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crossover_chickNow that Marty's forced into going to the dance with his mother, he needs a new plan. Luckily, he manages to come up with one. George isn't too keen on it, but that's too bad for him. Actually, Marty isn't especially keen on it either, as it requires him to feel up his own mother. Yeeps. Anyway, George is to play the Avenging Angel to Marty's Grope-Monster (did I just WRITE that?!), but he's not really getting into his role. Nerves and stuff. Marty encourages him the best he can, leading up to the Pull Quote that tops this entry. Fun fact: Said quote is attributed to Doc, but nowhere in the trilogy do we ever hear Doc say it.
-M2: . . . You did NOT just call us a Grope-Monster.-
Really, guys, I don't know how my brain comes up with this shit.
-D: You think you would know, seeing as it's YOUR BRAIN.-
*shrug helplessly*
-VD2: Changing the subject, how was your day? You seemed a little cranky.-
-RPD: Did you try Sims while I wasn't around and have more problems?-
No, this was work-related and shit. My lovely day:
-->While making lunch, a spider ends up crawling on half my sandwich. *eugh* I managed to save the other half and make a fresh one, but CHRIST.
-->Cold. Cold. Cold. With a side of COLD.
-->Work was that annoying mix between busy and slow -- plenty of uselessly wandering the back, but if I sat down to do something on my own. . . .
-->Treated myself to a hot chocoate and cookie after work. Cookie was slightly stale -- still good, though. Hot chocolate was -- as the name implies -- hot. I decide to take off the lid to help cool it down.
I did not stop walking while attempting this.
Naturally, I ended up sloshing it over my hand. Luckily, I wasn't burned, just startled. I didn't even drop the cup, I just set it on the ground fast. Go presence of mind.
So yeah, not exactly the best day on record.
-VD: I thought you were running late this morning. I'm surprised you actually did write something.-
-DW: We wouldn't have blamed you if you'd waited.-
It's okay, I wanted to get it done. And the half-page on "Cinder-Marty" was pretty easy to handle.
-VuM: You like making our lives hell, don't you?-
-MF: Yeah, I'm dreading what's gonna happen to your version of Changeling!Marty -- he doesn't get the happy fun dust.-
I know, I'm awful and evil. But think of it this way -- after we get done with the awful bits, you guys get to kick serious ass.
-MF: I suppose -- I'd just like to get to that bit without the angst.-
You can't make an omlette without breaking a few eggs.
-M: We are not eggs!-
-OD: Though, speaking of such things, how's the writing going now?-
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anivad's request fic, probably post that tomorrow. Still finishing up bttf4444's. NaNo is going smoothly -- finally finished up Chapter 2. We're entering the VDC verse now. Haven't quite gotten to where I want to be yet, though, so I'll post wordcount later. "You Look Interesting" is going a bit slowly at the moment.
-HD: *unsuccessfully hiding a grin* Oh, dear, what a shame.-
Don't get too cocky, I'm doing some mental worldbuilding. I just find myself a bit hampered by something.
-HD: *now scoldingly* If you're scaring yourself with the nightmares again--
Eh, not quite. Though the latest one is kinda freaky. It's just -- I'm sticking to the rules of the corebook for the most part here, and --
-RPD: Oh, let me guess. Supplement.-
It's the antagonist book! I feel like I've gotta have it just so I get Andrew right!
-TD: I think you've got him right enough. He's a sadistic bastard who turned one of us into a clockwork cyborg. Which I have to say, would be rather interseting if he'd used anesthetic and gotten our permission.-
*shakehead* Bastard, yes. Sadistic, no.
-TD: O.o?-
Andrew's actually pretty NICE to Doc. He genuinely enjoys the work he does. He actually thinks he's doing a favor to Doc, remember?
-TD: . . . He can't be serious.-
He is. He's done this before, to other scientists. He considers it a gift to them -- serving him in Arcadia, he can make sure they're appreciated and respected. Of course, the captured disagree, but Andrew just chalks that up to him not yet understanding the human mind.
-TD: I don't want him on my side!-
He isn't, trust me. Maybe I'll give him a proper update later, with some rough stats and the like.
-HD: I demand some sort of humor. We're getting far too dark.-
Whose Line clips?
