Happy May Day?
May. 1st, 2008 10:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickDoes anyone even celebrate that anymore?
-M: *shrug*-
-HD: *attempts to turn Victor into a maypole*-
-TTV: *gives HatterDoc a look that could kill, probably honed from being around dead people so often*-
Anyway, halfway decent day at work -- quiet enough that I was able to get two pages each on both "There's Always Tomorrow" and "Forward to the Past."
-OD: Ahhh, lovely progress. Now if only those new Minimates would arrive so you could do some more photocomics.-
They're due May 7th -- so next week! *squee*
-D: You're really looking forward to this.-
Well, 1885!Docmate is the hottest of the bunch.
-D: . . . Did you just use the term "hottest" to describe A MINIMATE?-
What? He is!
-VD: There is no hope for you, is there?-
You're only now figuring that out?
In addition to working on "V.D." edits, I've started a new typing project. My mood's been sort of superheroey and possessiony lately, so bring on "From the Ashes Reborn!" I finished Chapter 1 this morning.
-VD2: O.O That was fast.-
Well, Chapter 1's short. It's nice to be typing again, even if my new printer makes things a bit awkward. *glares at it*
-DW: And it actually lets us know you can be halfway productive still.-
Ha ha.
-RPD: Given any more thoughts to a certain Rift?-
Yeah, I've been fooling around with a possible application for Doc. Still deciding on how to warp the Marty further. I had an idea at work, but I'm not sure if it's any good.
-VM: What is it?-
He glows.
-VuM: Bzuh?-
He glows. Permanently. He can control the intensity, but he's always softly glowing. *shrug* I have no idea why I like this -- it just seems so random.
-VDM: *annoyed* He gets the cool weather control powers. I get to glow.-
To be fair, I'd balance it out by letting you keep more of your Contract powers. Doc lost most of his with the weather control stuff. Incidentally, new image for that -- Doc hanggliding through Chicago using wind control.
-TD: That -- sounds pretty cool, honestly.-
-HD: Hanggliding? Sounds interesting.-
-DW: Didn't you mention OckDoc and VenomClara being curious about that in your current chapter of "When Worlds Collide?"-
-OD: O.o?-
I dunno, I like flight! And it makes for an interesting image. Here, let me share with you the preliminary app I've come up with:
Name: Dr. Emmett “Doc” Lathrop Brown
Age/Birthdate: 65/October 22nd, 1920
Species: Human/Changeling, Wanderer
Type: Doc was already warped before falling into the Rift – this version was captured by the Fae and turned into a Changeling. The trip through the Rift granted him control over the weather around him, at the cost of stripping him of most of his Fae Contracts. Only the first few levels of the Artifice Contract remain for Doc to use, since those are so closely tied with the Fae magic that made Doc what he is, and even those were pretty weakened. In addition, the Rift changed his memories – when he ran through, he was partially amnesiac. Coming out on the other side, he found all his memories suddenly crystal clear from his birth to the moment he entered the new world.
Canon: Back To The Future mixed with the Changeling: The Lost RPG
Journal: (Haven't decided on a name yet)
Played-By: Christopher Lloyd
Icon: (again, to be determined)
Appearance: Six feet one inch tall, but with a tendency to hunch. On the thin side, with medium-length white hair (falling to about midneck), and dark chocolate brown eyes. Has metal teeth, clockwork gears sticking out of his joints (specifically the backs of his elbows and knees, and out of his knuckles), and small steam vents jutting out of his elbows and his tailbone. Tends to dress in long thick coats to hide this. Always wears at least two wristwatches, one on each wrist. Arrived in a rather tattered lab coat, brightly patterned shirt, and brown pants.
Personality: More cautious and guarded than the Doc we know from canon. He prefers to keep to himself a lot, though he’ll speak if spoken to and remain reasonably polite. Try messing with his mind, and he’ll turn on you like a pitbull. Prove yourself a friendly, and he’ll remain loyal to the end. His love of invention hasn’t waned, and he has a tendency to drift off to the land of Science at less-than-useful moments. Highly uncomfortable with the modifications made to his body by his Keeper – he really prefers to hide them so he doesn’t have to think of himself as being “less than human.”
