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crossover_chickGot a page and a half done on "Cinder-Marty," page done on "Corpse Mask." Wish I could have gotten a little more done on the latter -- Victor's just about to don the mask again for the Archbelle ball.
-TTV: Oooh, the "Hey Pachuco!" sequence!-
Exactly. I really wish I could figure out a way to fit in "Cuban Pete," but I'm trying to stay somewhat within the bounds of the Corpse Bride universe.
-D: How are things in "Cinder-Marty?"-
Marty and Doc are meeting for the first time -- Marty had to hide from rampaging Tannens. After you guys become friends, we get into the real meat of the story with Maggie dying and Marty becoming the Cinderella.
I'm also working on the Meme Drabbles -- poking plotbunnies for inspiration and the like. Did some research on the Tenth Doctor -- I keep imagining a very unique snark battle between him and Doc, and I wanted to make sure it was in character.
-D: O.o Snark battle?-
Well, it appears HE'S technobabble inclined too -- I figured you two could have a playful arguement where no one else could understand what you were saying.
-M: *snort*-
Also continuing work on "You Look Interesting."
-RPD: Really getting into that story, aren't you?-
*blush*
-OD: *rolls eyes* Anything for torturing us. . . . *tentacles pokepoke me*-
Yeah, well, I'm not exactly a happy camper either.
-OD: *tentacles cheep* Pardon?-
-VD2: You were somewhat pale earlier this morning -- did you go hunting up the horror video games again?-
No, I've been good. But it turns out I really don't need to go looking for that sort of "freak me out" shit.
-TD: . . . Did you freak yourself out with your OWN WRITING?-
I think I may have went a tad overboard with Doc's Hedge nightmare.
-MF: . . . You wrote JACK MERRIDEW BROWN.-
-DW: Well, to be fair, he did creep the hell out of her too at times.-
Yeah. The problem with what I wrote is it speaks to something that squicks me out immensely -- bug or plant life being in the human body. *shudder* The "Bug Cudgel" token in the RP book is major creepy for me.
-HD: *staring* So why write something like that? That's not a leap of unlogic I'd care to take!-
Well, if it creeps ME out, it's probably bound to creep out others. Here, I'll copy it -- just, be careful reading. It really IS creepy.
Scene set-up -- Doc's going with his graduate student, Andrew Sparks -- really a Fae -- to Andrew's house to work on some inventions. Of course, he's really being kidnapped, but he doesn't know that. While on the way there in Andrew's car, Doc falls asleep. This is the dream he has.
He was surrounded on all sides by thorns. No matter where he looked, there they were – sprouting from the bushes, curling along the trees on vines, even growing in place of grass from the earth. Huge, spiky things, designed to rip and tear at flesh – and worse, at mind.
He tried to get away, but the thorns blocked all exits. Trying to force his way through them only ripped up his hands and arms. His blood fell to the ground in dark pools, soaking quickly into the earth and causing yet more thorns to grow.
Confused and frightened, he called out for help, backing away from the plants. But there was no reply except harsh, mocking laughter. And then the plants rose up and came for him, vines snaking around his limbs, branches pinning him to the ground with their weight, the thorns biting hard into his skin, seeming to feed on his blood and multiply a thousandfold. Struggle only brought more pain, more terror.
He didn’t think things could get worse, but they did. Slowly, the thorns began wriggling deeper into his body, forcing themselves down his throat and into whatever other orifices they could find – or make. He felt his lungs, his stomach, his veins and arteries fill with them. They seemed to be trying to tear away at something deep inside of him, which retreated, slipping so far away that he couldn’t feel it anymore and he couldn’t breathe couldn’t scream couldn’t think who was he what was he and it hurt and it wouldn’t ever stop hurting and the thorns were draining him dry –
and here he wakes up, unknowingly in Arcadia
*silence*
-WRM: *finally* DAMN, Victoria.-
I know! Look, if you see Clockwork!Doc in the Inkwell -- I wouldn't be surprised if he's become a patron -- tell him I'm SO SO sorry, and he's definitely getting a version of Gypsy and I'll bake him a cake if he wants.
-VM: *eyeing passage* Will do.-
-VD: All right, it's time for us to do a complete roundabout in our way of thinking and encourage you to watch YouTube clips on MST3K and Whose Line? You're obviously too deep in "creepy" mode.-
First let me favorite this vid -- Into the Night is pure win.
-HD: I need more reassurance Wonderland has nothing to do with those Fae bastards.-
*pats* You're another breed entirely. Haven't worked out all the details yet, but trust me, you have souls. Even the Queen.
