Inspiration Rears Its Ugly Head
Nov. 17th, 2006 11:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickAKA, I can cross getting two drabbles88 fics done off my list of things to do this November.
-VD2: At last! So you finished the Narbonic one?-
Yup, and wrote another. Here they are:
15. Strangers
Marty could feel them staring at him again. All those strangers, gawking like he was some odd exhibit in a zoo. He wished they’d stop. He hadn’t done anything all that special. Internal amplifiers for guitars – he was surprised no one had thought of it before, frankly. Was it really anything to make a fuss over?
Maybe I shouldn’t have introduced my idea for the new musical note scale at the same time, he thought, shifting uneasily in his seat. Jesus, if I’d had known fame could be this annoying, I would have never wanted to be a rock star.
The door to the cafeteria suddenly opened. All heads turned as Doc entered, looking a bit frazzled. Immediately a ripple of whispers went through the crowd – “Dr. Brown!”
“Great, the local nutcase pays us a visit.”
“He can’t be that crazy, Marty’s friends with him.”
“They’re both bonkers and you know it.”
“Do you think he helped with those guitars? Or the note scale?”
Doc found Marty after a moment’s search and went over. “Hi.”
“Hey Doc. Whatcha doing here?”
“I thought you might like some company,” Doc said, sitting down next to him. He glanced around at the other students, who quickly looked away. “How are things?”
“Okay,” Marty said. “A few kids have actually asked me for autographs, can you believe it?”
Doc grinned. “Actually, I can. You may have just revolutionized the music industry, Marty.”
“You really think so?” Marty asked. “It didn’t seem all that special to me. . . .”
“An entirely new way to read, write, and produce music isn’t that special to you?” Doc lifted an eyebrow. “What kind of mad scientist are you?”
Marty smirked. “Yeah, like you’re so much better when it comes to boasting about your inventions.”
“There is such a thing as being too humble. Even I took time to brag to my peers.”
Marty grimaced and looked around. “I dunno. I’m actually feeling kinda – weirded out by all the attention. I haven’t got a moment to myself all day. Even in the bathroom, people were staring at me. You just don’t do that, Doc.”
Doc winced. “Yes, that’s part of the reason I came over – I figured you could use the company of someone who’s been through this. At least you’re not being stared at because you blew up half the college.”
“Yeah, I guess. Is it going to be like this for the rest of my life?”
“Probably,” Doc admitted. “People are attracted to the strange. You’d better get used to it.”
Marty sighed. “I don’t think I ever will. Why can’t they just leave us to invent in peace?”
Doc slid a friendly arm around him. “Look at it this way – you finally have some stuff to show off at a symposium.”
“I guess,” Marty said. “I just wish they’d stop--”
His eyes went wide. “Hey, wait a minute. . .if I got the frequencies right. . . .” He started to chuckle madly. “Yeah. . . .”
Doc grinned. “And that’s how you deal with it.”
-TD: Marty doing the Sparky voice will always be weird for me.-
-VDM: How do you think I feel?-
Hehe. Well, as you all know, this is my half-entry for the current![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
backtothefanfic challenge, about dealing with fame. I figured things might be awkward for Marty at first, since in the Narbonic universe, he's not only friends with Doc, he's also been driven Mad himself. The poor kid's in for a lot of stares now.
-M: I like you putting in the internal amplifiers and making it OUR idea.-
Well, it is rather Martyish for Mad Science. I wasn't sure if it would be big enough on it's own, though -- that's why I added the new note scale.
-D: Do you really think they'd just let someone walk into a college cafeteria?-
I figured you showed ID and stuff. Plus I think Hill Valley U is probably a community college or something like that, so security wouldn't be quite as tight.
-WRM: What is he cackling about at the end?-
Invisibility device.
-Martys: Ooooohhh. . . .-
79. Black
“Oh, I’m glad you’re here, Dr. Brown. Maybe you can get through to him.”
“I’ll do my best, Mrs. McFly,” Doc said, frowning. “What seems to be the problem?”