History: Doc Brown grew up in the small California town of Hill Valley. Keenly intelligent, he discovered the writings of Jules Verne when he was 11 and devoted his life to the pursuit of science. He graduated high school at the age of 14 and college at 18, spending years both at MIT and the University of California in Berkeley. Awarded an early Ph.D. in quantum physics (his teachers figuring he was going to earn it anyway), he set out on a life of invention and experimentation, planning to make the world a better place. Most of his inventions failed due to his ideas outstripping the level of technology he had to work with, but he kept at it, determined one day to do something incredible.
In 1955, at the age of 35, Doc came up with the idea of the flux capacitor – a device that would let the user travel through time – as the result of a clock-hanging accident in his bathroom. Thrilled by his success, Doc started work, coming up with many preliminary designs and sketches and starting work on a crude time machine in his garage. He knew it would take him many years to see his project to fruition, but he was sure that he’d get it some day.
Unfortunately, he was wrong.
Unbeknowst to Doc, he lived in a world where Faeries would come and spirit people away to be their slaves in the realm of Arcadia. And in 1965, he became one of the unlucky ones. A Fae posing as a student of his named Andrew Sparks tricked Doc into entering his home in Arcadia and subsequently trapped him there to build his inventions for the Faerie. He also considered Doc a personal project, forcing him to build replacement limbs for his own body – then operating on the scientist to try and turn him into a being that didn’t need to sleep or eat. Doc attempted to escape early on, but got lost in the Hedge that separated the real world from the faerie one. The thorns there ended up ripping his memory away from him entirely, and Doc ended up spending years as Andrew’s slave, building and being operated on, answering to the title “Professor.”
Then one of Andrew’s fae friends, Carlos, brought over his own slave to request a microphone – a young man named Marty McFly. Doc, desperate for human company, ended up forming a friendship with the young boy, helping and protecting him from their captors. In return, Marty helped restore a few of Doc’s memories, starting with his real name. Eventually, the pair decided to try and escape again, and bolted into the Hedge one day. After a running into a pack of briarwolves, Doc was separated from Marty. And while desperately looking for the boy, he stepped into a dark crack –
And emerged from some bushes in Grant Park, running headlong into a tree.
Writing Sample:
The heart was finished.
“Professor” looked at it, turning it over in his hands. It was a complicated mechanism of pistons and pipes, shaped to look exactly like a human heart. He’d spent – he didn’t know how long building it. But now – every piece was in its place, every part oiled and polished. It was perfect.
He hated it.
He put the mechanism down and put his head in his hands. Now that it was finished, Andrew was going to want to test it. That meant another operation. He didn’t want another operation. He didn’t want to be clamped onto that table again, having to feel everything as Andrew cut him open and – and –
“No more,” he whispered to himself, a few tears dripping down his face. “Please, no more. Let me die this time. I can’t take this anymore.”
-RPD: *switches to ghost form out of annoyance* Oh come on!-
He doesn't STAY suicidal! I swear!
-HD: *sniffs* Lathering on the angst again, I see.-
It makes for good characterization.
-VD: What are we talking about for the Artifice Contract?-
Basically you can only use the three clauses I decided you'd start out with (Brief Glamour of Repair, Touch of the Workman's Wrath, and Blessing of Perfection), and you really have to concentrate to use them effectively. The weather control, on the other hand, has a nasty tendency to respond to your emotions. Ya know, start raining on your head when you get sad, badass wind effects for the coat when feeling confident or warlike, thunderstorms for anger. . . .
-D: I get the feeling you'd have way too much fun with this.-
*evil grin*
So, yeah. May actually go for it in the near future.
-RPD: *puppy dog eyes*-
But right now, I have MST3K to watch. To the YouTubemobile!
