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crossover_chickMarty finally reunites with Doc after Doc saves his life. Buford Tannen vows to shoot Doc in the back. Doc provides Marty with proper Western clothes, and we get a hint as to who Clara is. We also learn the DeLorean's out of gas, meaning Doc and Marty are probably stranded.
-OD: It's an out of gas problem that gets us too, isn't it?-
Yup, though not from ripping the fuel line -- you simply didn't get a chance to refuel.
-VuM: Sucks either way.-
At least it means you can focus on repairs to the time circuits.
-OD: *tentacles chatter, confused* How WILL we pull that off?-
I'm thinking cannibalizing the hover conversion system or the hoverboard.
-OD: Hmmm. That might work.-
I hope so, anyway!
There's actually been some productivity today. Mainly, I now have TWO Drabbles88s to show you:
41. What?
“Ungh. . . .”
Marty blinked open his eyes. “Man, did I sleep,” he muttered, sitting up straight. “Just what I needed after--”
He stopped dead as his surroundings suddenly registered. Instead of the guest room of Doc’s new house, he was in the garage, sitting at Doc’s work table. Doc was next to him, still asleep at the moment. And sitting in front of them was -- was -- Marty wasn’t sure. It looked a bit like an overly elaborate homemade game of Mousetrap. “What the hell?” he muttered, baffled. “Hey, Doc! Doc!”
“Emmett?”
Clara and Jennifer appeared in the doorway. “Marty! There you are!” Jennifer said, jogging over. “We couldn’t find you or Doc this morning. Why are you down here? What happened to your hands?”
“I -- I don’t know,” Marty admitted, looking down. His hands were covered in grease and oil. “Haven’t a clue.”
Clara shook Doc’s shoulder. “Emmett, wake up!”
Doc’s eyes opened briefly. “It’s under the fridge,” he muttered, turning his head.
“What?”
Marty jabbed his elbow into Doc’s side. “Ow!” Doc cried, sitting up. “What was--”
He stopped as he caught sight of the invention. He stared for a moment, then looked down at his own oil-stained hands. “Marty,” he said slowly, “do you remember building this?”
“I vaguely remember getting up to go to the bathroom,” Marty replied, looking the device up and down.
Clara tousled Doc’s hair. “I told you you were sleepwalking,” she said, looking torn between amusement and annoyance. “Do I have to start tying you to the bed?”
“You never told me you sleepwalked, Marty,” Jennifer said.
“I don’t! At least, I don’t think I do.” Marty closed his eyes, trying to recall the night before. “I got up to go to the bathroom. . .and then Doc grabbed me and told me we had to go down to the lab. I guess I just automatically went into ‘lab assistant’ mode.” Marty looked at his friend. “Why were you going to the lab at night?”
“He’s been sleepwalking ever since we moved into the new house,” Clara answered. “Two nights ago I found him the kitchen with the remains of a peanut butter, pickle, tomato, and lemon sandwich.”
“Remains? He actually ate that?”
“It tasted all right in the dream,” Doc admitted, blushing.
Marty shook his head. “I’ve heard you talk in your sleep once or twice before, but actually getting up and walking around?”
“Well, it has been a fairly stressful move. . . . I’m sorry for dragging you into it, though, especially so soon after your finals.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Marty said, smiling. “I was just as out of it as you were. I mean, I thought something was wrong for a second, because it was dark out, but then -- I was just gone.”
“Obviously.”
Marty looked back at the invention. “Any idea what it’s for?”
“Not a clue.”
“Okay then. Let’s get washed up and have breakfast.”
“Fine with me. And then maybe we can discuss what to do about this sleep-inventing problem of mine.”
-D: Sleep-invention. I'm surprised I didn't lose a finger.-
I'm not that mean to you. This idea occasionally pops around and bites me, simply because I think it's neat. I finally decided to act on it after reading some stories from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
the_color_wheel, a sleeptalking/walking community. (Mainly sleeptalking, but a number of stories feature walking too) ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
martyfan will probably recognize the basic concept from one of our old AIM conversations.
-TD: She SHOULD remember the muse mutiny!-
37. Light
“You know, vampires aren’t supposed to like sunlight.”
Doc Brown smiled at his new wife. “I know, but -- it still gives me a thrill that we’re in a place where I can actually see the sun most days. I could count the number of sunny days I saw in Hell Valley on one hand.”
Josephine Grey nodded, putting her head on his shoulder. “I know. Even when it was sunny, that place always felt dark and depressing. I’m shocked that so many people still lived there.”
“Me too. I know that, if it hadn’t been for you, Marty, and Jennifer, I would have fled that place the first chance I got.” He looked around. “Where are the kids?”
“In the adjoining room, napping,” Josie told him. “They wanted to give us some privacy.”
Doc smiled. “Nice of them.” He went back to watching the sunrise. “Josie, did you ever think things would turn out so well for us?”
“Never,” Josie admitted. “I was terrified we’d have to just sit back and watch Biff take over the state, and not be able to do a thing to stop it.”
