Got Sims?/It's Spork Time Again!
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crossover_chick-RPD: It certainly seems so.-
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revison_doc update yesterday -- I finally started work on the Morte's little flower shop. And today we have a eurekasims update, with Emmett hitting the town. He's really starting to annoy me, ya know.
-TD: How so? He's a Sim -- he's at your beck and call.-
Yeah, if only his love interests were. He's met another two-bolter, Meadow Wood -- she's at the BOTTOM of the list of two-bolters!
-TD: I fail to see the problem.-
The problem is, I kind of like Meadow! It's like everyone I like gets immediately shunted to the bottom of the list.
-VD2: Well, if he just met her --
*shakehead* relationship scores have nothing to do with it -- his top two in the attraction contest aren't even friends.
-RPD: That would be Debbie and Katherine, right?-
Yup -- Debbie the Stupid and Katherine the Argumentive. I'm getting to the point where I'm going to download a buyable wishing well and have him wish for a girlfriend.
-D: Well, nothing says I have to find a significant other in college.-
I know, I know. And my original plan was to have you be a single dad to Plant!Marty. Still, I want you to have love.
-VD: *smile* We appreciate the sentiment.-
On the plus side, I did a little poking around Riverblossom Hills, and I think I found you an appropriate house. Will need some conversion, I think, but with a little work. . . .
-RPD: *surprised* Not building it from scratch?-
Well, I was looking at the Seasons Strategy Guide, and I got interested in the designs. And like I said, I'll be modifying it.
-OD: *tentacles chitter* Now we're all curious. Pictures?-
Maybe tomorrow or the next day.
Anyway, here's an interesting quiz for you lot -- I saw it over on JournalFen (where I go to check out the HMS STFU):
Mine's pretty accurate -- funny how you can get that from colors.
-M: You know, if you're looking for *stumbles a bit* psychoanalysis, you had my Doc marry a shrink.-
LOL, I know, but given she comes from my own head, she might not have a truly objective opinion.
And, to vent a few of the frustrations I've had today. . . .
SPORK TIME! Sorry Geno -- not a slash fic. Will you accept a really crappy something-of-a-genderbender for now?
-VM: O.O Genderbender?-
-DW: I think the Spork Team's going to be in trouble. . . .-
Story Or Series Title: Facts of the Future
Fandom: Back To The Future
Culprit Author's Name: lonelyOdette
Full Name (plus titles if any): Martia McFly, Jenny Brown
Full Species(es): Genderflipus Canonica, Daughteris Unseenus
Hair Color (include adjectives): Not really described. Jenny's hair is apparently usually curly
Eye Color (include adjectives): Not really described, beyond Jenny's being dark
Unusual Markings/Colorations: None described
Special Possessions (if any): Guitars and band equipment, "fashionable" clothing
Annoying Origin: Mr. and Mrs. McFly, Dr. and Mrs. Brown
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: Martia's supposed to be a female Marty, while Jenny's apparently Doc's daughter
Annoying Special Abilities: The ability to STEAL THE FREAKING DELOREAN
Other Annoying Traits: Talking like the worst kind of stereotyped teen
Please include a small sample of the worst of this story:
*Doc and Marty look around fearfully*
Relax, it's not slash.
*Boys relax*
It's a genderbender!
Marty: What?!
Yup, we have a crappy "switch the sex of a main character" fic here. And trust me, it's nasty.
Doc: So why aren't our significant others here to share the pain?
Eh, dunno. I may port them in if I think they'd have something interesting to add. In the meantime, you have a fic to read.
Marty: We've got fanfic sign, Doc!
Summary:Instead of Marty the boy going back in time its Martia the girl and her friend that go back in time to the 1970's not the 1950's. kinda wierd! R&R plz!
Doc: Such a promising beginning.
Marty: Oh great. I don't want to be a girl!
CHAPTER 1
Marty: Uh, we're waiting. . . .
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"Jenny! Oh my gosh, Jenny! You won't believe what Mark just wrote here!" came Jenny Brown's best friend Martia's voice frombehind her.
Marty: O.o Wha? Jennifer's Doc's daughter now?
Doc: *frown* I don't have anything against the name Jennifer, but I'd be more likely to name any daughter of mine after a famous female scientist. Or perhaps feminize Jules Verne -- Julia and Verna?
Looking behind she saw Martia waving a sheet of paper excitedly
Marty: As opposed to a slice of cheese.
Jenny,Not wanting to be forcedinto listeng to Martia talk about herboyfriend the whole way home tartly replied "since you probably won't shut up till I look at it, let me see."
Doc: What is it about these fics that makes the authors ignore all grammar rules?
Marty: You have to ask?
"It says it all Jenny, it really does," said Martia, ignoring the others tartness.
Marty: I'm having a hard time believing this is supposed to be any form of me.
"Okay, Okay, keep your pants on! I'll read it aloud sense whenever your excited it's because you've read something wrong."Jenny teased.
Doc: *pulls out a red pen* Incorrect use of homophones, incorrect capitalization. . . .
Marty: Borrow that from Clara?
Doc: Well, I have to do something to keep my sanity.
Jenny cleared her throat, then began in cheesey imitation of Mark's voice "Dear, Marty...
Doc: Since I've discovered you're really supposed to be a male, we're going to have to break up.
Marty: Back To The Crying Game!
I'll be at my grandmothers all day so here's her number: 922-3560 call me! I love you!...Mark,"
Marty: Mark sounds -- a tad girly.
Doc: What was wrong with keeping the original number from the movie? Might have made a nice homage.
Marty: I'm all for this thing being as divorced from our canon as possible.
Jenny made a face at Martia, "Really, Marty what's so important about Mark giving you his grandmothers phone number, I don't get you you at all."
Doc: I have to agree with Jenny -- if it's not on the back of a "Save the Clocktower" flyer, it really doesn't mean anything to the plot.
Marty: Aw, come on, Doc, wouldn't you be touched if Clara gave you her grandma's phone number?
Doc: I'd be completely confused, actually, as Clara's grandmother wouldn't have a phone.
"No, silly the number has nothing to do with it, it's the part where he says that he loves me that I'm excited about. He has never told me that before, you know," Martia stated dreamily.
Marty: Kind of a sucky boyfriend then.
Doc: Well, perhaps they haven't been dating long.
Marty: No excuse in our canon, what with you and Clara.
Doc: Good point.
"Yeah, well, as much as I'd love to stay and talk about your love life all day, we have practice to get to," Jenny said sacasticly.
Doc: What is she, from the Bronx?
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When the girls reached Jenny's house Mrs. Brown (Jenny's mother) was just leaving.