-M: *shrug*-
-HD: *attempts to turn Victor into a maypole*-
-TTV: *gives HatterDoc a look that could kill, probably honed from being around dead people so often*-
Anyway, halfway decent day at work -- quiet enough that I was able to get two pages each on both "There's Always Tomorrow" and "Forward to the Past."
-OD: Ahhh, lovely progress. Now if only those new Minimates would arrive so you could do some more photocomics.-
They're due May 7th -- so next week! *squee*
-D: You're really looking forward to this.-
Well, 1885!Docmate is the hottest of the bunch.
-D: . . . Did you just use the term "hottest" to describe A MINIMATE?-
What? He is!
-VD: There is no hope for you, is there?-
You're only now figuring that out?
In addition to working on "V.D." edits, I've started a new typing project. My mood's been sort of superheroey and possessiony lately, so bring on "From the Ashes Reborn!" I finished Chapter 1 this morning.
-VD2: O.O That was fast.-
Well, Chapter 1's short. It's nice to be typing again, even if my new printer makes things a bit awkward. *glares at it*
-DW: And it actually lets us know you can be halfway productive still.-
Ha ha.
-RPD: Given any more thoughts to a certain Rift?-
Yeah, I've been fooling around with a possible application for Doc. Still deciding on how to warp the Marty further. I had an idea at work, but I'm not sure if it's any good.
-VM: What is it?-
He glows.
-VuM: Bzuh?-
He glows. Permanently. He can control the intensity, but he's always softly glowing. *shrug* I have no idea why I like this -- it just seems so random.
-VDM: *annoyed* He gets the cool weather control powers. I get to glow.-
To be fair, I'd balance it out by letting you keep more of your Contract powers. Doc lost most of his with the weather control stuff. Incidentally, new image for that -- Doc hanggliding through Chicago using wind control.
-TD: That -- sounds pretty cool, honestly.-
-HD: Hanggliding? Sounds interesting.-
-DW: Didn't you mention OckDoc and VenomClara being curious about that in your current chapter of "When Worlds Collide?"-
-OD: O.o?-
I dunno, I like flight! And it makes for an interesting image. Here, let me share with you the preliminary app I've come up with:
Name: Dr. Emmett “Doc” Lathrop Brown
Age/Birthdate: 65/October 22nd, 1920
Species: Human/Changeling, Wanderer
Type: Doc was already warped before falling into the Rift – this version was captured by the Fae and turned into a Changeling. The trip through the Rift granted him control over the weather around him, at the cost of stripping him of most of his Fae Contracts. Only the first few levels of the Artifice Contract remain for Doc to use, since those are so closely tied with the Fae magic that made Doc what he is, and even those were pretty weakened. In addition, the Rift changed his memories – when he ran through, he was partially amnesiac. Coming out on the other side, he found all his memories suddenly crystal clear from his birth to the moment he entered the new world.
Canon: Back To The Future mixed with the Changeling: The Lost RPG
Journal: (Haven't decided on a name yet)
Played-By: Christopher Lloyd
Icon: (again, to be determined)
Appearance: Six feet one inch tall, but with a tendency to hunch. On the thin side, with medium-length white hair (falling to about midneck), and dark chocolate brown eyes. Has metal teeth, clockwork gears sticking out of his joints (specifically the backs of his elbows and knees, and out of his knuckles), and small steam vents jutting out of his elbows and his tailbone. Tends to dress in long thick coats to hide this. Always wears at least two wristwatches, one on each wrist. Arrived in a rather tattered lab coat, brightly patterned shirt, and brown pants.
Personality: More cautious and guarded than the Doc we know from canon. He prefers to keep to himself a lot, though he’ll speak if spoken to and remain reasonably polite. Try messing with his mind, and he’ll turn on you like a pitbull. Prove yourself a friendly, and he’ll remain loyal to the end. His love of invention hasn’t waned, and he has a tendency to drift off to the land of Science at less-than-useful moments. Highly uncomfortable with the modifications made to his body by his Keeper – he really prefers to hide them so he doesn’t have to think of himself as being “less than human.”