“Well, ever since he got back from that weekend trip with Jennifer, Marty’s been acting – strange. He’s just not himself.”
“He’s – moody,” George said. “It’s – hard to explain. You’d have to see it for yourself. He’s in his room right now.”
Doc nodded and headed down the hall. The door to Marty’s room was closed, but Doc could hear him inside, strumming a mournful tune on his guitar. The scientist knocked. “Marty? Can I come in?”
The music stopped. Marty sighed. “‘Kay.”
Doc opened the door. Marty was sitting on his bed, guitar in hand. He looked very weird, to say the least. He was dressed in all black, from head to foot. Even his hair was dyed black. Sheets of paper surrounded him, covered in blood-red writing. There were a couple of black candles sitting on the end table, and a skull displayed prominently on the desk. Doc lifted an eyebrow. “Er – hi Marty.”
Marty lifted his head. Doc’s eyes nearly fell out as he realized Marty was wearing eyeliner. “Hey,” the teen mumbled, not meeting his eyes.
“Marty – Marty – what – is there something you want to tell me?”
Marty looked over at the skull. “Life is nothing but an agony of despair.”
“Okay then.” Doc sat down, staring. “Your parents wanted me to talk to you. They say you’re – not yourself.” Marty just looked at his shoes. “Look, I know you’ve been through some tough times recently.”
“Tough?” Marty gave a hollow chuckle. “I have experienced the utter darkness of void in my soul. Few people can know of my sadness, my hollowness.”
“. . .Yes, well, I want you to know that – Marty, why the hell are you wearing eyeliner?!”
Marty’s head jerked up. Doc grabbed him by the shoulders. “What is wrong with you? This isn’t the Marty I know!”
“The Marty you knew didn’t have to date his mother! Or see a world of utter torment that he was responsible for! Or risk the possibility of being stuck outside time forever! You have no idea what pain I’ve suffered, what agonies I’ve been through!”
“I’ve died twice! Not to mention having to watch you get shot!”
Marty stopped and thought about that for a moment. “Hey, yeah,” he said, brightening a bit. “So you do know! Can’t you feel the flames of wretchedness tearing at your soul? The dark, empty void clawing at you? The pain, the terror, the purest--”
“Who the hell are you and what have you done with Marty?!”
“Marty is dead,” Marty said tonelessly. Then an evil smile appeared on his face. “As you will soon be!” He laughed wildly, yanking out a knife. “Say goodnight, Dr. Brown!”
And then he turned into a stack of flying pancakes. Doc stared, then shook his head. “Oh, I knew I shouldn’t have had those clams. . . .”
*much staring from muses*
-HD: *looks at White Rabbit Marty* *gigglefit*-
I blame this one all on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
martyfan, SHE gave me the idea, and SHE was the one who said someone should write it.
-M: *shakes head* We just cannot let you two get together, can we? First I'm stripping, now I'm -- what's the word? Emo?-
-WRM: *glaring at HatterDoc* And a stack of flying pancakes, apparently.-
I couldn't figure out how to end it! So I made it a crazy dream sequence. Really, though you have all the reasons in the world for going emo -- being forced to date your mom once while stuck in the past and worrying about your best friend dying is bound to screw a kid up, never mind what ELSE you went through in the sequels -- I can't see you doing it. Unless it's extreme AU.
-M2: *seeing the Jennifers looking evil* You put eyeliner on us while we're asleep tonight. . . .-
-Jennifers: *angelic* Who, us?-
-D: I dread seeing what happens to us in the next drabbles88. . . .-
-HD: *still laughing*-
-VD: Can we get back to more normal things?-
-TD: Er, relatively speaking?-
Yeah, I know, edit edit. Also want to do more "Marty In Wonderland."
-HD: *finally calming down* Marty's really a target this month, isn't he?-
I suppose. Him and Lorraine.
-VD2: Ah yes, "Absolute Power." I can't believe you'd actually want to do a story on that scumbag.-
Well, it's an interesting take on the concept. But yes, he is a scumbag. He and Jack Brown probably would have gotten along very well.