Marty: Because we'd never guess she was Jenny's mother from their shared last name.
Doc: PLEASE tell me her first name isn't Jill.
Never stated -- you're safe.
Doc: Whew.
"Oh, hello, girls" Mrs. Brown said cheerfully "Your friend Heather came by just half an hour ago, Jen. She asked me to give you this," Mrs. Brown handed Jenny a letter.
Marty: It's a subpoena. She's suing us for all we've got.
"Oh...um, thanks mom," Jenny said rather confused, "I wonder why heather isn't here we were going to practice in the shed today."
"Well, I betcha' the reson she couldn't make it is in that letter. So you might wan't to read it." Mrs. Brown said knowingly, befor leaving.
Doc: *caps the red pen* Forget it -- I'd be out of ink halfway through.
Martia skimed through the letter:
Marty: Hey, wait, that letter was for Jenny, wasn't it?
Doc: You actually expect her to have any sort of continuity?
Marty: Hey, you were the one expecting grammar.
Hey, Marty
Sorry I wasn't able to talk to you after school you seemed to be to busy in detention with Mark. Well, any ways I won't be able to come to practice today. My mom is sick so I have to drive Kevin to soccer practice. Try to practice without me.
Marty: *as Heather* I'll be over to practice tomorrow. Unless I have to drive Kevin to soccer practice again. Have I used the word "practice" enough?
Heather
Martia blush remembering detention with Mark,
Marty: How'd they'd had to write "I will not impersonate canon characters" a thousand times. . . .
but soon snaped out of it,
Doc: She immediately killed Dumbledore and started fixating on a long-dead school crush.
"Oh my gosh, Jenny she can't come, she has to drive her stupid little brother to soccer, but, she also says we should practice on our own."
Marty: Yeah, it's not like we didn't get a chance to read the letter too.
"But, Marty theres only like two songs we can do without her."
"Yeah, your right,
Doc: Is my left
we'll just have to work really hard on those two. Oh my gosh! jen, I almost forgot to tell you,
Marty: I'm having sex-change surgery this Saturday!
I like totally redid the shed, it looks wicked-awsome now!" Martia said excitedly having just remembered.
Marty: You know, I thought we were a garage band, not a shed band.
Doc: Too bad she doesn't have another shed -- then she could be Martia Two-Shed McFly.
Marty: And I can already hear that joke flying over the heads of most of our audience.
The girls ran outside to the shed where the girls band stuff was kept. When they got in Jenny's mouth dropped open.
Marty: *as Jenny* This SUCKS!
All the instruments were set up on a black painted wooden platform like stage with THE PIXY STIX
Marty: *jaw drops* The -- the PIXY STIX?!
Doc: *snort* Pixy Stixs would explain a lot of their behavior, frankly.
painted in green and pink across the front side of the wood. Around the stage were bean bag chairs and an old couch in front. The walls were painted a hot pink with posters of the girls favorite bands and singers covering most of it. Green christmas lights were tacked towards the ceiling.
Marty: . . . Kill me now.
Doc: *pats back* Just remember, this fic probably hasn't been updated in years.
"Oh my gosh! Jen, it's...it's beautiful.
Doc: I certainly hope she's saying that "sacasticly."
Marty: Wait a minute, I thought it was Martia who painted up the shed! It's too early for this sort of shit!
I wish Heather was here she would probably faint."
"Yeah, you're right, she probably would!" Jenny said, between giggles.
Marty: Ooooh, it's Jennifer Jane McFly's patented "have the characters talk to themselves" device. I gotcha.
After the girls giggling session they got up and practiced all the songs they could without heather.
Doc: Which, as previously established, was two, so it couldn't have been a fruitful session.
Marty: I'm frightened to hear what they're gonna play.
AN: Hey there! the reason there are so many spelling erorrs is because 1) I am a horrible speller!
Marty: *deadpan* No, really?
2) The computer I am using doesn't have any writing programs with any kind of spellcheck on them.
Doc: You know, there's this wonderful thing called a "dictionary" that people have been using for many years now. . . .
So if you see a miss spelled
Marty: Irony at its finest.
word just kindly tell me the right way to spell it in your reivew. thanks!
CHAPTER 2
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"Oh my gosh! Jenny, Heather guess what! said Martia excitedly as she walked into Jenny's room. The other girls had been waiting for her so they could begin practice.
Marty: Damn it! Get back here, quotation marks!
"Okay...um...did you win a million bucks?" guessed Jenny.
"No, our hard work payed off and we have been accepted to play at Love's bar." Martia said happily.
Doc: Is that like the Love Boat?
Marty: Sounds like a place Biff would go to.
"Oh my gosh, are you serious!"cried Heather.
Marty: *as Martia* Of course not -- we're gonna slave away in obscurity forever.
"Heck yes, and here's the letter to prove it."
Heather grabbed the letter, read it, then squealed, "Oh my gosh, we get payed like fifty dollars each too!"
Marty: *mock happy, high-pitched voice* Oh wow, fifty dollars! That's, like, incredible! Oh my gosh!
Doc: . . . Marty, that's highly disturbing.
Martia then noticed that Jenny wasn't looking quite as happy as the others so she put on her worried friend face and said "Jenny, whats the matter? Aren't you excited?"
Doc: Heather now counts as multiple people?
Marty: Well, there were a bunch of people in my grade named Heather.
"Do you guys acctually think our parents are going to let us go to a BAR? I don't think so! I mean I know for a fact that you have to be eighteen or older to even get in one," Jenny almost yelled, ignoring the questions Martia had asked.
Doc: Actually, I think that response qualifies as an answer to the first question.
Marty: Someone displaying some intelligence in this fic? Holy crap, the world is ending.
Martia gasped, "Oh my gosh! your right my parents would never let me go, after all I'm only seventeen."
"Um...guys...just to let ya'll know, I'm already eighteen, my parents don't care what I do or where I go, and the bar people wont ask for your age if your going to be working there." said Heather matter-of-factly.
Marty: How convenient. Your friends don't even know your age?
Doc: I get the feeling Love's Bar goes out of business a lot.
"Oh my gosh! are you saying we should not tell our parents and just sneek out hoping they won't find out." cried Jenny.
Marty: *as Heather* Uh, no, I'm just saying I can get in, so the hell with you two.
The room went silent until Martia who had been deep in thought suddenly broke it,
Doc: And had to get a carpet sweeper to clean up the mess.
"You know Jen, thats actually a pretty good idea.
Marty: For a crappy sitcom.
I mean November 9th...which is the night we are invited to the bar is also my parents anniversary of when they met. I'ts quite funny really because my parents met when my dad hit my mother with his new car and I guess he felt sorry for her or somthing because they fell in love.