-HD: Those will suffice.-
-RPD: I really hope she gets Sims back up and running. I'd like some lighter fare to lord over again.-
-VD2: Knowing Victoria, though, she'd create her Fae in Sims to pin down their looks.-
-RPD: Ah, lovely, a Catch 22.-
-M2: . . . You did NOT just call us a Grope-Monster.-
Really, guys, I don't know how my brain comes up with this shit.
-D: You think you would know, seeing as it's YOUR BRAIN.-
*shrug helplessly*
-VD2: Changing the subject, how was your day? You seemed a little cranky.-
-RPD: Did you try Sims while I wasn't around and have more problems?-
No, this was work-related and shit. My lovely day:
-->While making lunch, a spider ends up crawling on half my sandwich. *eugh* I managed to save the other half and make a fresh one, but CHRIST.
-->Cold. Cold. Cold. With a side of COLD.
-->Work was that annoying mix between busy and slow -- plenty of uselessly wandering the back, but if I sat down to do something on my own. . . .
-->Treated myself to a hot chocoate and cookie after work. Cookie was slightly stale -- still good, though. Hot chocolate was -- as the name implies -- hot. I decide to take off the lid to help cool it down.
I did not stop walking while attempting this.
Naturally, I ended up sloshing it over my hand. Luckily, I wasn't burned, just startled. I didn't even drop the cup, I just set it on the ground fast. Go presence of mind.
So yeah, not exactly the best day on record.
-VD: I thought you were running late this morning. I'm surprised you actually did write something.-
-DW: We wouldn't have blamed you if you'd waited.-
It's okay, I wanted to get it done. And the half-page on "Cinder-Marty" was pretty easy to handle.
-VuM: You like making our lives hell, don't you?-
-MF: Yeah, I'm dreading what's gonna happen to your version of Changeling!Marty -- he doesn't get the happy fun dust.-
I know, I'm awful and evil. But think of it this way -- after we get done with the awful bits, you guys get to kick serious ass.
-MF: I suppose -- I'd just like to get to that bit without the angst.-
You can't make an omlette without breaking a few eggs.
-M: We are not eggs!-
-OD: Though, speaking of such things, how's the writing going now?-
Pretty much done with
anivad's request fic, probably post that tomorrow. Still finishing up bttf4444's. NaNo is going smoothly -- finally finished up Chapter 2. We're entering the VDC verse now. Haven't quite gotten to where I want to be yet, though, so I'll post wordcount later. "You Look Interesting" is going a bit slowly at the moment.-HD: *unsuccessfully hiding a grin* Oh, dear, what a shame.-
Don't get too cocky, I'm doing some mental worldbuilding. I just find myself a bit hampered by something.
-HD: *now scoldingly* If you're scaring yourself with the nightmares again--
Eh, not quite. Though the latest one is kinda freaky. It's just -- I'm sticking to the rules of the corebook for the most part here, and --
-RPD: Oh, let me guess. Supplement.-
It's the antagonist book! I feel like I've gotta have it just so I get Andrew right!
-TD: I think you've got him right enough. He's a sadistic bastard who turned one of us into a clockwork cyborg. Which I have to say, would be rather interseting if he'd used anesthetic and gotten our permission.-
*shakehead* Bastard, yes. Sadistic, no.
-TD: O.o?-
Andrew's actually pretty NICE to Doc. He genuinely enjoys the work he does. He actually thinks he's doing a favor to Doc, remember?
-TD: . . . He can't be serious.-
He is. He's done this before, to other scientists. He considers it a gift to them -- serving him in Arcadia, he can make sure they're appreciated and respected. Of course, the captured disagree, but Andrew just chalks that up to him not yet understanding the human mind.
-TD: I don't want him on my side!-
He isn't, trust me. Maybe I'll give him a proper update later, with some rough stats and the like.
-HD: I demand some sort of humor. We're getting far too dark.-
Whose Line clips?
-HD: Those will suffice.-
-RPD: I really hope she gets Sims back up and running. I'd like some lighter fare to lord over again.-
-VD2: Knowing Victoria, though, she'd create her Fae in Sims to pin down their looks.-
-RPD: Ah, lovely, a Catch 22.-
