A Lazy Kind of Day
Mar. 15th, 2008 10:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickAhhh, Saturdays. The sanity-restorer. Feeling much better today.
-D: Glad to hear it. We don't like it when you get depressed.-
Neither do I, sweetie, neither do I. Spent the day bumming around the web and playing video games. Managed to get through the Water Logged level in Alice, though it wasn't easy. The snarks were a PAIN IN THE ASS. And the camera didn't make it any easier -- I kept getting into awkward positions above the water and such and thus couldn't see anything. Died quite a bit.
-HD: I'm surprised you didn't use the blunderbuss on them.-
Can't use it in water. Though I did find some dry land and set about killing them via the jacks and the jackbomb. Very satisfying. I'm now up to Labyrinth's Revenge. Getting very close to the end now!
-VD: And then what?-
I dunno. Up the difficulty? Try for a speedrun? We'll see.
I also played Sims, and made a proper![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
revison_doc update. Kat and Mark are officially hitched now! Though I had to do the wedding twice. The first time, I forgot to add proper lighting until AFTER the ceremony (this was my first night wedding because of Mark's vampirism) and all the guests left after they had a toast to the happy couple! I couldn't have that, so I saved and reloaded. The wedding that made the cut had proper lighting, and I left out the toasting set to prevent bladder issues -- but two of the guests didn't bother showing for the ceremony. Hmph.
-RPD: That seems to happen a lot in Sims. You think a wedding would get higher priority than a chess game.-
They're stupid, what can I say. Anyway, next up is installing FreeTime and giving that a whirl. Just gotta make my backups so there's no surprises. *hopes none of her subhoods disappear again*
-TD: Yes, it's never fun to learn your best friend has been erased from existence. *hugs Victorian-Dressed Marty*-
-VDM: *hugs back* Hey, it's no fun being erased from existence either.-
-RPD: We'll all keep our fingers crossed.-
Indeed.
-OD: Now that your gameplaying is out of the way, how about some fic? It is technically a BTTF date.-
Ah yes, the Ides of March. George McFly either recieves some sort of book award or gets himself murdered, depending on the reality. Rather morbid, if you think about it.
-VD2: I know. I'd much rather celebrate the event that DIDN'T happen in my home reality.-
-VM: Hey, Moose, the Georges want to meet up with us at the Inkwell after we're done here?-
I don't see why they wouldn't. . . Anyway, nothing written at the moment, but I suppose I can post that drabbles88 I have:
67. Missing
“Emmett!”
Clara raced into the blacksmith shop, quite out of breath from her long run. “Emmett!” she called again, looking around briefly before leaning against the table for a rest. “Emmett!”
There was no reply. Clara caught her breath, wondering where he was. He had to be here. She couldn’t have run all this way for nothing. Perhaps she had missed him in the crowd outside? It seemed like the entire town was out there, staring at something. What was that all –
Her eye caught something on the table. It was Emmett’s model railroad from before – except that there was a new piece on it. An oddly-carved grey block, with white words written on the front. A chill went up her spine as she picked up the piece and read them. “Time machine. . . .”
“I’m from the future. . . .”
She had thought he was lying. That he had decided he didn’t care all that much for her and was taking a cowardly way out of their budding relationship. But now. . . . That man on the train said Emmett had “the worst case of broken heart” he’d ever seen. That doesn’t make sense if he didn’t care for me. And this – Clara turned the piece around in her hands, trying to make sense of it. It can’t be another trick on me, he couldn’t have known I was coming back. . . .
She remembered that magical night they’d had together – how he’d said he’d read 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea as a boy when it had only been published ten years ago. And that odd look he’d given her when she’d finished his quote – had he been quoting? Or – or had he –
The pieces fell into place. Oh my God. He was telling the truth.
HE WAS TELLING THE TRUTH!
Clara dropped the time machine piece, her eyes welling up with tears. He had been telling the truth, and she’d driven him away! And now that he was going back to 1985, she’d never see him again! No. . .oh, please, God, no. . .I love him. . . .