Marty: . . . Nearly mowing someone down with your car equals "twoo luff?"
Doc: You would HOPE he would feel sorry for possibly injuring or killing her!
Marty: And why would Martia's friends care how her parents met anyway? I've never asked how any of my friends' parents met. Hell, I didn't even care how mine met until I screwed things up.
Well any ways, my parents always go out for dinner, and when they do they stay out really late so if we get back as soon as we are finished playing then my parents will probably never even know I left." Martia said excitedly.
Marty: Hands up who thinks this plan is going to go terribly wrong.
Doc and Marty: *raise hands*
"Oh! and what do you guys suppose I should do! I mean my parents watch me like a hawk,I meanthey rarley ever let me even spend the night at any of my friends houses unless they have deemed that friend worthy by thier standards! Which isn't very often!
Doc: I refuse to believe this is my daughter. My daughter would speak far more intellectually.
Marty: Well, it doesn't say directly this is Jenny.
"Oh my gosh, thats it! you can say your staying at my house I mean you have done it befor so it shouldn't be a problem, and if my parents never find out then yours most likely won't." Martia reasured her.
Doc: You're basing this on what evidence?
"Are you sure?" Jenny said still not sure.
"Positive!"
"Okay...fine you've convinced me but you know my parents still have'nt said they would let me spend the night." Jenny finally said.
Marty: Sheesh, Jenny caves easy.
Martia squealed, "Oh my gosh! this is going to be so exciting I've never snuck out behind my parents backs befor!
Doc: All right, I know Dan Quayle proved there are some words that don't need an "e" at the end, but there are some that do.
"Hey guys, I don't mean to be jonny raincloud but how are ya'll going to get there. I mean the only person I know who has a car and would give me a ride would be my boyfriend Josh and his little car doesn't seat more than two people so you guys will have to find your own ride." Heather said.
Doc: Bus service? Cab? Hill Valley has both.
Marty: Nah, it wouldn't be exciting then.
"Hey! I have an idea!" Jenny exclaimed, "My dad has this car he is using for one of his projects and well since he grew up Jewish
Marty: Wha?
Doc: *blinkblink* I really like to know where she came up with THAT.
Marty: *shrug* She's just a schmiel.
he never works on his stuff on Sundays which happens to be the same night as the thing at the bar. So he will never know if we borrow it for a few hours."
Doc: Oh, of course I won't. Not like I won't be keeping a TIME MACHINE under lock and key.
"What kind of car is it?" Martia asked curiously.
"Um...I don't really remember whats it's called but, it's the kind that's made of stainless steel and has the doors that go up," Jenny said trying to remember.
"Oh my gosh! A Delorean! Do you mean to me that your dad has a DELOREAN! Why didn't you tell me! Martia said extreamly shocked.
Marty: You never asked?
Doc: It's spelled correctly! About time!
"Yea, that's it, a Delorean. My dad likes his projects to be classy," Jenny said informingly.
Doc: All right, Odette, you don't have to put an adverb after ever instance of "said." It's getting very annoying.
"I'd say!" Martia mumbled.
"Okay, then it's all settled I go to the bar with Josh, Jenny tells her parents that she is going to spend the night at Martia's but, instead she steals her dad's car and picks Martia up at her house on her way to the bar. Then after we are finished playing we quickly head home and act as if nothing happend," said heather, happy that they had finally finished planing it out. "Now are we going to practice or what?"
Marty: Yeah, some plan. I'd say I'd be amazed if they pulled it off, but this is bad fanfic. Of course they are.
Doc: Do we really need such a complicated set up? Wouldn't it be easier to, perhaps, follow the actual movie a bit more?
Marty: But then how would the characters get in their "oh my gosh!" quota?
Disclaimer: I don't own the song "Stand up". Superchick does!
Marty: Superchick! She has the power of Super-
*Jennifer appears, thwaps Marty, disappears*
Marty: Ow! A guy can't have a little fun?
CHAPTER 3
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Doc: Please sign for the crappy fanfic on the dotted line.
"Bye Mom!"
"Bye Jen, have fun at Martia's," Mrs. Brown called from the kitchen.
"Oh! I will Mom, and thanks again for the brownies."
"Oh, no problem Jen, I mean I know how much that friend of yours likes brownies she will be extreamly happy I made them your little sleep over.
Doc: *as Mrs. Brown* I know how much you girls like fresh cannabis!
"yeah well, umm...bye Mom" Jenny said again, she was getting kind of nervous.
"Yeah, bye honey!
Marty: *as Mrs. Brown* And bring me back some Miller Lite from that bar you're not sneaking off to!
Jenny then opened the front door and closed it without going out as to make her mother believe she had left. She then tiptoed silently in her socks toward the door that led to the garage while holding her shoes and having her backpack slung over her shoulder.
Marty: Do we really need to know all this?
Getting to the door, turning the handle, and opening it slowly she didn't make a sound but, when she closed the door shut it clicks rather loudly.
Doc: Oh, great, it's been too long since we've seen a random tense change.
Jenny freezes, but when she hears no sound on the other side of the door she heads toward the big garage door and instead of using the automatic button she opens it the old fashioned way, by hand, which also happens to be the quietest way.
Marty: Well, no shit. Though, really, opening a garage door is never exactly quiet.
Once the door is open she hops into the DeLorean and turns the key she had stolen out of her fathers desk drawer. Jenny backed the car out of the garage then parks it once she reaches the street corner. After running back to the garage she closes the door, runs back to the DeLorean and drives it to Martia's house.
Doc: You know, it just came to my attention -- where AM I? Shouldn't I be puttering around or something -- perhaps adding dramatic tension to this scene?
Marty: You're complaining about NOT being in this fic?
Doc: . . . Good point.
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"Oh my gosh! Jen, you're here...and you have your dad's DeLorean!" Martia said excitedly as she saw Jenny get out of the car.
Marty: *as Martia* I thought you were riding over on a giant chicken!
"Yes, I know...and I have all the things we will need to make our rock star looks complete in this here bag."
Doc: And then we'll get the gold in them there hills!
"Oh my gosh! let me see!" Martia squealed like a little girl.
"Go ahead and take a look for yourself," said Jenny. By then then girls were in Martia's room.
Marty: Sheesh, what are they, teleporters?
"Okay!" Martia grabs the bag and dumps the contense onto her bed.
Doc: Damn it, stick to a tense!
laying on the bed is the container of brownies and a bunch of makeup, scarves, high heals,
Marty: What, like "Cure Critical Wounds?"
