Oh, The Weather Outside Is Frightful
Dec. 13th, 2007 10:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickSeriously -- we had our first winter storm. The snow started around 11 and just kept piling up. We got at least 3 inches, maybe more. I actually got out of work early because of it. (Sweet, sweet freedom!)
-TD: Bleck, snow.-
-TTV: Why do you hate snow? I thought you were a German version of Dr. Brown, and that place surely sees snow. *getting more puzzled* And now that I think of it, why do you speak English?-
-DW: He didn't start out life as a Spark, Victor. TeenDoc was originally a younger version of us from the story of the same name. He "evolved" into his Sparkself once Victoria discovered Girl Genius.-
-TD: Essentially, I have dual memories -- one set from 1930s Hill Valley, the other from 1890s Europa Wulfenbach. Granted, the latter memories are what make up most of my personality now, but flashes from the old days still come through.-
Besides, it wouldn't be funny if one Doc held out on the "we don't like snow" thing. Never mind even the "real" Hill Valley would see snow. . . .
-D: Is there something wrong with just not liking the cold?-
Heh, can't say there is. Stupid snow.
-TTV: *confuzzled* But -- don't you get confused, if you have two sets of memories? I know I would be.-
-M: It's not as hard to live with as you think, Victor. Us Martys have been doing okay.-
-VD: From what we've learned, it appears that the latest timeline is always the most dominant in the mind -- memories from previous worlds and such eventually dim and become dreamlike. Marty still remembers the Twin Pines world, but the memories are less intense or "real" than the Lone Pine ones.-
-TTV: . . . You know, I thought once that nearly getting married to a corpse was complicated.-
*patpat* I don't understand all of it either, Victor.
-VD2: So, make any use of your extra time off?-
Actually, I did, a little. I managed a page of "Cinder-Marty" while I was there, and I have today's 12 Days of Christmas Ficlet all ready to roll.
-M2: Cool, bring it on.-
Righto!
On the First Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me:
“Master Van Dort, dinner’s ready!”
“I’ll be there in a moment!” Victor called back. He finished the final details on his latest sketch, a picture of the fireplace in their new house. Setting aside his quill pen, he put the book on his desk, leaving it open to let the ink dry properly. He wiped his hands on his handkerchief, then set off for the dining room.
Victoria was already there, waiting for him. “How are you, darling?” she asked, leaning up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Just fine,” Victor said, putting an arm around her. “How are you?”
“Good. I hope you like dinner – Hildegarde and I spent a lot of time working on it.”
“Victoria, if there’s one thing you should know about me by now, it’s that I like anything as long as it’s not fish.”
Victoria giggled. “I suppose that’s true.”
Hildegarde emerged from the kitchen, carrying a covered dish. Victor seated Victoria, then sat down himself. “Smells delicious, Hildegarde,” he told the old woman as she set the platter down.
Hildegarde smiled at him. “Thank you, Master Van Dort. It was mostly Miss Victoria’s doing. I don’t know where she gets it from – her mother refused to ever set foot in the kitchen.”
Victoria shrugged. “I enjoy it, that’s all I can say.” She took the cover off the dish.
Victor couldn’t help a laugh. “Partridge with pear sauce?”
Victoria blushed faintly. “Well, it is getting near Christmas.” She reached over and took his hand. “Our first Christmas together, you know.”
“I know,” Victor smiled. “It’s going to be wonderful.” He paused. “Er, when are your parents coming over again?”
“Afternoon tea. Yours?”
“Same,” Victor admitted. “I hope they can call a truce on account of the season.”
“We’ll just have to wait and hope,” Victoria nodded. Quieter, she added, “Did – did you want to say hello to Emily that day?”
Victor looked a bit awkward. “If you don’t mind. . . .”
“Oh, no. I’d like to go with you, actually. I haven’t ‘talked’ to her since before the wedding, and – well, I’m sure she’d like to know how we’re doing.”
Victor smiled, relieved. “I’m glad you don’t hold a grudge against her.”
“I really can’t hold one against someone who saved your life, can I? And after learning what Barkis did to her. . . .” Victoria sighed. “Do you think she’s in a better place now?”
“I hope so.” Victor pulled Victoria close. “And I hope we’ll be able to see her again after we’ve passed on.”
“Me too. Though hopefully that won’t be for a while yet.”
“You never know. I’m sure to do something that’ll make your father attempt to shoot me sooner or later.”
“Victor!”