“Me too. Thank God for our other selves showing up when they did.” He sighed happily, then kissed Josie’s head. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Come on, let’s get to bed. There’ll be plenty of sunrises to see from now on.”
-VM: *high-fives VD2* Yes! Our drabble!-
-VD2: Excellent work, Vicky! And I like the hopeful tone.-
Yeah -- this was ORIGINALLY for the Dark prompt, but I switched to Light after I realized this particular plotbunny was upbeat. Dark needs to be used for a night story or a angsty one.
-VD2: Yes, well, glad you DIDN'T go that route with me for once.-
I might have, had this plot bunny not suddenly jumped on me. But I like this too. :) The setting's shortly after the wedding at the end of "World of Darkness," in the hotel room VampDoc2 and Josie got.
-VJ: Nice.-
Yeah. So that leaves Doc, DocWolf, and OckDoc. *scans prompts for ones to "reserve"*
-VD2: Very nice work there.-
Yup. I'm also starting on some more "V.D." revisions, managed to get a few more Marty Narbonic sprites done (still not satisfied with Evil, but Common Sense looks good), finished a page on "The Gift and the Curse," and started on a bio page for the "Boy Genius" characters.
-VDM: So you did get my note!-
Yeah, I did. You're right -- I talk about "Boy Genius" so much, it does deserve a bio page. I might hold off on putting it up, though, as it DOES contain a major spoiler for Part I. Hell, it contains spoilers for Part II, Jennifer's on it.
-TD: So long as it's getting done and can be put up after you reveal your big twist.-
Not a problem.
-VD: Nice, very nice.-
-OD: I agree, good job.-
-VuM: Can the Marty sprites be a little bigger?-
Well, you are shorter, and this way more of them fit. I may be able to add a Marty insanity after all.
-M: *rolls eyes*-
Come on, it would be a little funny.
-RPD: How about Sims? I hope you didn't go on a picture rampage today?-
Nope -- luckily the Mortes have relatively quiet lives right now. Did get Holly a nice new Gothic Victorian dress -- you can see it over atrevison_doc.
-RPD: Not bad. But no Eureka?-
For some reason, I'm playing later on weekends nowadays. I'll try and do some more with that tomorrow.
-RPD: Fair enough. I'm just curious to see how it all turns out.-
Heh, yeah, me too. It'll get done, I promise.
Anyway, back to the grind -- I have some "Play Mystie For Me" edits to do, and I want to finish up Emmett's bio for the Boy Genius bio page.
-D: Anything to do with NonTrilogy?-
Just thoughts about the link -- I need to start organizing stuff into the notebook later too.
-M: Yeah, about time.-
-OD: It's an out of gas problem that gets us too, isn't it?-
Yup, though not from ripping the fuel line -- you simply didn't get a chance to refuel.
-VuM: Sucks either way.-
At least it means you can focus on repairs to the time circuits.
-OD: *tentacles chatter, confused* How WILL we pull that off?-
I'm thinking cannibalizing the hover conversion system or the hoverboard.
-OD: Hmmm. That might work.-
I hope so, anyway!
There's actually been some productivity today. Mainly, I now have TWO Drabbles88s to show you:
41. What?
“Ungh. . . .”
Marty blinked open his eyes. “Man, did I sleep,” he muttered, sitting up straight. “Just what I needed after--”
He stopped dead as his surroundings suddenly registered. Instead of the guest room of Doc’s new house, he was in the garage, sitting at Doc’s work table. Doc was next to him, still asleep at the moment. And sitting in front of them was -- was -- Marty wasn’t sure. It looked a bit like an overly elaborate homemade game of Mousetrap. “What the hell?” he muttered, baffled. “Hey, Doc! Doc!”
“Emmett?”
Clara and Jennifer appeared in the doorway. “Marty! There you are!” Jennifer said, jogging over. “We couldn’t find you or Doc this morning. Why are you down here? What happened to your hands?”
“I -- I don’t know,” Marty admitted, looking down. His hands were covered in grease and oil. “Haven’t a clue.”
Clara shook Doc’s shoulder. “Emmett, wake up!”
Doc’s eyes opened briefly. “It’s under the fridge,” he muttered, turning his head.
“What?”
Marty jabbed his elbow into Doc’s side. “Ow!” Doc cried, sitting up. “What was--”
He stopped as he caught sight of the invention. He stared for a moment, then looked down at his own oil-stained hands. “Marty,” he said slowly, “do you remember building this?”
“I vaguely remember getting up to go to the bathroom,” Marty replied, looking the device up and down.
Clara tousled Doc’s hair. “I told you you were sleepwalking,” she said, looking torn between amusement and annoyance. “Do I have to start tying you to the bed?”
“You never told me you sleepwalked, Marty,” Jennifer said.
“I don’t! At least, I don’t think I do.” Marty closed his eyes, trying to recall the night before. “I got up to go to the bathroom. . .and then Doc grabbed me and told me we had to go down to the lab. I guess I just automatically went into ‘lab assistant’ mode.” Marty looked at his friend. “Why were you going to the lab at night?”