Doc: You play roleplaying games?
Marty: Dad does.
skirts, tops, and jackets. Jenny quickly grabs the container of brownies and stuffs them back into her now empty backpack befor Martia realises what they were.
Marty: Uh, why? Are they evil brownies?
Doc: Coming this fall -- Attack of the Brownie!
"What was that?" Martia asks suspiciously.
"Oh..um...nothing, just little snack for later." Jenny says quickly.
Marty: Maybe Jenny just doesn't like to share.
Doc: Well, would you want to share high-quality weed?
Marty: Stop channeling Jim Ignatowski.
"Okay, whatever you say----Oh my gosh! I love this skirt. oh! and those heals. Could I use them Jen!" Said Martia interrupting her self.
Marty: Which is pretty easy, considering. . . .
"Oh! of course, that's why I brought them.
The girls began picking out clothes and accessories from both Jenny's backpack and Martia's closet. By the time they were done Jenny had picked out a pair of very faded and ripped up jeans that happened to be the latest fashion
Marty: Naturally -- can't have the girls looking unfashionable!
, a pink tank top, brown corderoy jacket, and brown spike heals. Martia wore a deniem skirt, green halter top, jean jacket, and green high healed sandles.
Doc: And people accuse me of being a fashion victim.
Once the girls had finished dressing, they did each others makeup and hair. Jenny ended up totally different than normal
Marty: She looked like Ronald Reagan after a bad hair day.
with her hair naturaly curly hair straightend stick straight and pulled back with a pink scarf tied at the side. Her eyes looked bigger and darker than ever with all the makeup she was wareing. In her ears she wore big silver hoops to finish off her gypsy look.
Doc: Let's not bring an already stereotyped ethnic group into this.
Martia too looked very different with her wavy hair curled up so she looked like shirley temple with lots of makeup and long dangleing earings.
Marty: Shirley Temple? For a rock band?
Doc: They are called the Pixy Stix.
Marty: Don't remind me. . . .
After there looks were complete they waited till Martia's parents left for dinner, then hopped into the DeLorean and drove to the back entrance of Love's.
"Okay, Here we are," said Jenny.
Marty: Captain Obvious strikes again!
Martia just strared at the building looking very scared.
"Come on Marty, there's no turning back now. Any ways heather's probably waiting for us now...So let go!" Jenny almost yelled.
Doc: It's a never-ending cycle of bullying with this lot.
Martia noded her head and followed Jenny out of the car and into the building.
"Marty, Jen over here!"
The girls looked down the hall and saw Heather beconing to them. "Hey ya'll,
Marty: *as Heather* We're gonna have a real good time here, yee-haw!
the manager said we could practice in this room till it's time for us to play."
"Oh, that's great," sighed Jenny, "I was really hoping we would be able to."
Marty: What, you didn't practice beforehand?! Shame, shame!
Doc: How big is this bar?
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Martia sighed with relief they were just about to sing thier last song for the night. This song was Martia's favorite so she was the one to be singing it, she was really quite excited.
Marty: The audience, in contrast, was utterly terrified.
She stepped up to the mike and waited for her cue.
Jenny strumed out the tune on her guitar and five beats later Martia started right on time. her voice was soft yet sweet and clear.
Marty: Oh, god, tell me we're not actually going to hear the song.
"I'm not afraid to fall
it means I climbed up high
to fall is not to fail
you fail when you don't try
Not afraid to fall
I might just learn to fly
I will spread these wings of mine."
Marty: KILL ME!
Doc: We got through Jennifer Jane McFly's stuff kid, we can get through this!
Heather joined in with the drums for the melody.
"If get up I might fall back down again
so let's get up c'mon
if I get up I might fall back down again
but we get up anyway
but we'll just jump and see even if it's the 20th time
we'll just jump and see if we can fly."
Marty: It doesn't even rhyme! This isn't music, this is -- this is --
Doc: Pure evil?
Marty: Yes!
"I'm not afraid to fall and here I told you so
don't want to rock the boat
but I just had to know
just a greener side
or can I touch the sky
but either way I will have tried."
Doc: . . . What? What did that even mean?!
Marty: *weeps*
"if I get up I might fall back down again
so let's get up c'mon
if I get up I might fall back down again
but we get u----."
Martia stopped mid word,
Marty: As the enraged audience swarmed the stage!
a couple who looked freakishly like her parents had just walked into the bar. having missed only one beat she started up again
Marty: No!
Doc: Please! We'll pay you!
"----anyway
but we'll just jump and see even if it's the 30th time
we'll just jump and see if we can fly."
The woman who looked like her mother looked right at Martia. It was her mother! Martia was horified but didn't let it show in her music. She sang on...
Marty: *whimpers*
Doc: It can't be much longer, kid.
"I'm not afraid to fall
I've fallen many times
they laughed when I fell down
but I have dared to climb
not afraid to fall
I know I'll fall again
but I can win this in the end."
Mrs. McFly looked from Martia, to Jenny, to Heather, and then back to Martia. Her eyes widened...
Marty: *as Mrs. McFly* My GOD, my daughter's a crappy singer.
"If I get up I might fall back down again
so let's get up c'mon
if I get up I might fall back down again
but we get up anyway
but we'll just jump and see even if it's the 40th time
we'll just jump and and see if we can fly."
Doc: That? That was cruel and unusual punishment.
The girls quickly bowed and ran off the stage, but not until Martia had seen Mrs. McFly walking swiftly towards the stage...
Marty: And?
That's the end.
Marty: WHAT?! There wasn't even any TIME TRAVEL?! What the shit is this?!
Doc: Great Scott, you can barely call that a Back To The Future fic! All that is is some random teenage girls who happen to share some last names with us!
Marty: I think I might have preferred the slash.
Oooh, I'm sure I can root up something.
Marty: I TAKE IT BACK!
Doc: Come on, I think we have drinks waiting for us at the Inkwell.
-DW: And yet again, FF.net lives up to its nickname of "The Pit."-
-VDM: Was anyone else picturing them with really high-pitched voices?-
Yeah -- ouch, huh?
-HD: *grabs SporkDoc and SporkMarty and gives them biscuits* For a stellar performance in the face of absurdity.-
-SporkMarty: Don't you mean "adversity?"-
-HD: That too. Tea?-
-SporkDoc: I think we're going to need something a little stronger. Thanks anyway.-
I suppose I should go write myself. Got a "summer" drabble I need to finish, after all.
Heh, yeah.
revison_doc update yesterday -- I finally started work on the Morte's little flower shop. And today we have a eurekasims update, with Emmett hitting the town. He's really starting to annoy me, ya know.-TD: How so? He's a Sim -- he's at your beck and call.-
Yeah, if only his love interests were. He's met another two-bolter, Meadow Wood -- she's at the BOTTOM of the list of two-bolters!
