crossover_chick | "More Random Silence"

Again, empty canon day. The boys are probably still refining their plans and working on getting the DeLorean ready for tomorrow. (Eeek, tomorrow! The temporal junction point of the entire universe is hard to summarize!)

Not much to say -- I managed to go this whole waking period without hitting TV Tropes, so the muses should be proud of me. Not here at the moment -- might still be at Moose's, or maybe the Inkwell. I'm sure they'll be back tomorrow, though.
Net has been a bastard -- keeps closing because of some problem or other. I dun like having my order messed up -- I'm used to the WordPerfect bar being on the other side of my assembled net windows. Hmph.
Net being a bastard did help me get my ass writing, though. I finished up my request fics, and I got plenty done on the NaNo project. First, the request fics -- for

anivad, a BTTF fic, no topic in particular:

“All right, now put your right hand on the small of her back – a little lower – take her hand and hold it out to the side – like so – now Jennifer, you put your other hand on Marty’s shoulder – get a little closer. . . .”
Marty and Jennifer nervously grinned at each other as Jennifer moved closer. Doc patted her on the shoulder. “Don’t be so tense! It’s only a dance lesson. No one’s going to come after you with a red-hot poker if you get it wrong.”
“You obviously don’t know who they have chaperoning this thing, Doc.”
Doc grinned at her. “You’ll be fine. It’s really not all that hard to learn the basic waltz step. You essentially move in a box. Here, let me show you – Clara, may I have this dance?”
“You may,” Clara said with a smile. She and Doc got into position. “All right, Marty, watch closely. You step forward with the left foot, then take a big step to the side and forward with the right, and bring your left foot over. Then you take a step back with your right foot, and move your left foot back to its original position, bringing the right with it.” Doc demonstrated, waltzing Clara around the living room. “Jennifer moves concurrently, though with the opposite feet. Got it?”
“I think so,” Marty said, watching Doc and Clara closely. He looked over at Jennifer. “Want to give it a go?”
“Okay,” Jennifer said. They started trying to copy Doc and Clara’s moves.
They promptly got tangled up in each other’s feet and fell over. “Oof!”
“No, that’s the horizontal mambo,” Doc said, earning himself a playful whack from Clara. “You two okay?”
“Yeah,” Marty said, helping Jennifer back up. “It’s a little harder than it looks.”
“Try it more slowly,” Clara said as they got back into position. “If you go straight into it without any practice, you’re more liable to – well, trip up.”
“Ha ha,” Marty said. “I guess you mean take it one step at a time then.”
“In the beginning, yes,” Doc said. “As you get used to the movements, you can attempt acceleration.”
Marty and Jennifer nodded, watching their feet closely. “Okay, so I step forward with my left – that means you step backward with your right. . . .”
They continued like that for a bit, moving slowly and carefully. Eventually, they started getting comfortable with the moves and started looking at each other instead of their feet. “This is nice,” Jennifer said with a grin.
“Yeah,” Marty agreed. “Though I feel kinda silly, just waltzing in one place.”
“I’ll show you how to move around a bit once you practice the basics more,” Doc promised. “Your Winter Wonderland dance isn’t for a few days yet – you have plenty of time.”
“Yeah, I know,” Marty said. Then he laughed. “You know, not three months ago, I would have never thought to ask you for dancing lessons. You’re pretty good, though.”
“Thanks. It’s my mother’s influence, mostly. She wanted to make sure her children were properly schooled in such matters.”
Marty lifted an eyebrow. “In square-dancing?”
“It’s really just a variation on the waltz,” Doc said. “More lively, and with a few different moves, but if you know a basic waltz step, you can square-dance fairly effectively.”
“Huh.” Marty grinned at Jennifer. “Guess that’ll come in handy for Sadie Hawkins this spring.”
“Or if we ever get stuck in the Old West.” Jennifer looked curiously over at Doc. “Although all this makes me wonder how people dance in the future. See any examples from 2015?”
“Not really, but then I wasn’t looking for any. Frankly, I find the way modern teenagers dance rather inexplicable at times.”
Marty smirked. “Turn about is fair play, Doc. Come on over here and we’ll show you and Clara how to party like it’s 1999.”
Clara looked confused. “But it’s 1985.”
“Just pretend it’s time travel through dance. Come on.”

I've had this semi-formed bunny in my head for a bit now. Ever since seeing Marty's stunned reaction to Doc knowing how to dance in Part III, I thought it would be kind of funny if he later went to him for lessons. Earlier versions had Marty getting tickets of some sort to a ball or similar event, and then realizing he doesn't really know how to dance formally. I decided to go with a school dance for this one, just for ease of storytelling.
And yes, "1999" was out by 1985. If I recall correctly, Prince (or whatever he's calling himself these days) released it in 1982. Hope you like, Anivad!

