crossover_chick | Depressing News, SimWise

revison_doc's latest entry -- Sarah Von Braun has passed on.
*Docs sniff*
It was a peaceful death, guys, she got the Hula Girl Squad.
-D: Even so. . . .-
-TD: *sniffle* Mommy. . . .-
-VDM, H, E: *hug tight*-
-VD: YOU looked like you were going to cry for a minute there, Vic.-
Yeah, I felt really bad. At first I thought it was a false alarm when she didn't pass away promptly at six, and I was so relieved -- but then the Grim Reaper showed up at 7:00, and away she went. :(
-VD2: Doesn't help that Elias was being an ass in the afterlife.-
Heh, I know. Why couldn't he have scared Jason while he was there, JASON was the one who wanted to see him! Poor Sabastian. . . .
-OD: *tentacles chitter* Yes, you would have liked Mother. She was one of the sweetest people you'd ever meet.-
-DW: What do you plan to do with her room?-
Selling the bed is out of the question -- I don't want angry ghosts. I'm thinking of turning it into Moonshine's room.
-D: Moonshine?-
That stray Emily's in the process of befriending. He can sleep on the bed if he likes. :p
-TD: Heh -- as long as it gets some use, right?-
Yup.
-RPD: No Eureka?-
Procrastinated too long (was wondering when LJ would be back up). I'll be doing Emmett Brown for there tomorrow.
-RPD: Ah, good.-
-M: Hey, doesn't the RPG start up again soon?-
I hope -- us players would like to start again on November 12th, but Aaron may have some availabilty issues. We'll have to wait and see.
-RPD: I hope -- I'm eager to see what'll happen. And if I ever WILL be alive again.-
I don't think Aaron will let us be dead for too long.

I also have some fan fic, y'all:

47. And
There was a long moment of silence. And then – “OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!”
Marty did the only thing he could think of – he ran like hell. The card guards attempted to grab him, but he dodged them all, heading for the hedge maze. Shit! he thought as he raced inside. What the hell was I thinking, eating both pieces of the mushroom at once? I should have known this would happen! He shook his head as he ran down a corridor. Should have listened to Caterpillar about my temper. . . . But – damn, I couldn’t take it anymore! That bitch needed someone to tell her off! And it doesn’t help that she looks like Biff Tannen in drag. . . .
Loud footsteps alerted him to the fact the guards were hot on his heels. The Queen of Hearts seemed to have joined the chase as well – Marty could still hear her voice shrieking, “Off with his head! OFF WITH HIS HEAD!” He picked up the pace, only to skid to a stop at an intersection. Right or left? He couldn’t remember.
“Screw it,” he muttered, and climbed over the hedge. He kept running, climbing over or ducking through the shrubbery as needed, until he reached the outside border. Okay, now what? he thought, panting heavily.
“Marty! You must have a cup of tea with us!”
Marty jumped. Sitting on a table nearby was Hatter Doc, along with March Hare George and Dormouse Jennifer. Doc was waving him over. “Come on now, or there’ll be no room!”
“I – ah – can’t I take it on the run?” Marty finally said. “I’m kind of in a hurry – the Queen of Hearts--”
Doc nodded. “Why yes! We were just about to leave ourselves! Hop on!”
Unable to come up with his own escape plan, Marty reluctantly climbed onto the table. “Everyone on, March? Then let’s go!” Doc grabbed a lever which had mysteriously appeared and yanked it.
The table suddenly leaped forward. Wheels snapped into place on the ends of the legs, and they began a madcap rush down the side of the hill, leaving a trail of cups, spoons, and plates in their wake. Marty hung onto the sides for dear life as they rocketed into the Tulgey Woods. Right. Trust Doc to invent a mobile tea table.
A teacup was abruptly shoved into his hands by a wildly grinning Doc. “Sugar?” the scientist asked, holding the caddy out with one hand while holding onto his purple top hat with the other.
Marty gawked at him, but before he could say anything, Jennifer woke up. She yelped and grabbed onto Marty tightly. “Marty! Marty!”
“Hey, Marty!”
“AAAH! No! Don’t cut off my head!”
Marty abruptly woke up. Jennifer was standing over him, along with a very confused Biff. “Uh – your car’s all ready,” he said slowly, eyeing the teen.
“What on earth were you dreaming about?” Jennifer asked.
“You don’t want to know.” Marty scowled. “Man, I’ll be glad when we’re done with Alice. . . .”

I see you grinning, HatterDoc!
HatterDoc: *grins and sips tea*
Anyway, I put this as the "and" prompt because it seemed to fit best. Marty was originally supposed to think "tea table AND rocket ship" or something like that, but I couldn't get it to fit. Ever since I started having the "Marty in Wonderland" thoughts, I wanted to do Doc having a motorized tea table. I mean, he's DOC.
-TD: What does it run off of?-
HatterDoc: What else? Steam. We have plenty of THAT.-
-TD: Ah, yes, good point. I suppose it's also a handy way to keep tea reserves hot?-
HatterDoc: Naturally.
I'm honestly thinking of turning this into a honest-to-God fic, actually. Atomy over at devART has agreed to illustrate it. :D
-D: *surprised* So you're doing a sort of cartoon?-
Maybe. We'll see.

-VD2: Nice.-
And I'm starting the Narbonic!Doc and Marty prompt right now.
-OD: Don't forget to look at the sprites.-
I won't, I won't.
HatterDoc: You might also want to look into doing a few more funny drabbles88.
Who asked you?
HatterDoc: I asked myself. I find that talking to myself means I'm rarely surprised by the answer.
Shouldn't you be going now?
HatterDoc: Why? You need your Humor muse.
My -- humor --
YOU CAN'T APPOINT YOURSELF A MUSE!
HatterDoc: Sure I can. I just did. Ever think of writing more J.C. Jones stories?
Humor is VAMPDOC2'S domain! He works all the universes that don't have muses!
HatterDoc: Oh, I see! How rude of me -- VampDoc2, do you mind if I take over humor?
-VD2: Um -- honestly, Victoria, he's better suited to it than I am, I'm ANGST--
HatterDoc: There you are then!
. . .
HatterDoc: J.C. Jones drabbles88? Wouldn't have to make sense. We're all mad here, as the Cheshire Cat said.
-D: Some of us more than others.-
. . . I'm going over there and I'm going to scream.
HatterDoc: You do that. Don't you all think she should write more funny drabbles88s, though?
-VD: After some of the angst she's put us through, sure.-
-VD2: A return of J.C. Jones wouldn't be bad, considering J.C. often gets beat up by her own devices.-
-TD: Can you show me how the tea table works? Er, after clearing off the cozies?-
HatterDoc: I'd be happy to.
I'll go yell at Tarvek, that'll make me feel better.