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!
Today was an interesting day for Joe Statler. He was up early this morning (patch reset), so I had him stargaze to gain a Logic point. Badges may be more important in his line of work, but points shouldn't be neglected either.
He spent the rest of the morning having breakfast and cleaning up the house before work.
Then, it was off to the car lot! However, before getting down to business, I put the game on pause and built him a personal headquarters. Been meaning to do that for a while.
It has a mini-kitchen with coffee maker, a couch, a single-occupancy dining table, a bass, a toilet, and a shower. Basically, he can fulfil every need except social, which he gets from the customers anyway.
Joe started off the day by taking a few pictures -- he had a want, and I figured, why not?
Then it was time to sell cars! Joe scored some major points as he succesfully sold a Smoogo to Goldie Wilson. He's gotten much better at the cash register -- if only it wasn't such a long walk!
He also sold another Smoogo to Joey Baines.
Things got a little pear-shaped afterwards. Joe managed to score two stars off a certain Jan Tellerman, who bought a Smoogo as well.
He tried to interest her in a truck, even offering it at cheap -- got a second star, but didn't make the sale.
However, Joe didn't have as much luck with his other customers. He managed to get a star off Brandon Lillard , but almost immediately lost it due to a rejected sale. Brandon didn't buy anything.
A girl came in to admire the Sports car, but Joe didn't have any luck with her either. Couldn't even get a decent conversation going because of all the work to do. He did, however, get his new Bronze Sales badge off of her.
And Maggie McFly came in to look at trucks and minivans. No dice, not even when he offered her a minivan at cheap. In fact, she came away with a negative star! Although perhaps poor Joe's hygiene had something to do with that. . . . And his "editoral thought balloons" couldn't have helped either.
I eventually just closed up shop. Joe took a shower and had dinner on-site, then headed home for a nap. That's where I left him.
-D: So, employees?-
Yeah. I might hire a few of the townies he knows. Playables are out, they have regular jobs to go to.
-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.-