She looked helplessly over at the railroad again. From what she could see, it was a model of the switchtrack that led to where they were building that bridge over Shonash Ravine. There were a couple of odd labels on it, like “Point of No Return” and “Stop Train Here.” She frowned. Was that how he was planning to get back? Hijack a train and use it to – she supposed – push his time machine?
And – hadn’t her train been heading in that same direction?
Luckily, Emmett had left behind a horse in his stables. Clara quickly threw a saddle on the beast and leapt on. “All right, Newton,” she said, “let’s go find our blacksmith!”
Newton whinnied, and they galloped away, heading for the train tracks. Clara held on tight, eyes fixed firmly ahead of her, not even thinking about what the consequences of her actions might be. If Emmett was going to the future –
That’s where she was going too.
Just a bunny that bit me a little while ago. I guess with OckDoc's latest installment, I'm in a bit of a trilogy mood. I also reread "For Love or Marty" recently, and a reviewer for that asked about a fic much like this one back in the day. Better late than never, right?
-DW: Poor woman. She thinks her boyfriend is trying to pull a fast one on her, and then. . .-
-D: I assume you did your research with the horses this time.-
LOL, yeah. You ride Archimedes, Marty gets Galileo, Clara is riding Newton. There's a bit of book canon here -- the novel mentions the "stop train here" marker on the model, but I don't know if it's in the movie. Of course, the novel's a bit weird in that Clara doesn't actually find out Doc was telling the truth.
-HD: o.O? Normally I'm an enemy of too much sense, but why would my Clarabelle chase my Trilogy self otherwise?-
Honestly? I don't know. I felt that was a weak bit in the novel. It feels more right for her to realize Doc is indeed from the future.
-D: Of course, the novel also has October 17th, not October 27th, as the return date to 1985, so it's not exactly reliable.-
I know! Darn it, Craig!
So, does that absolve me a bit?
-DW: Some, yes. But you should write something new.-
Not to worry, gentlemen. I have another idea for a drabbles88.
-VD2: Excellent! Let's get going on it.-
-RPD: Or you could finish "Comfortably Numb."-
I'll work on both. See y'all later.
-D: Glad to hear it. We don't like it when you get depressed.-
Neither do I, sweetie, neither do I. Spent the day bumming around the web and playing video games. Managed to get through the Water Logged level in Alice, though it wasn't easy. The snarks were a PAIN IN THE ASS. And the camera didn't make it any easier -- I kept getting into awkward positions above the water and such and thus couldn't see anything. Died quite a bit.
-HD: I'm surprised you didn't use the blunderbuss on them.-
Can't use it in water. Though I did find some dry land and set about killing them via the jacks and the jackbomb. Very satisfying. I'm now up to Labyrinth's Revenge. Getting very close to the end now!
-VD: And then what?-
I dunno. Up the difficulty? Try for a speedrun? We'll see.
I also played Sims, and made a proper
revison_doc update. Kat and Mark are officially hitched now! Though I had to do the wedding twice. The first time, I forgot to add proper lighting until AFTER the ceremony (this was my first night wedding because of Mark's vampirism) and all the guests left after they had a toast to the happy couple! I couldn't have that, so I saved and reloaded. The wedding that made the cut had proper lighting, and I left out the toasting set to prevent bladder issues -- but two of the guests didn't bother showing for the ceremony. Hmph.-RPD: That seems to happen a lot in Sims. You think a wedding would get higher priority than a chess game.-
They're stupid, what can I say. Anyway, next up is installing FreeTime and giving that a whirl. Just gotta make my backups so there's no surprises. *hopes none of her subhoods disappear again*
-TD: Yes, it's never fun to learn your best friend has been erased from existence. *hugs Victorian-Dressed Marty*-
-VDM: *hugs back* Hey, it's no fun being erased from existence either.-
-RPD: We'll all keep our fingers crossed.-
Indeed.
-OD: Now that your gameplaying is out of the way, how about some fic? It is technically a BTTF date.-
Ah yes, the Ides of March. George McFly either recieves some sort of book award or gets himself murdered, depending on the reality. Rather morbid, if you think about it.