All righty, back to work.
-TTV: Oooh, the "Hey Pachuco!" sequence!-
Exactly. I really wish I could figure out a way to fit in "Cuban Pete," but I'm trying to stay somewhat within the bounds of the Corpse Bride universe.
-D: How are things in "Cinder-Marty?"-
Marty and Doc are meeting for the first time -- Marty had to hide from rampaging Tannens. After you guys become friends, we get into the real meat of the story with Maggie dying and Marty becoming the Cinderella.
I'm also working on the Meme Drabbles -- poking plotbunnies for inspiration and the like. Did some research on the Tenth Doctor -- I keep imagining a very unique snark battle between him and Doc, and I wanted to make sure it was in character.
-D: O.o Snark battle?-
Well, it appears HE'S technobabble inclined too -- I figured you two could have a playful arguement where no one else could understand what you were saying.
-M: *snort*-
Also continuing work on "You Look Interesting."
-RPD: Really getting into that story, aren't you?-
*blush*
-OD: *rolls eyes* Anything for torturing us. . . . *tentacles pokepoke me*-
Yeah, well, I'm not exactly a happy camper either.
-OD: *tentacles cheep* Pardon?-
-VD2: You were somewhat pale earlier this morning -- did you go hunting up the horror video games again?-
No, I've been good. But it turns out I really don't need to go looking for that sort of "freak me out" shit.
-TD: . . . Did you freak yourself out with your OWN WRITING?-
I think I may have went a tad overboard with Doc's Hedge nightmare.
-MF: . . . You wrote JACK MERRIDEW BROWN.-
-DW: Well, to be fair, he did creep the hell out of her too at times.-
Yeah. The problem with what I wrote is it speaks to something that squicks me out immensely -- bug or plant life being in the human body. *shudder* The "Bug Cudgel" token in the RP book is major creepy for me.
-HD: *staring* So why write something like that? That's not a leap of unlogic I'd care to take!-
Well, if it creeps ME out, it's probably bound to creep out others. Here, I'll copy it -- just, be careful reading. It really IS creepy.
Scene set-up -- Doc's going with his graduate student, Andrew Sparks -- really a Fae -- to Andrew's house to work on some inventions. Of course, he's really being kidnapped, but he doesn't know that. While on the way there in Andrew's car, Doc falls asleep. This is the dream he has.
He was surrounded on all sides by thorns. No matter where he looked, there they were – sprouting from the bushes, curling along the trees on vines, even growing in place of grass from the earth. Huge, spiky things, designed to rip and tear at flesh – and worse, at mind.
He tried to get away, but the thorns blocked all exits. Trying to force his way through them only ripped up his hands and arms. His blood fell to the ground in dark pools, soaking quickly into the earth and causing yet more thorns to grow.
Confused and frightened, he called out for help, backing away from the plants. But there was no reply except harsh, mocking laughter. And then the plants rose up and came for him, vines snaking around his limbs, branches pinning him to the ground with their weight, the thorns biting hard into his skin, seeming to feed on his blood and multiply a thousandfold. Struggle only brought more pain, more terror.
He didn’t think things could get worse, but they did. Slowly, the thorns began wriggling deeper into his body, forcing themselves down his throat and into whatever other orifices they could find – or make. He felt his lungs, his stomach, his veins and arteries fill with them. They seemed to be trying to tear away at something deep inside of him, which retreated, slipping so far away that he couldn’t feel it anymore and he couldn’t breathe couldn’t scream couldn’t think who was he what was he and it hurt and it wouldn’t ever stop hurting and the thorns were draining him dry –
and here he wakes up, unknowingly in Arcadia
*silence*
-WRM: *finally* DAMN, Victoria.-
I know! Look, if you see Clockwork!Doc in the Inkwell -- I wouldn't be surprised if he's become a patron -- tell him I'm SO SO sorry, and he's definitely getting a version of Gypsy and I'll bake him a cake if he wants.
-VM: *eyeing passage* Will do.-
-VD: All right, it's time for us to do a complete roundabout in our way of thinking and encourage you to watch YouTube clips on MST3K and Whose Line? You're obviously too deep in "creepy" mode.-
First let me favorite this vid -- Into the Night is pure win.
-HD: I need more reassurance Wonderland has nothing to do with those Fae bastards.-
*pats* You're another breed entirely. Haven't worked out all the details yet, but trust me, you have souls. Even the Queen.
All righty, back to work.