-D: *shudder* Great Scott. That's all we need, Biff going the Jack route.-
-M: That would be heavier than heavy.-
Ew, yeah. I want to shower after that thought.
-DW: Let's just get that one out of the way as fast as possible.-
Agreed. Anyway, I also have a Hill Valley update:
Played the Baines today -- not much happened with them. Sally was a bit obsessed with Joey today, though it did make it easy to get her into the gold. She and Joey shared some red hands and a bit of gossip before joining their siblings for breakfast.
Then after a joke, everyone got skilling. Most everyone earned at least one skill point today, which was nice.
After Milton headed to work, Sally amused herself with some dancing.
Joey caught a shower and called up both Doc and a girl he met named Melissa. He managed to make friends with her after a second call later that afternoon.
After some chocolate fudge cheesecake, the boys went back to skilling as Sally prepped and went off to work. Milton came home and indulged in a bit of cheescake himself before resuming his yoga workout. He's getting very good.
So good, in fact, that he got fit!
That, coupled with Sally getting a nice promotion to Prep Cook, convinced me to buy them some new stuff. Not only did they get a proper stove earlier today, I also bought an expensive radio for Milton. :)
After that, it was bed for most of them -- Milton stayed up the latest, stargazing until 10. I had them sleep for a while, then saved.
-RPD: *frown* Nothing too interesting then?-
Fraid not. Have to rely onrevison_doc and eurekasims for that.
-RPD: Who's next in the rotation for those anyway?-
Forrevison_doc, I gotta play Marty and the FurKin I think. eurekasims, I want to move in Emma and Emmett. Should they live in the same dorm or separate dorms?
-VD: You said that this version of ourselves was more of a side-story, so separate dorms might be best.-
Yeah, I was thinking that. I'll use the campus directory to get them acquainted.
-TD: Will this version of Emmett study Time Travel as a major?-
Don't see why not -- the major appears to be fixed. I'll check the thread again beforehand though.
And now, to update the LJ memories and get to work writing.
-OD: Any drawings planned?-
Well, I do have an idea for a Thanksgiving picture. . . .
-VD2: At last! So you finished the Narbonic one?-
Yup, and wrote another. Here they are:
15. Strangers
Marty could feel them staring at him again. All those strangers, gawking like he was some odd exhibit in a zoo. He wished they’d stop. He hadn’t done anything all that special. Internal amplifiers for guitars – he was surprised no one had thought of it before, frankly. Was it really anything to make a fuss over?
Maybe I shouldn’t have introduced my idea for the new musical note scale at the same time, he thought, shifting uneasily in his seat. Jesus, if I’d had known fame could be this annoying, I would have never wanted to be a rock star.
The door to the cafeteria suddenly opened. All heads turned as Doc entered, looking a bit frazzled. Immediately a ripple of whispers went through the crowd – “Dr. Brown!”
“Great, the local nutcase pays us a visit.”
“He can’t be that crazy, Marty’s friends with him.”
“They’re both bonkers and you know it.”
“Do you think he helped with those guitars? Or the note scale?”
Doc found Marty after a moment’s search and went over. “Hi.”
“Hey Doc. Whatcha doing here?”
“I thought you might like some company,” Doc said, sitting down next to him. He glanced around at the other students, who quickly looked away. “How are things?”
“Okay,” Marty said. “A few kids have actually asked me for autographs, can you believe it?”
Doc grinned. “Actually, I can. You may have just revolutionized the music industry, Marty.”
“You really think so?” Marty asked. “It didn’t seem all that special to me. . . .”
“An entirely new way to read, write, and produce music isn’t that special to you?” Doc lifted an eyebrow. “What kind of mad scientist are you?”
Marty smirked. “Yeah, like you’re so much better when it comes to boasting about your inventions.”
“There is such a thing as being too humble. Even I took time to brag to my peers.”
Marty grimaced and looked around. “I dunno. I’m actually feeling kinda – weirded out by all the attention. I haven’t got a moment to myself all day. Even in the bathroom, people were staring at me. You just don’t do that, Doc.”