-TD: I fail to see the problem.-
The problem is, I kind of like Meadow! It's like everyone I like gets immediately shunted to the bottom of the list.
-VD2: Well, if he just met her --
*shakehead* relationship scores have nothing to do with it -- his top two in the attraction contest aren't even friends.
-RPD: That would be Debbie and Katherine, right?-
Yup -- Debbie the Stupid and Katherine the Argumentive. I'm getting to the point where I'm going to download a buyable wishing well and have him wish for a girlfriend.
-D: Well, nothing says I have to find a significant other in college.-
I know, I know. And my original plan was to have you be a single dad to Plant!Marty. Still, I want you to have love.
-VD: *smile* We appreciate the sentiment.-
On the plus side, I did a little poking around Riverblossom Hills, and I think I found you an appropriate house. Will need some conversion, I think, but with a little work. . . .
-RPD: *surprised* Not building it from scratch?-
Well, I was looking at the Seasons Strategy Guide, and I got interested in the designs. And like I said, I'll be modifying it.
-OD: *tentacles chitter* Now we're all curious. Pictures?-
Maybe tomorrow or the next day.
Anyway, here's an interesting quiz for you lot -- I saw it over on JournalFen (where I go to check out the HMS STFU):
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docsgirl took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! "Wants interesting and exciting things to happen. A..."
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Mine's pretty accurate -- funny how you can get that from colors.
-M: You know, if you're looking for *stumbles a bit* psychoanalysis, you had my Doc marry a shrink.-
LOL, I know, but given she comes from my own head, she might not have a truly objective opinion.
And, to vent a few of the frustrations I've had today. . . .
SPORK TIME! Sorry Geno -- not a slash fic. Will you accept a really crappy something-of-a-genderbender for now?
-VM: O.O Genderbender?-
-DW: I think the Spork Team's going to be in trouble. . . .-
Story Or Series Title: Facts of the Future
Fandom: Back To The Future
Full Name (plus titles if any): Martia McFly, Jenny Brown
Full Species(es): Genderflipus Canonica, Daughteris Unseenus
Hair Color (include adjectives): Not really described. Jenny's hair is apparently usually curly
Eye Color (include adjectives): Not really described, beyond Jenny's being dark
Unusual Markings/Colorations: None described
Special Possessions (if any): Guitars and band equipment, "fashionable" clothing
Annoying Origin: Mr. and Mrs. McFly, Dr. and Mrs. Brown
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: Martia's supposed to be a female Marty, while Jenny's apparently Doc's daughter
Annoying Special Abilities: The ability to STEAL THE FREAKING DELOREAN
Other Annoying Traits: Talking like the worst kind of stereotyped teen
Please include a small sample of the worst of this story:
*Doc and Marty look around fearfully*
Relax, it's not slash.
*Boys relax*
It's a genderbender!
Marty: What?!
Yup, we have a crappy "switch the sex of a main character" fic here. And trust me, it's nasty.
Doc: So why aren't our significant others here to share the pain?
Eh, dunno. I may port them in if I think they'd have something interesting to add. In the meantime, you have a fic to read.
Marty: We've got fanfic sign, Doc!
Summary:Instead of Marty the boy going back in time its Martia the girl and her friend that go back in time to the 1970's not the 1950's. kinda wierd! R&R plz!
Doc: Such a promising beginning.
Marty: Oh great. I don't want to be a girl!
CHAPTER 1
Marty: Uh, we're waiting. . . .
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"Jenny! Oh my gosh, Jenny! You won't believe what Mark just wrote here!" came Jenny Brown's best friend Martia's voice frombehind her.
Marty: O.o Wha? Jennifer's Doc's daughter now?
Doc: *frown* I don't have anything against the name Jennifer, but I'd be more likely to name any daughter of mine after a famous female scientist. Or perhaps feminize Jules Verne -- Julia and Verna?
Looking behind she saw Martia waving a sheet of paper excitedly
Marty: As opposed to a slice of cheese.
Jenny,Not wanting to be forcedinto listeng to Martia talk about herboyfriend the whole way home tartly replied "since you probably won't shut up till I look at it, let me see."
Doc: What is it about these fics that makes the authors ignore all grammar rules?
Marty: You have to ask?
"It says it all Jenny, it really does," said Martia, ignoring the others tartness.
Marty: I'm having a hard time believing this is supposed to be any form of me.
"Okay, Okay, keep your pants on! I'll read it aloud sense whenever your excited it's because you've read something wrong."Jenny teased.
Doc: *pulls out a red pen* Incorrect use of homophones, incorrect capitalization. . . .
Marty: Borrow that from Clara?
Doc: Well, I have to do something to keep my sanity.
Jenny cleared her throat, then began in cheesey imitation of Mark's voice "Dear, Marty...
Doc: Since I've discovered you're really supposed to be a male, we're going to have to break up.
Marty: Back To The Crying Game!
I'll be at my grandmothers all day so here's her number: 922-3560 call me! I love you!...Mark,"
Marty: Mark sounds -- a tad girly.
Doc: What was wrong with keeping the original number from the movie? Might have made a nice homage.
Marty: I'm all for this thing being as divorced from our canon as possible.
Jenny made a face at Martia, "Really, Marty what's so important about Mark giving you his grandmothers phone number, I don't get you you at all."
Doc: I have to agree with Jenny -- if it's not on the back of a "Save the Clocktower" flyer, it really doesn't mean anything to the plot.
Marty: Aw, come on, Doc, wouldn't you be touched if Clara gave you her grandma's phone number?
Doc: I'd be completely confused, actually, as Clara's grandmother wouldn't have a phone.
"No, silly the number has nothing to do with it, it's the part where he says that he loves me that I'm excited about. He has never told me that before, you know," Martia stated dreamily.
Marty: Kind of a sucky boyfriend then.
Doc: Well, perhaps they haven't been dating long.
Marty: No excuse in our canon, what with you and Clara.
Doc: Good point.
"Yeah, well, as much as I'd love to stay and talk about your love life all day, we have practice to get to," Jenny said sacasticly.
Doc: What is she, from the Bronx?
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When the girls reached Jenny's house Mrs. Brown (Jenny's mother) was just leaving.
Marty: Because we'd never guess she was Jenny's mother from their shared last name.
Doc: PLEASE tell me her first name isn't Jill.
Never stated -- you're safe.
Doc: Whew.
