crossover_chick | "Vaya Con Dios!"

The DeLorean's set and ready to go, in amusing 50s style -- vacuum tubes and white-wall tires for the win. Marty's set and ready to go, in the absolute goofiest "western" outfit ~~the costume designers~~ Doc could stick him in. Then again, it fits with the drivethrough they're in. Marty complains about the long hike back to Hill Valley, but Doc tells him this is the safest place to time travel. All flat country, with a nearby cave to park the DeLorean. They load up the DeLorean, set up the time circuits, and prepare Marty to go. Marty's a little skeptical about driving directly at the screen with its painted Indians, but Doc reassures him that as soon as he hits 88 miles per hour, he'll be transported back in time "and those Indians won't even be there." Suuure they won't. Doc and Marty exchange a final goodbye, and with a shot of Doc's gone, the teenager's off! Sparks fly, electricity shoots everywhere, and at the critical moment -- Marty's off!
And judging to how close to the screen he time-traveled, he also set the drivethrough on fire. Whoops. Thus ends Backie Time. :(

-VD2: In our Trilogy counterpart's defense, he had no way of knowing Marty would run into a tribe of Indians being chased by the United States Calvary at that exact moment.-
Heh, true. Still makes a good joke, though.
-D: *pats shoulder* How are you doing?-
All right, I guess. Trying to get my groove on in NaNo. Maybe I shouldn't have taken the rest of yesterday off after hitting 25,000.
-VD: It's all right. You similarly had no way of knowing your day would be like this.-
Well, given the pattern. . . . Yes, folks, had another sucky day at work. It was just busy enough to get under my skin. Add to that my coworker not bothering to show up until 3:50 or so (she was supposed to come at 3, called to say she had a math thing and wouldn't be there until 3:30, then the boss showed up before she did to relieve me), and -- well, I was plenty pissed.
-J: I'm glad you're almost never THAT late, Marty.-
-M: Hey, I know I'll get my ass kicked if I am.-
Darn straight. Anyway, I feel better now that I've indulged some material urges.
-TD: *puzzled* Material urges? I thought you couldn't get your supplement book tonight.-
I couldn't, but we're planning a little trip to get it tomorrow -- yay bus! And I did get something.
-H: Really? What?-
*shows off Corpse Bride Commemorative Two-Pack*
-TTV: O.O-
Heh, we visited a nearby toy and comic shop on the off chance they might have something, and I saw they had Corpse Bride toys, and I figured, well, why the hell not?
-TTV: *stares at toy!him* This is -- very strange.-
-OD: *tentacles chitter and cheep* A bit unnervingly lifelike too, frankly.-
-RPD: Yes, Kubricks and Minimates don't quite give you that same shudder.-
-TD: Who's in there, anyway?-
Emily, Victor, and Scraps from what I can see. This was a special set released for the DVD.
-DW: No Victoria, hmm?-
Nope, though she does have her own figurine I'm considering buying. Maybe Bonejangles too. :)
-HD: *grin* That'll be fun! You can pose them all sorts of ways.-
-TTV: *smile -- then sudden thought* So help me, Victoria, if I see ANY carnal interplay, I'll rethink my thoughts on hitting a woman.-
*snicker* Relax, Victor, I'm actually a little nervous about taking them out of the box. They look fragile. But I do want to touch them. . . .
-TTV: *headdesk*-
I didn't mean anything by it!
-RPD: It's just so easy to draw innuendo from what you say.-
*innocent smile* So yeah, new figurines I'm currently displaying on my windowpane. *looks around* I so need more space around here.
-TD: Hmmmm-
I retract that statement!
Well, anyway, I have some NaNoing to do before bed -- gotta get up in time to catch the bus. See y'all later.