Doc winced. “Yes, that’s part of the reason I came over – I figured you could use the company of someone who’s been through this. At least you’re not being stared at because you blew up half the college.”
“Yeah, I guess. Is it going to be like this for the rest of my life?”
“Probably,” Doc admitted. “People are attracted to the strange. You’d better get used to it.”
Marty sighed. “I don’t think I ever will. Why can’t they just leave us to invent in peace?”
Doc slid a friendly arm around him. “Look at it this way – you finally have some stuff to show off at a symposium.”
“I guess,” Marty said. “I just wish they’d stop--”
His eyes went wide. “Hey, wait a minute. . .if I got the frequencies right. . . .” He started to chuckle madly. “Yeah. . . .”
Doc grinned. “And that’s how you deal with it.”
-TD: Marty doing the Sparky voice will always be weird for me.-
-VDM: How do you think I feel?-
Hehe. Well, as you all know, this is my half-entry for the current
backtothefanfic challenge, about dealing with fame. I figured things might be awkward for Marty at first, since in the Narbonic universe, he's not only friends with Doc, he's also been driven Mad himself. The poor kid's in for a lot of stares now.-M: I like you putting in the internal amplifiers and making it OUR idea.-
Well, it is rather Martyish for Mad Science. I wasn't sure if it would be big enough on it's own, though -- that's why I added the new note scale.
-D: Do you really think they'd just let someone walk into a college cafeteria?-
I figured you showed ID and stuff. Plus I think Hill Valley U is probably a community college or something like that, so security wouldn't be quite as tight.
-WRM: What is he cackling about at the end?-
Invisibility device.
-Martys: Ooooohhh. . . .-
79. Black
“Oh, I’m glad you’re here, Dr. Brown. Maybe you can get through to him.”
“I’ll do my best, Mrs. McFly,” Doc said, frowning. “What seems to be the problem?”
“Well, ever since he got back from that weekend trip with Jennifer, Marty’s been acting – strange. He’s just not himself.”
“He’s – moody,” George said. “It’s – hard to explain. You’d have to see it for yourself. He’s in his room right now.”
Doc nodded and headed down the hall. The door to Marty’s room was closed, but Doc could hear him inside, strumming a mournful tune on his guitar. The scientist knocked. “Marty? Can I come in?”
The music stopped. Marty sighed. “‘Kay.”
Doc opened the door. Marty was sitting on his bed, guitar in hand. He looked very weird, to say the least. He was dressed in all black, from head to foot. Even his hair was dyed black. Sheets of paper surrounded him, covered in blood-red writing. There were a couple of black candles sitting on the end table, and a skull displayed prominently on the desk. Doc lifted an eyebrow. “Er – hi Marty.”
Marty lifted his head. Doc’s eyes nearly fell out as he realized Marty was wearing eyeliner. “Hey,” the teen mumbled, not meeting his eyes.
“Marty – Marty – what – is there something you want to tell me?”
Marty looked over at the skull. “Life is nothing but an agony of despair.”
“Okay then.” Doc sat down, staring. “Your parents wanted me to talk to you. They say you’re – not yourself.” Marty just looked at his shoes. “Look, I know you’ve been through some tough times recently.”
“Tough?” Marty gave a hollow chuckle. “I have experienced the utter darkness of void in my soul. Few people can know of my sadness, my hollowness.”
“. . .Yes, well, I want you to know that – Marty, why the hell are you wearing eyeliner?!”
Marty’s head jerked up. Doc grabbed him by the shoulders. “What is wrong with you? This isn’t the Marty I know!”
“The Marty you knew didn’t have to date his mother! Or see a world of utter torment that he was responsible for! Or risk the possibility of being stuck outside time forever! You have no idea what pain I’ve suffered, what agonies I’ve been through!”
“I’ve died twice! Not to mention having to watch you get shot!”