"Oh, hello, girls" Mrs. Brown said cheerfully "Your friend Heather came by just half an hour ago, Jen. She asked me to give you this," Mrs. Brown handed Jenny a letter.
Marty: It's a subpoena. She's suing us for all we've got.
"Oh...um, thanks mom," Jenny said rather confused, "I wonder why heather isn't here we were going to practice in the shed today."
"Well, I betcha' the reson she couldn't make it is in that letter. So you might wan't to read it." Mrs. Brown said knowingly, befor leaving.
Doc: *caps the red pen* Forget it -- I'd be out of ink halfway through.
Martia skimed through the letter:
Marty: Hey, wait, that letter was for Jenny, wasn't it?
Doc: You actually expect her to have any sort of continuity?
Marty: Hey, you were the one expecting grammar.
Hey, Marty
Sorry I wasn't able to talk to you after school you seemed to be to busy in detention with Mark. Well, any ways I won't be able to come to practice today. My mom is sick so I have to drive Kevin to soccer practice. Try to practice without me.
Marty: *as Heather* I'll be over to practice tomorrow. Unless I have to drive Kevin to soccer practice again. Have I used the word "practice" enough?
Heather
Martia blush remembering detention with Mark,
Marty: How'd they'd had to write "I will not impersonate canon characters" a thousand times. . . .
but soon snaped out of it,
Doc: She immediately killed Dumbledore and started fixating on a long-dead school crush.
"Oh my gosh, Jenny she can't come, she has to drive her stupid little brother to soccer, but, she also says we should practice on our own."
Marty: Yeah, it's not like we didn't get a chance to read the letter too.
"But, Marty theres only like two songs we can do without her."
"Yeah, your right,
Doc: Is my left
we'll just have to work really hard on those two. Oh my gosh! jen, I almost forgot to tell you,
Marty: I'm having sex-change surgery this Saturday!
I like totally redid the shed, it looks wicked-awsome now!" Martia said excitedly having just remembered.
Marty: You know, I thought we were a garage band, not a shed band.
Doc: Too bad she doesn't have another shed -- then she could be Martia Two-Shed McFly.
Marty: And I can already hear that joke flying over the heads of most of our audience.
The girls ran outside to the shed where the girls band stuff was kept. When they got in Jenny's mouth dropped open.
Marty: *as Jenny* This SUCKS!
All the instruments were set up on a black painted wooden platform like stage with THE PIXY STIX
Marty: *jaw drops* The -- the PIXY STIX?!
Doc: *snort* Pixy Stixs would explain a lot of their behavior, frankly.
painted in green and pink across the front side of the wood. Around the stage were bean bag chairs and an old couch in front. The walls were painted a hot pink with posters of the girls favorite bands and singers covering most of it. Green christmas lights were tacked towards the ceiling.
Marty: . . . Kill me now.
Doc: *pats back* Just remember, this fic probably hasn't been updated in years.
"Oh my gosh! Jen, it's...it's beautiful.
Doc: I certainly hope she's saying that "sacasticly."
Marty: Wait a minute, I thought it was Martia who painted up the shed! It's too early for this sort of shit!
I wish Heather was here she would probably faint."
"Yeah, you're right, she probably would!" Jenny said, between giggles.
Marty: Ooooh, it's Jennifer Jane McFly's patented "have the characters talk to themselves" device. I gotcha.
After the girls giggling session they got up and practiced all the songs they could without heather.
Doc: Which, as previously established, was two, so it couldn't have been a fruitful session.
Marty: I'm frightened to hear what they're gonna play.
AN: Hey there! the reason there are so many spelling erorrs is because 1) I am a horrible speller!
Marty: *deadpan* No, really?
2) The computer I am using doesn't have any writing programs with any kind of spellcheck on them.
Doc: You know, there's this wonderful thing called a "dictionary" that people have been using for many years now. . . .
So if you see a miss spelled
Marty: Irony at its finest.
word just kindly tell me the right way to spell it in your reivew. thanks!
CHAPTER 2
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"Oh my gosh! Jenny, Heather guess what! said Martia excitedly as she walked into Jenny's room. The other girls had been waiting for her so they could begin practice.
Marty: Damn it! Get back here, quotation marks!
"Okay...um...did you win a million bucks?" guessed Jenny.
"No, our hard work payed off and we have been accepted to play at Love's bar." Martia said happily.
Doc: Is that like the Love Boat?
Marty: Sounds like a place Biff would go to.
"Oh my gosh, are you serious!"cried Heather.
Marty: *as Martia* Of course not -- we're gonna slave away in obscurity forever.
"Heck yes, and here's the letter to prove it."
Heather grabbed the letter, read it, then squealed, "Oh my gosh, we get payed like fifty dollars each too!"
Marty: *mock happy, high-pitched voice* Oh wow, fifty dollars! That's, like, incredible! Oh my gosh!
Doc: . . . Marty, that's highly disturbing.
Martia then noticed that Jenny wasn't looking quite as happy as the others so she put on her worried friend face and said "Jenny, whats the matter? Aren't you excited?"
Doc: Heather now counts as multiple people?
Marty: Well, there were a bunch of people in my grade named Heather.
"Do you guys acctually think our parents are going to let us go to a BAR? I don't think so! I mean I know for a fact that you have to be eighteen or older to even get in one," Jenny almost yelled, ignoring the questions Martia had asked.
Doc: Actually, I think that response qualifies as an answer to the first question.
Marty: Someone displaying some intelligence in this fic? Holy crap, the world is ending.
Martia gasped, "Oh my gosh! your right my parents would never let me go, after all I'm only seventeen."
"Um...guys...just to let ya'll know, I'm already eighteen, my parents don't care what I do or where I go, and the bar people wont ask for your age if your going to be working there." said Heather matter-of-factly.
Marty: How convenient. Your friends don't even know your age?
Doc: I get the feeling Love's Bar goes out of business a lot.
"Oh my gosh! are you saying we should not tell our parents and just sneek out hoping they won't find out." cried Jenny.
Marty: *as Heather* Uh, no, I'm just saying I can get in, so the hell with you two.
The room went silent until Martia who had been deep in thought suddenly broke it,
Doc: And had to get a carpet sweeper to clean up the mess.
"You know Jen, thats actually a pretty good idea.
Marty: For a crappy sitcom.
I mean November 9th...which is the night we are invited to the bar is also my parents anniversary of when they met. I'ts quite funny really because my parents met when my dad hit my mother with his new car and I guess he felt sorry for her or somthing because they fell in love.
Marty: . . . Nearly mowing someone down with your car equals "twoo luff?"
Doc: You would HOPE he would feel sorry for possibly injuring or killing her!