And for

bttf4444, a story about Marty having a twin, Calvin:

“Hah! Got you again!”
“No fair! You’ve had more practice!”
“Hey, it’s not my fault you preferred Pac-Man over Wild Gunman.”
“Considering you’re sort of the reason I’m around at all, maybe it is.”
“All I did was get Mom and Dad back together. It’s not my fault that we turned out to be twins.”
“Sure, sure. If you hadn’t mucked things up in the first place --”
“Then you wouldn’t be around, so shut it.” Marty McFly leaned back against the couch as the game over screen came on. “I gotta admit, it’s still kind of weird having an extra sibling around.”
Calvin McFly frowned over at him. “You like me, don’t you?”
“Oh, yeah, sure, it’s just – well, it’s one thing to come home and see your family all improved and stuff. It’s another thing to come home and find an entirely new person.” He looked his twin up and down. “Especially when said person shares your face.”
Calvin chuckled. “I still remember that faceplant you did into the carpet when you saw me. And then Doc ran in, all juiced up to drag you to the future and wearing those weird clothes. . . .”
“I’m still trying to figure out that clear plastic tie myself,” Marty admitted. “I’m glad he showed up when he did, though. I was confused as hell.”
“That makes two of us. It was pretty damn weird for me to have my brother wake up and suddenly not know who the hell I am.”
“Well, I know now.” Marty smirked. “Though I still can’t believe you can’t carry a tune in a bucket. What kind of twin of me are you?”
“The kind whose brother hogged all the musical talent,” Calvin shot back.
“Eh, I don’t know about that. You’re a pretty good songwriter. You could be half the brains behind the Pinheads.”
Calvin chuckled. “Only half, huh?”
“Give some credit to the guy who pulled it all together.” Marty nudged his brother in the ribs. “And hey, even being half the brains isn’t a raw deal. Once we’re all famous, you’ll have girls swarming all over you.”
Calvin frowned a little at that. “Yeah. . .though what I really want is that one special girl to show up. I’m a little jealous of you and Jennifer. You two have such a great life together already. What about me?”
“Don’t worry about it, Cal,” Marty said, giving his twin a friendly pat on the back. “She’s out there. You gotta find her eventually. If worse comes to worst, just use Doc’s method and start hanging around canyon edges, waiting for a pretty girl to fall in.”
Calvin gave him a half-smile. “Do I have to travel back to 1885 to find her, though?”
“Nah, I’m pretty sure people fall over cliffs even here in the 1980s. The trick is not to fall over with her.”
“You’re a bit of a jackass, you know that?”
“Only to the people I care about,” Marty smirked at him. “Seriously, Cal, I’m sure it’ll work out. Doc said you were married too, and we had kids about the same age, so all you really gotta do is wait and let destiny take its course.”
Calvin looked thoughtful – and a little worried. “I’d be more reassured by that if you hadn’t already screwed up our parents’ meeting. Mom always says it was meant to be, but if you hadn’t fixed things. . . .” He shrugged. “Kinda hard to believe in destiny when you’re the result of it going kinda lopsided.”
“I guess,” Marty admitted. “Look, if you want, we can talk to Doc about it. He probably won’t tell you her name, but maybe we can weasel a ballpark figure out of him about when you meet her.”
“If he knows,” Calvin said, though he looked a bit more cheerful. “Thanks, Marty. First, though, one more round?”
“You’re on.”

It's not quite bttf4444-universe compliant -- I sorta wanted to do a bit of my own take on the idea. I started at first Marty's first reactions to his new twin, but that wasn't going anywhere, so I scrapped it in favor of this.
A lot of this comes from my own silliness. I thought it would be funny if Marty fainted upon seeing his "other self" -- hey, wouldn't you? Doc had to do a lot of explaining to Marty before eventually dragging him off to the future and (roughly) the events of the trilogy. I also thought it would be funny if Calvin actually WASN'T musical. I see his creative talents as being more George-based. I know it may not be quite what you were expecting, bttf4444, but I hope you like it anyway.

And now, the NaNo wordcount of the day.
*pause* Er -- I just uploaded what I wrote to my webpage, and now I've got two conflicting figures. . . . I'll go with the one WordPerfect gave me, simply because it's nice and round:

17,700 / 50,000
(35.4%)

Not too shabby. (My NaNo page read it as 18,038, btw) Of course, this is pre me having to deal with Clockstopper. Still gotta figure out the best way to capture him. Besides frequent unconsciousness. Damn my love of cool powers.
Anyway, off to fool around with "When Worlds Collide -- Really Collide" some more, and perhaps some other stuff. Later.