Surprised? I warned you I'd be writing a few for my other fandoms, and for some reason, when I thought of partridge, I thought of "Corpse Bride." They seemed to be the most likely to eat partridge. *shrug*
-TTV: *beam* I like it.-
Me too. Nice cozy fluffy fic.
-J: Do you honestly think the in-laws would ever call a truce?-
-TTV: Well, they seem to be pretty much in agreement over me being something of a disgrace. . . .-
Awwwww
-D: Don't start with the low self-esteem, Victor. We WILL sic my girlfriend on you.-
-HD: And if the parents ruin a lovely tea with arguing. . . . *looks affably evil*-
-TTV: I will pay you good money to host a tea and do the Clean Cup bit just to annoy them.-
-HD: Victor, I'd do that for free!-
Yeah, beating up on those parents is fair game, buddy.
The second day is all written too -- now I just need to figure out the next few days.
-OD: What about your giftfics? Time's starting to run out. *tentacles nodnod solemnly*-
Eek, I know. I know what I want to do with Ael's, I'm just not sure how to start. It's also Stargate-Fic, so I'm a little nervous about OOCness.
-RPD: I'm sure she'd forgive you. What about Moose and Gigs?-
. . . I just had an idea for Moose, actually. *grin* And Gigs -- well, she seems to like ANYTHING I write, so that shouldn't be too hard.
-RPD: Fair enough. Now get back to work on your Changeling stuff.-
I know, I know. You should get a resurge in that around Christmas, since I asked for World of Darkness books. And hopefully we can do something about my Sims situation too. (Incidentally, Moose, your computer can't reject Sims! I need to live vicariously through you!)
Speaking of buying stuff, I swear Spooky30, the guy with all the cool BTTF Japan Ride stuff, is out to bankrupt me.
-D: Another Doc Brown wig go up?-
Yeah, but something new did too. A DOC/DELOREAN PLUSH
-Docs: O.O-
I swear to God, Japan gets ALL the coolest fricking stuff! I've ALWAYS wanted a Doc doll!
-VD: It is attached to a DeLorean.-
Don't care. Want.
-TTV: Is it acceptable to buy gifts for yourself around Christmas?-
-M2: You want to get in between her and BTTF stuff?-
-TTV: Good point.-
-TD: Bleck, snow.-
-TTV: Why do you hate snow? I thought you were a German version of Dr. Brown, and that place surely sees snow. *getting more puzzled* And now that I think of it, why do you speak English?-
-DW: He didn't start out life as a Spark, Victor. TeenDoc was originally a younger version of us from the story of the same name. He "evolved" into his Sparkself once Victoria discovered Girl Genius.-
-TD: Essentially, I have dual memories -- one set from 1930s Hill Valley, the other from 1890s Europa Wulfenbach. Granted, the latter memories are what make up most of my personality now, but flashes from the old days still come through.-
Besides, it wouldn't be funny if one Doc held out on the "we don't like snow" thing. Never mind even the "real" Hill Valley would see snow. . . .
-D: Is there something wrong with just not liking the cold?-
Heh, can't say there is. Stupid snow.
-TTV: *confuzzled* But -- don't you get confused, if you have two sets of memories? I know I would be.-
-M: It's not as hard to live with as you think, Victor. Us Martys have been doing okay.-
-VD: From what we've learned, it appears that the latest timeline is always the most dominant in the mind -- memories from previous worlds and such eventually dim and become dreamlike. Marty still remembers the Twin Pines world, but the memories are less intense or "real" than the Lone Pine ones.-
-TTV: . . . You know, I thought once that nearly getting married to a corpse was complicated.-
*patpat* I don't understand all of it either, Victor.
-VD2: So, make any use of your extra time off?-
Actually, I did, a little. I managed a page of "Cinder-Marty" while I was there, and I have today's 12 Days of Christmas Ficlet all ready to roll.
-M2: Cool, bring it on.-
Righto!
On the First Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me:
“Master Van Dort, dinner’s ready!”
“I’ll be there in a moment!” Victor called back. He finished the final details on his latest sketch, a picture of the fireplace in their new house. Setting aside his quill pen, he put the book on his desk, leaving it open to let the ink dry properly. He wiped his hands on his handkerchief, then set off for the dining room.
Victoria was already there, waiting for him. “How are you, darling?” she asked, leaning up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Just fine,” Victor said, putting an arm around her. “How are you?”