Marty: And why would Martia's friends care how her parents met anyway? I've never asked how any of my friends' parents met. Hell, I didn't even care how mine met until I screwed things up.
Well any ways, my parents always go out for dinner, and when they do they stay out really late so if we get back as soon as we are finished playing then my parents will probably never even know I left." Martia said excitedly.
Marty: Hands up who thinks this plan is going to go terribly wrong.
Doc and Marty: *raise hands*
"Oh! and what do you guys suppose I should do! I mean my parents watch me like a hawk,I meanthey rarley ever let me even spend the night at any of my friends houses unless they have deemed that friend worthy by thier standards! Which isn't very often!
Doc: I refuse to believe this is my daughter. My daughter would speak far more intellectually.
Marty: Well, it doesn't say directly this is Jenny.
"Oh my gosh, thats it! you can say your staying at my house I mean you have done it befor so it shouldn't be a problem, and if my parents never find out then yours most likely won't." Martia reasured her.
Doc: You're basing this on what evidence?
"Are you sure?" Jenny said still not sure.
"Positive!"
"Okay...fine you've convinced me but you know my parents still have'nt said they would let me spend the night." Jenny finally said.
Marty: Sheesh, Jenny caves easy.
Martia squealed, "Oh my gosh! this is going to be so exciting I've never snuck out behind my parents backs befor!
Doc: All right, I know Dan Quayle proved there are some words that don't need an "e" at the end, but there are some that do.
"Hey guys, I don't mean to be jonny raincloud but how are ya'll going to get there. I mean the only person I know who has a car and would give me a ride would be my boyfriend Josh and his little car doesn't seat more than two people so you guys will have to find your own ride." Heather said.
Doc: Bus service? Cab? Hill Valley has both.
Marty: Nah, it wouldn't be exciting then.
"Hey! I have an idea!" Jenny exclaimed, "My dad has this car he is using for one of his projects and well since he grew up Jewish
Marty: Wha?
Doc: *blinkblink* I really like to know where she came up with THAT.
Marty: *shrug* She's just a schmiel.
he never works on his stuff on Sundays which happens to be the same night as the thing at the bar. So he will never know if we borrow it for a few hours."
Doc: Oh, of course I won't. Not like I won't be keeping a TIME MACHINE under lock and key.
"What kind of car is it?" Martia asked curiously.
"Um...I don't really remember whats it's called but, it's the kind that's made of stainless steel and has the doors that go up," Jenny said trying to remember.
"Oh my gosh! A Delorean! Do you mean to me that your dad has a DELOREAN! Why didn't you tell me! Martia said extreamly shocked.
Marty: You never asked?
Doc: It's spelled correctly! About time!
"Yea, that's it, a Delorean. My dad likes his projects to be classy," Jenny said informingly.
Doc: All right, Odette, you don't have to put an adverb after ever instance of "said." It's getting very annoying.
"I'd say!" Martia mumbled.
"Okay, then it's all settled I go to the bar with Josh, Jenny tells her parents that she is going to spend the night at Martia's but, instead she steals her dad's car and picks Martia up at her house on her way to the bar. Then after we are finished playing we quickly head home and act as if nothing happend," said heather, happy that they had finally finished planing it out. "Now are we going to practice or what?"
Marty: Yeah, some plan. I'd say I'd be amazed if they pulled it off, but this is bad fanfic. Of course they are.
Doc: Do we really need such a complicated set up? Wouldn't it be easier to, perhaps, follow the actual movie a bit more?
Marty: But then how would the characters get in their "oh my gosh!" quota?
Disclaimer: I don't own the song "Stand up". Superchick does!
Marty: Superchick! She has the power of Super-
*Jennifer appears, thwaps Marty, disappears*
Marty: Ow! A guy can't have a little fun?
CHAPTER 3
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Doc: Please sign for the crappy fanfic on the dotted line.
"Bye Mom!"
"Bye Jen, have fun at Martia's," Mrs. Brown called from the kitchen.
"Oh! I will Mom, and thanks again for the brownies."
"Oh, no problem Jen, I mean I know how much that friend of yours likes brownies she will be extreamly happy I made them your little sleep over.
Doc: *as Mrs. Brown* I know how much you girls like fresh cannabis!
"yeah well, umm...bye Mom" Jenny said again, she was getting kind of nervous.
"Yeah, bye honey!
Marty: *as Mrs. Brown* And bring me back some Miller Lite from that bar you're not sneaking off to!
Jenny then opened the front door and closed it without going out as to make her mother believe she had left. She then tiptoed silently in her socks toward the door that led to the garage while holding her shoes and having her backpack slung over her shoulder.
Marty: Do we really need to know all this?
Getting to the door, turning the handle, and opening it slowly she didn't make a sound but, when she closed the door shut it clicks rather loudly.
Doc: Oh, great, it's been too long since we've seen a random tense change.
Jenny freezes, but when she hears no sound on the other side of the door she heads toward the big garage door and instead of using the automatic button she opens it the old fashioned way, by hand, which also happens to be the quietest way.
Marty: Well, no shit. Though, really, opening a garage door is never exactly quiet.
Once the door is open she hops into the DeLorean and turns the key she had stolen out of her fathers desk drawer. Jenny backed the car out of the garage then parks it once she reaches the street corner. After running back to the garage she closes the door, runs back to the DeLorean and drives it to Martia's house.
Doc: You know, it just came to my attention -- where AM I? Shouldn't I be puttering around or something -- perhaps adding dramatic tension to this scene?
Marty: You're complaining about NOT being in this fic?
Doc: . . . Good point.
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"Oh my gosh! Jen, you're here...and you have your dad's DeLorean!" Martia said excitedly as she saw Jenny get out of the car.
Marty: *as Martia* I thought you were riding over on a giant chicken!
"Yes, I know...and I have all the things we will need to make our rock star looks complete in this here bag."
Doc: And then we'll get the gold in them there hills!
"Oh my gosh! let me see!" Martia squealed like a little girl.
"Go ahead and take a look for yourself," said Jenny. By then then girls were in Martia's room.
Marty: Sheesh, what are they, teleporters?
"Okay!" Martia grabs the bag and dumps the contense onto her bed.
Doc: Damn it, stick to a tense!
laying on the bed is the container of brownies and a bunch of makeup, scarves, high heals,
Marty: What, like "Cure Critical Wounds?"
Doc: You play roleplaying games?
Marty: Dad does.
skirts, tops, and jackets. Jenny quickly grabs the container of brownies and stuffs them back into her now empty backpack befor Martia realises what they were.
Marty: Uh, why? Are they evil brownies?