Marty stopped and thought about that for a moment. “Hey, yeah,” he said, brightening a bit. “So you do know! Can’t you feel the flames of wretchedness tearing at your soul? The dark, empty void clawing at you? The pain, the terror, the purest--”
“Who the hell are you and what have you done with Marty?!”
“Marty is dead,” Marty said tonelessly. Then an evil smile appeared on his face. “As you will soon be!” He laughed wildly, yanking out a knife. “Say goodnight, Dr. Brown!”
And then he turned into a stack of flying pancakes. Doc stared, then shook his head. “Oh, I knew I shouldn’t have had those clams. . . .”
*much staring from muses*
-HD: *looks at White Rabbit Marty* *gigglefit*-
I blame this one all on
martyfan, SHE gave me the idea, and SHE was the one who said someone should write it.-M: *shakes head* We just cannot let you two get together, can we? First I'm stripping, now I'm -- what's the word? Emo?-
-WRM: *glaring at HatterDoc* And a stack of flying pancakes, apparently.-
I couldn't figure out how to end it! So I made it a crazy dream sequence. Really, though you have all the reasons in the world for going emo -- being forced to date your mom once while stuck in the past and worrying about your best friend dying is bound to screw a kid up, never mind what ELSE you went through in the sequels -- I can't see you doing it. Unless it's extreme AU.
-M2: *seeing the Jennifers looking evil* You put eyeliner on us while we're asleep tonight. . . .-
-Jennifers: *angelic* Who, us?-
-D: I dread seeing what happens to us in the next drabbles88. . . .-
-HD: *still laughing*-
-VD: Can we get back to more normal things?-
-TD: Er, relatively speaking?-
Yeah, I know, edit edit. Also want to do more "Marty In Wonderland."
-HD: *finally calming down* Marty's really a target this month, isn't he?-
I suppose. Him and Lorraine.
-VD2: Ah yes, "Absolute Power." I can't believe you'd actually want to do a story on that scumbag.-
Well, it's an interesting take on the concept. But yes, he is a scumbag. He and Jack Brown probably would have gotten along very well.
-D: *shudder* Great Scott. That's all we need, Biff going the Jack route.-
-M: That would be heavier than heavy.-
Ew, yeah. I want to shower after that thought.
-DW: Let's just get that one out of the way as fast as possible.-
Agreed. Anyway, I also have a Hill Valley update:
Played the Baines today -- not much happened with them. Sally was a bit obsessed with Joey today, though it did make it easy to get her into the gold. She and Joey shared some red hands and a bit of gossip before joining their siblings for breakfast.
Then after a joke, everyone got skilling. Most everyone earned at least one skill point today, which was nice.
After Milton headed to work, Sally amused herself with some dancing.
Joey caught a shower and called up both Doc and a girl he met named Melissa. He managed to make friends with her after a second call later that afternoon.
After some chocolate fudge cheesecake, the boys went back to skilling as Sally prepped and went off to work. Milton came home and indulged in a bit of cheescake himself before resuming his yoga workout. He's getting very good.
So good, in fact, that he got fit!
That, coupled with Sally getting a nice promotion to Prep Cook, convinced me to buy them some new stuff. Not only did they get a proper stove earlier today, I also bought an expensive radio for Milton. :)
After that, it was bed for most of them -- Milton stayed up the latest, stargazing until 10. I had them sleep for a while, then saved.
-RPD: *frown* Nothing too interesting then?-
Fraid not. Have to rely on
revison_doc and eurekasims for that.-RPD: Who's next in the rotation for those anyway?-
For
revison_doc, I gotta play Marty and the FurKin I think. eurekasims, I want to move in Emma and Emmett. Should they live in the same dorm or separate dorms?-VD: You said that this version of ourselves was more of a side-story, so separate dorms might be best.-
Yeah, I was thinking that. I'll use the campus directory to get them acquainted.
-TD: Will this version of Emmett study Time Travel as a major?-
Don't see why not -- the major appears to be fixed. I'll check the thread again beforehand though.
And now, to update the LJ memories and get to work writing.
-OD: Any drawings planned?-
Well, I do have an idea for a Thanksgiving picture. . . .