-VD2: I know. I'd much rather celebrate the event that DIDN'T happen in my home reality.-
-VM: Hey, Moose, the Georges want to meet up with us at the Inkwell after we're done here?-
I don't see why they wouldn't. . . Anyway, nothing written at the moment, but I suppose I can post that drabbles88 I have:
67. Missing
“Emmett!”
Clara raced into the blacksmith shop, quite out of breath from her long run. “Emmett!” she called again, looking around briefly before leaning against the table for a rest. “Emmett!”
There was no reply. Clara caught her breath, wondering where he was. He had to be here. She couldn’t have run all this way for nothing. Perhaps she had missed him in the crowd outside? It seemed like the entire town was out there, staring at something. What was that all –
Her eye caught something on the table. It was Emmett’s model railroad from before – except that there was a new piece on it. An oddly-carved grey block, with white words written on the front. A chill went up her spine as she picked up the piece and read them. “Time machine. . . .”
“I’m from the future. . . .”
She had thought he was lying. That he had decided he didn’t care all that much for her and was taking a cowardly way out of their budding relationship. But now. . . . That man on the train said Emmett had “the worst case of broken heart” he’d ever seen. That doesn’t make sense if he didn’t care for me. And this – Clara turned the piece around in her hands, trying to make sense of it. It can’t be another trick on me, he couldn’t have known I was coming back. . . .
She remembered that magical night they’d had together – how he’d said he’d read 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea as a boy when it had only been published ten years ago. And that odd look he’d given her when she’d finished his quote – had he been quoting? Or – or had he –
The pieces fell into place. Oh my God. He was telling the truth.
HE WAS TELLING THE TRUTH!
Clara dropped the time machine piece, her eyes welling up with tears. He had been telling the truth, and she’d driven him away! And now that he was going back to 1985, she’d never see him again! No. . .oh, please, God, no. . .I love him. . . .
She looked helplessly over at the railroad again. From what she could see, it was a model of the switchtrack that led to where they were building that bridge over Shonash Ravine. There were a couple of odd labels on it, like “Point of No Return” and “Stop Train Here.” She frowned. Was that how he was planning to get back? Hijack a train and use it to – she supposed – push his time machine?
And – hadn’t her train been heading in that same direction?
Luckily, Emmett had left behind a horse in his stables. Clara quickly threw a saddle on the beast and leapt on. “All right, Newton,” she said, “let’s go find our blacksmith!”
Newton whinnied, and they galloped away, heading for the train tracks. Clara held on tight, eyes fixed firmly ahead of her, not even thinking about what the consequences of her actions might be. If Emmett was going to the future –
That’s where she was going too.
Just a bunny that bit me a little while ago. I guess with OckDoc's latest installment, I'm in a bit of a trilogy mood. I also reread "For Love or Marty" recently, and a reviewer for that asked about a fic much like this one back in the day. Better late than never, right?
-DW: Poor woman. She thinks her boyfriend is trying to pull a fast one on her, and then. . .-
-D: I assume you did your research with the horses this time.-
LOL, yeah. You ride Archimedes, Marty gets Galileo, Clara is riding Newton. There's a bit of book canon here -- the novel mentions the "stop train here" marker on the model, but I don't know if it's in the movie. Of course, the novel's a bit weird in that Clara doesn't actually find out Doc was telling the truth.
-HD: o.O? Normally I'm an enemy of too much sense, but why would my Clarabelle chase my Trilogy self otherwise?-
Honestly? I don't know. I felt that was a weak bit in the novel. It feels more right for her to realize Doc is indeed from the future.
-D: Of course, the novel also has October 17th, not October 27th, as the return date to 1985, so it's not exactly reliable.-
I know! Darn it, Craig!
So, does that absolve me a bit?
-DW: Some, yes. But you should write something new.-
Not to worry, gentlemen. I have another idea for a drabbles88.
-VD2: Excellent! Let's get going on it.-
-RPD: Or you could finish "Comfortably Numb."-
I'll work on both. See y'all later.