Doc: Coming this fall -- Attack of the Brownie!
"What was that?" Martia asks suspiciously.
"Oh..um...nothing, just little snack for later." Jenny says quickly.
Marty: Maybe Jenny just doesn't like to share.
Doc: Well, would you want to share high-quality weed?
Marty: Stop channeling Jim Ignatowski.
"Okay, whatever you say----Oh my gosh! I love this skirt. oh! and those heals. Could I use them Jen!" Said Martia interrupting her self.
Marty: Which is pretty easy, considering. . . .
"Oh! of course, that's why I brought them.
The girls began picking out clothes and accessories from both Jenny's backpack and Martia's closet. By the time they were done Jenny had picked out a pair of very faded and ripped up jeans that happened to be the latest fashion
Marty: Naturally -- can't have the girls looking unfashionable!
, a pink tank top, brown corderoy jacket, and brown spike heals. Martia wore a deniem skirt, green halter top, jean jacket, and green high healed sandles.
Doc: And people accuse me of being a fashion victim.
Once the girls had finished dressing, they did each others makeup and hair. Jenny ended up totally different than normal
Marty: She looked like Ronald Reagan after a bad hair day.
with her hair naturaly curly hair straightend stick straight and pulled back with a pink scarf tied at the side. Her eyes looked bigger and darker than ever with all the makeup she was wareing. In her ears she wore big silver hoops to finish off her gypsy look.
Doc: Let's not bring an already stereotyped ethnic group into this.
Martia too looked very different with her wavy hair curled up so she looked like shirley temple with lots of makeup and long dangleing earings.
Marty: Shirley Temple? For a rock band?
Doc: They are called the Pixy Stix.
Marty: Don't remind me. . . .
After there looks were complete they waited till Martia's parents left for dinner, then hopped into the DeLorean and drove to the back entrance of Love's.
"Okay, Here we are," said Jenny.
Marty: Captain Obvious strikes again!
Martia just strared at the building looking very scared.
"Come on Marty, there's no turning back now. Any ways heather's probably waiting for us now...So let go!" Jenny almost yelled.
Doc: It's a never-ending cycle of bullying with this lot.
Martia noded her head and followed Jenny out of the car and into the building.
"Marty, Jen over here!"
The girls looked down the hall and saw Heather beconing to them. "Hey ya'll,
Marty: *as Heather* We're gonna have a real good time here, yee-haw!
the manager said we could practice in this room till it's time for us to play."
"Oh, that's great," sighed Jenny, "I was really hoping we would be able to."
Marty: What, you didn't practice beforehand?! Shame, shame!
Doc: How big is this bar?
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Martia sighed with relief they were just about to sing thier last song for the night. This song was Martia's favorite so she was the one to be singing it, she was really quite excited.
Marty: The audience, in contrast, was utterly terrified.
She stepped up to the mike and waited for her cue.
Jenny strumed out the tune on her guitar and five beats later Martia started right on time. her voice was soft yet sweet and clear.
Marty: Oh, god, tell me we're not actually going to hear the song.
"I'm not afraid to fall
it means I climbed up high
to fall is not to fail
you fail when you don't try
Not afraid to fall
I might just learn to fly
I will spread these wings of mine."
Marty: KILL ME!
Doc: We got through Jennifer Jane McFly's stuff kid, we can get through this!
Heather joined in with the drums for the melody.
"If get up I might fall back down again
so let's get up c'mon
if I get up I might fall back down again
but we get up anyway
but we'll just jump and see even if it's the 20th time
we'll just jump and see if we can fly."
Marty: It doesn't even rhyme! This isn't music, this is -- this is --
Doc: Pure evil?
Marty: Yes!
"I'm not afraid to fall and here I told you so
don't want to rock the boat
but I just had to know
just a greener side
or can I touch the sky
but either way I will have tried."
Doc: . . . What? What did that even mean?!
Marty: *weeps*
"if I get up I might fall back down again
so let's get up c'mon
if I get up I might fall back down again
but we get u----."
Martia stopped mid word,
Marty: As the enraged audience swarmed the stage!
a couple who looked freakishly like her parents had just walked into the bar. having missed only one beat she started up again
Marty: No!
Doc: Please! We'll pay you!
"----anyway
but we'll just jump and see even if it's the 30th time
we'll just jump and see if we can fly."
The woman who looked like her mother looked right at Martia. It was her mother! Martia was horified but didn't let it show in her music. She sang on...
Marty: *whimpers*
Doc: It can't be much longer, kid.
"I'm not afraid to fall
I've fallen many times
they laughed when I fell down
but I have dared to climb
not afraid to fall
I know I'll fall again
but I can win this in the end."
Mrs. McFly looked from Martia, to Jenny, to Heather, and then back to Martia. Her eyes widened...
Marty: *as Mrs. McFly* My GOD, my daughter's a crappy singer.
"If I get up I might fall back down again
so let's get up c'mon
if I get up I might fall back down again
but we get up anyway
but we'll just jump and see even if it's the 40th time
we'll just jump and and see if we can fly."
Doc: That? That was cruel and unusual punishment.
The girls quickly bowed and ran off the stage, but not until Martia had seen Mrs. McFly walking swiftly towards the stage...
Marty: And?
That's the end.
Marty: WHAT?! There wasn't even any TIME TRAVEL?! What the shit is this?!
Doc: Great Scott, you can barely call that a Back To The Future fic! All that is is some random teenage girls who happen to share some last names with us!
Marty: I think I might have preferred the slash.
Oooh, I'm sure I can root up something.
Marty: I TAKE IT BACK!
Doc: Come on, I think we have drinks waiting for us at the Inkwell.
-DW: And yet again, FF.net lives up to its nickname of "The Pit."-
-VDM: Was anyone else picturing them with really high-pitched voices?-
Yeah -- ouch, huh?
-HD: *grabs SporkDoc and SporkMarty and gives them biscuits* For a stellar performance in the face of absurdity.-
-SporkMarty: Don't you mean "adversity?"-
-HD: That too. Tea?-
-SporkDoc: I think we're going to need something a little stronger. Thanks anyway.-
I suppose I should go write myself. Got a "summer" drabble I need to finish, after all.
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Date: 2007-08-28 10:46 pm (UTC)Have you seen Jennifer Jane McFly's new fic? I nearly cried.
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Date: 2007-08-30 01:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-29 12:11 am (UTC)huh, factual error...if Doc was Jewish, his day of rest would be Friday sundown to Saturday sundown.
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Date: 2007-08-30 01:32 am (UTC)Ahhh, yes, true! But then again, this is bad fanfic. You're expecting factual accuracy?