History: Doc Brown grew up in the small California town of Hill Valley. Keenly intelligent, he discovered the writings of Jules Verne when he was 11 and devoted his life to the pursuit of science. He graduated high school at the age of 14 and college at 18, spending years both at MIT and the University of California in Berkeley. Awarded an early Ph.D. in quantum physics (his teachers figuring he was going to earn it anyway), he set out on a life of invention and experimentation, planning to make the world a better place. Most of his inventions failed due to his ideas outstripping the level of technology he had to work with, but he kept at it, determined one day to do something incredible.
In 1955, at the age of 35, Doc came up with the idea of the flux capacitor – a device that would let the user travel through time – as the result of a clock-hanging accident in his bathroom. Thrilled by his success, Doc started work, coming up with many preliminary designs and sketches and starting work on a crude time machine in his garage. He knew it would take him many years to see his project to fruition, but he was sure that he’d get it some day.
Unfortunately, he was wrong.
Unbeknowst to Doc, he lived in a world where Faeries would come and spirit people away to be their slaves in the realm of Arcadia. And in 1965, he became one of the unlucky ones. A Fae posing as a student of his named Andrew Sparks tricked Doc into entering his home in Arcadia and subsequently trapped him there to build his inventions for the Faerie. He also considered Doc a personal project, forcing him to build replacement limbs for his own body – then operating on the scientist to try and turn him into a being that didn’t need to sleep or eat. Doc attempted to escape early on, but got lost in the Hedge that separated the real world from the faerie one. The thorns there ended up ripping his memory away from him entirely, and Doc ended up spending years as Andrew’s slave, building and being operated on, answering to the title “Professor.”
Then one of Andrew’s fae friends, Carlos, brought over his own slave to request a microphone – a young man named Marty McFly. Doc, desperate for human company, ended up forming a friendship with the young boy, helping and protecting him from their captors. In return, Marty helped restore a few of Doc’s memories, starting with his real name. Eventually, the pair decided to try and escape again, and bolted into the Hedge one day. After a running into a pack of briarwolves, Doc was separated from Marty. And while desperately looking for the boy, he stepped into a dark crack –
And emerged from some bushes in Grant Park, running headlong into a tree.
Writing Sample:
The heart was finished.
“Professor” looked at it, turning it over in his hands. It was a complicated mechanism of pistons and pipes, shaped to look exactly like a human heart. He’d spent – he didn’t know how long building it. But now – every piece was in its place, every part oiled and polished. It was perfect.
He hated it.
He put the mechanism down and put his head in his hands. Now that it was finished, Andrew was going to want to test it. That meant another operation. He didn’t want another operation. He didn’t want to be clamped onto that table again, having to feel everything as Andrew cut him open and – and –
“No more,” he whispered to himself, a few tears dripping down his face. “Please, no more. Let me die this time. I can’t take this anymore.”
-RPD: *switches to ghost form out of annoyance* Oh come on!-
He doesn't STAY suicidal! I swear!
-HD: *sniffs* Lathering on the angst again, I see.-
It makes for good characterization.
-VD: What are we talking about for the Artifice Contract?-
Basically you can only use the three clauses I decided you'd start out with (Brief Glamour of Repair, Touch of the Workman's Wrath, and Blessing of Perfection), and you really have to concentrate to use them effectively. The weather control, on the other hand, has a nasty tendency to respond to your emotions. Ya know, start raining on your head when you get sad, badass wind effects for the coat when feeling confident or warlike, thunderstorms for anger. . . .
-D: I get the feeling you'd have way too much fun with this.-
*evil grin*
So, yeah. May actually go for it in the near future.
-RPD: *puppy dog eyes*-
But right now, I have MST3K to watch. To the YouTubemobile!
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Date: 2008-05-02 10:31 pm (UTC)Us Commies do. Had a military parade in the streets.
AWWWWWWWW ;__________;
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Date: 2008-05-04 03:21 am (UTC)I know. :( He needs many hugs.