“Good. I hope you like dinner – Hildegarde and I spent a lot of time working on it.”
“Victoria, if there’s one thing you should know about me by now, it’s that I like anything as long as it’s not fish.”
Victoria giggled. “I suppose that’s true.”
Hildegarde emerged from the kitchen, carrying a covered dish. Victor seated Victoria, then sat down himself. “Smells delicious, Hildegarde,” he told the old woman as she set the platter down.
Hildegarde smiled at him. “Thank you, Master Van Dort. It was mostly Miss Victoria’s doing. I don’t know where she gets it from – her mother refused to ever set foot in the kitchen.”
Victoria shrugged. “I enjoy it, that’s all I can say.” She took the cover off the dish.
Victor couldn’t help a laugh. “Partridge with pear sauce?”
Victoria blushed faintly. “Well, it is getting near Christmas.” She reached over and took his hand. “Our first Christmas together, you know.”
“I know,” Victor smiled. “It’s going to be wonderful.” He paused. “Er, when are your parents coming over again?”
“Afternoon tea. Yours?”
“Same,” Victor admitted. “I hope they can call a truce on account of the season.”
“We’ll just have to wait and hope,” Victoria nodded. Quieter, she added, “Did – did you want to say hello to Emily that day?”
Victor looked a bit awkward. “If you don’t mind. . . .”
“Oh, no. I’d like to go with you, actually. I haven’t ‘talked’ to her since before the wedding, and – well, I’m sure she’d like to know how we’re doing.”
Victor smiled, relieved. “I’m glad you don’t hold a grudge against her.”
“I really can’t hold one against someone who saved your life, can I? And after learning what Barkis did to her. . . .” Victoria sighed. “Do you think she’s in a better place now?”
“I hope so.” Victor pulled Victoria close. “And I hope we’ll be able to see her again after we’ve passed on.”
“Me too. Though hopefully that won’t be for a while yet.”
“You never know. I’m sure to do something that’ll make your father attempt to shoot me sooner or later.”
“Victor!”
Surprised? I warned you I'd be writing a few for my other fandoms, and for some reason, when I thought of partridge, I thought of "Corpse Bride." They seemed to be the most likely to eat partridge. *shrug*
-TTV: *beam* I like it.-
Me too. Nice cozy fluffy fic.
-J: Do you honestly think the in-laws would ever call a truce?-
-TTV: Well, they seem to be pretty much in agreement over me being something of a disgrace. . . .-
Awwwww
-D: Don't start with the low self-esteem, Victor. We WILL sic my girlfriend on you.-
-HD: And if the parents ruin a lovely tea with arguing. . . . *looks affably evil*-
-TTV: I will pay you good money to host a tea and do the Clean Cup bit just to annoy them.-
-HD: Victor, I'd do that for free!-
Yeah, beating up on those parents is fair game, buddy.
The second day is all written too -- now I just need to figure out the next few days.
-OD: What about your giftfics? Time's starting to run out. *tentacles nodnod solemnly*-
Eek, I know. I know what I want to do with Ael's, I'm just not sure how to start. It's also Stargate-Fic, so I'm a little nervous about OOCness.
-RPD: I'm sure she'd forgive you. What about Moose and Gigs?-
. . . I just had an idea for Moose, actually. *grin* And Gigs -- well, she seems to like ANYTHING I write, so that shouldn't be too hard.
-RPD: Fair enough. Now get back to work on your Changeling stuff.-
I know, I know. You should get a resurge in that around Christmas, since I asked for World of Darkness books. And hopefully we can do something about my Sims situation too. (Incidentally, Moose, your computer can't reject Sims! I need to live vicariously through you!)
Speaking of buying stuff, I swear Spooky30, the guy with all the cool BTTF Japan Ride stuff, is out to bankrupt me.
-D: Another Doc Brown wig go up?-
Yeah, but something new did too. A DOC/DELOREAN PLUSH
-Docs: O.O-
I swear to God, Japan gets ALL the coolest fricking stuff! I've ALWAYS wanted a Doc doll!
-VD: It is attached to a DeLorean.-
Don't care. Want.
-TTV: Is it acceptable to buy gifts for yourself around Christmas?-
-M2: You want to get in between her and BTTF stuff?-
-TTV: Good point.-
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Date: 2007-12-14 04:53 am (UTC)And DAMN Japan does get the good stuff. *pout*
Tell the Docs to come visit me or the peeps in the blog for a while. It's 70 degrees during the day lately.