“He’s been sleepwalking ever since we moved into the new house,” Clara answered. “Two nights ago I found him the kitchen with the remains of a peanut butter, pickle, tomato, and lemon sandwich.”
“Remains? He actually ate that?”
“It tasted all right in the dream,” Doc admitted, blushing.
Marty shook his head. “I’ve heard you talk in your sleep once or twice before, but actually getting up and walking around?”
“Well, it has been a fairly stressful move. . . . I’m sorry for dragging you into it, though, especially so soon after your finals.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Marty said, smiling. “I was just as out of it as you were. I mean, I thought something was wrong for a second, because it was dark out, but then -- I was just gone.”
“Obviously.”
Marty looked back at the invention. “Any idea what it’s for?”
“Not a clue.”
“Okay then. Let’s get washed up and have breakfast.”
“Fine with me. And then maybe we can discuss what to do about this sleep-inventing problem of mine.”
-D: Sleep-invention. I'm surprised I didn't lose a finger.-
I'm not that mean to you. This idea occasionally pops around and bites me, simply because I think it's neat. I finally decided to act on it after reading some stories from
the_color_wheel, a sleeptalking/walking community. (Mainly sleeptalking, but a number of stories feature walking too) martyfan will probably recognize the basic concept from one of our old AIM conversations.-TD: She SHOULD remember the muse mutiny!-
37. Light
“You know, vampires aren’t supposed to like sunlight.”
Doc Brown smiled at his new wife. “I know, but -- it still gives me a thrill that we’re in a place where I can actually see the sun most days. I could count the number of sunny days I saw in Hell Valley on one hand.”
Josephine Grey nodded, putting her head on his shoulder. “I know. Even when it was sunny, that place always felt dark and depressing. I’m shocked that so many people still lived there.”
“Me too. I know that, if it hadn’t been for you, Marty, and Jennifer, I would have fled that place the first chance I got.” He looked around. “Where are the kids?”
“In the adjoining room, napping,” Josie told him. “They wanted to give us some privacy.”
Doc smiled. “Nice of them.” He went back to watching the sunrise. “Josie, did you ever think things would turn out so well for us?”
“Never,” Josie admitted. “I was terrified we’d have to just sit back and watch Biff take over the state, and not be able to do a thing to stop it.”
“Me too. Thank God for our other selves showing up when they did.” He sighed happily, then kissed Josie’s head. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Come on, let’s get to bed. There’ll be plenty of sunrises to see from now on.”
-VM: *high-fives VD2* Yes! Our drabble!-
-VD2: Excellent work, Vicky! And I like the hopeful tone.-
Yeah -- this was ORIGINALLY for the Dark prompt, but I switched to Light after I realized this particular plotbunny was upbeat. Dark needs to be used for a night story or a angsty one.
-VD2: Yes, well, glad you DIDN'T go that route with me for once.-
I might have, had this plot bunny not suddenly jumped on me. But I like this too. :) The setting's shortly after the wedding at the end of "World of Darkness," in the hotel room VampDoc2 and Josie got.
-VJ: Nice.-
Yeah. So that leaves Doc, DocWolf, and OckDoc. *scans prompts for ones to "reserve"*
-VD2: Very nice work there.-
Yup. I'm also starting on some more "V.D." revisions, managed to get a few more Marty Narbonic sprites done (still not satisfied with Evil, but Common Sense looks good), finished a page on "The Gift and the Curse," and started on a bio page for the "Boy Genius" characters.
-VDM: So you did get my note!-
Yeah, I did. You're right -- I talk about "Boy Genius" so much, it does deserve a bio page. I might hold off on putting it up, though, as it DOES contain a major spoiler for Part I. Hell, it contains spoilers for Part II, Jennifer's on it.
-TD: So long as it's getting done and can be put up after you reveal your big twist.-
Not a problem.
-VD: Nice, very nice.-
-OD: I agree, good job.-
-VuM: Can the Marty sprites be a little bigger?-
Well, you are shorter, and this way more of them fit. I may be able to add a Marty insanity after all.
-M: *rolls eyes*-
Come on, it would be a little funny.
-RPD: How about Sims? I hope you didn't go on a picture rampage today?-
Nope -- luckily the Mortes have relatively quiet lives right now. Did get Holly a nice new Gothic Victorian dress -- you can see it over at
revison_doc.-RPD: Not bad. But no Eureka?-
For some reason, I'm playing later on weekends nowadays. I'll try and do some more with that tomorrow.
-RPD: Fair enough. I'm just curious to see how it all turns out.-
Heh, yeah, me too. It'll get done, I promise.
Anyway, back to the grind -- I have some "Play Mystie For Me" edits to do, and I want to finish up Emmett's bio for the Boy Genius bio page.
-D: Anything to do with NonTrilogy?-
Just thoughts about the link -- I need to start organizing stuff into the notebook later too.
-M: Yeah, about time.-
