crossover_chick | The Pursuit of Happiness? Maybe

Today rather sucked, so let's not talk about it. Suffice it to say that I treated myself to a chocolate malted milk ball ice cream shake when I got out of work this afternoon.
-D: You have an ice cream fixation.-
I like ice cream! Is that so bad?
-VD: I suppose there are worse things to be addicted to, but don't go overboard.-
I'll try not to. Though I may have to try a birthday cake Friend-Z next Monday. *hugs Marty and Victor* *singsong* Somebody's got a birthday soon!
-TTV: *blush, weak grin* This makes me 21, correct?-
Yeah! You'll be my age, Victor! Legal adult! *shock and horror*
-M2: Yeah, legal adult and he's already got a wife.-
-TTV: Fiancee, technically.-
Fiancees, technically.
-TTV: *dirty look*-
Hey, I haven't seen you choose between them yet.
-TTV: I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings, and it's not a urgent matter here.-
Suuuure. *gringrin*-
-TTV: -.- No orgy pictures with the toys.-
:p
Anyway, did some fanfic writing -- "From the Ashes Reborn" is getting a section partially rewritten, so work on that has actually *gasp* slowed down a bit.
-Docs: *shock, horror*-
On the plus side, this means I did some more edits on "V.D." and shall be putting up Chapter 11 soon.
-VD: Finally? This week?-
Weekend most likely.
Rifting-wise, I started another thread for Doc -- It's not a fun one.
-RPD: o.O How on earth you expect anyone to get in while there's a minor HURRICANE blowing --
Dude, have you seen all the supernaturals that hang around that hotel? I just wish Gladys would reply again. *pokes*
-VD2: Real life, Victoria. Other people have it too.-
I know, I know. *is impatient*
Speaking of the Rift, I'm gonna be sending along Marty's application shortly -- take a look-see:

Name: Martin “Marty” Seamus McFly
Age/Birthdate: 17/June 9th, 1968
Species: Human/Changeling, Wanderer
Type: Marty was already warped before falling through the Rift – this version was captured by the Fae and turned into a Changeling. The trip through the Rift yanked away most of Marty’s Fae Contracts, like it did to Doc, leaving him only “Songs of Distant Arcadia” from the Contracts of Vainglory – though, unlike Doc, he can use it at full strength. (Basically, he’s simply supernaturally good at singing and playing the guitar.) It also caused him to start glowing for no discernable reason. He can control the brightness of the glow, but it never fully goes away.
Canon: Back To The Future mixed with the Changeling: The Lost RPG
Journal: museicalmarty
Played-By: Michael J. Fox
Icon: (not available yet)
Appearance: Marty’s pretty short for a guy – only about five feet four inches. He’s of about average weight for his size, with shortish brown hair and clear blue eyes. He’s shockingly handsome, being a Fairest – his skin and teeth are absolutely perfect, his eyes are the clearest blue you could ask for, and his hair is shiny and soft as silk. He’s perfectly proportioned, perfectly designed, everything perfect. He came through the Rift in a pair of jeans ripped at the knees, a red T-shirt, a jean jacket with “Marty McFly” written in colorful letters on the back, and Nike sneakers.
Personality: Despite his flawless good looks, Marty’s actually not that vain. He appreciates that he looks pretty much perfect, yes, but the circumstances that made him look like that taint his appreciation. He’s a pretty average teen in most respects – he’s fairly easygoing, if a tad shy. He loves to play guitar and sing, and likes to write down ideas for songs. He’s got a bit of a temper to him – he’ll want to punch walls (or people) sometimes. He’s also rather vulnerable to being called “chicken” – he HATES being thought of as a coward. To his friends, though, he’s very loyal and willing to do what he can to keep them safe. Like Doc, he despises anything to do with faeries, and occasionally has nightmares about his durance in Arcadia. And yes, he’s just as joined at the hip to Doc as Doc is to him, so fair warning to anyone who might try and hurt his best friend.
History: Like Doc, Marty grew up in the small town of Hill Valley, California. Marty’s home life wasn’t the best – his father George was a complete wimp who bowed at the slightest sign of pressure, and his mother Lorraine was a borderline alcoholic from having to deal with the consequences of George’s personality. Despite this, Marty grew up as well as could be expected, making lots of friends and getting into mischief – most notably accidentally torching the living room rug at the age of eight.
At the age of twelve, Marty discovered a talent for playing the guitar and gained a quick love of music. He soon began fantasizing about becoming rich and famous as a rock star and began seriously playing guitar, picking up things quickly and working on his own songs. At fourteen, he and some friends formed a band, which they named the Pinheads. They practiced together faithfully, and they dedicated themselves to becoming the best rock band they could be, in hopes of attracting the attention of an agent.
Rather unfortunately, they did – a Faerie known as “The Agent.” Disguised as a concert promoter named Carlos, he approached Marty when the latter was fifteen, promising the teen that he would play a sold-out show within the week if he’d just come for a ride in Carlos’s limo. Marty, naive and enthusiastic, immediately agreed, and was quietly spirited away to Arcadia. He soon discovered the truth about the situation, as he was promptly shoved out onto a stage and forced to play for an audience of uncaring Fae until his throat was raw and his fingers were bleeding. Carlos turned out to be a very mercurial manager, praising Marty one minute and punishing him the next. He also forcibly sculpted the teen’s flesh, changing his form into something more pleasing to Fae eyes. For a while, Marty lived in terror, tiptoeing around Carlos’s changeable moods and praying that he wouldn’t have to endure more “perfecting.”
Then, one day, Marty worked up the courage to ask for a microphone to spare his throat a bit. Carlos agreed to the idea and took Marty to meet a friend of his, Andrew, and his Changeling Slave – a man known as the Professor. Marty was initially terrified of the intense Manikin, but soon grew to like him, as the man applauded his music and stood up for him to Carlos. When the drugs Carlos was feeding the teen finally ran out, the Professor also cared for him. Marty returned the Professor’s friendship in full, telling him about Earth and helping him recover his real name – Dr. Emmett Brown.
Eventually, the two decided to try and make a break for it while their Keepers were distracted with another Faerie. They bolted into the Hedge and started running. Unfortunately, a pack of briarwolves set upon them, and they were separated. Marty escaped by the skin of his teeth, but couldn’t find his friend again. Then he found a strange, dark crack in the Hedge, stepped through –
And ended up in the basement of the Conrad Hotel.

Writing Sample:
Marty finished up what was nominally the last song of the night. He knew it really wasn’t, of course – Carlos would keep him out here for as many encores as he thought was appropriate. Marty glanced back at the Fae, who was watching him, arms folded and expression unreadable. Well, at least his throat didn’t feel quite as shitty as before. The microphone really helped in that regard.
He strummed the last few notes, squinting into the stage lights to try and get a glimpse at his audience. As usual, the various Fae creatures watched him silently, not even showing the slightest hint that they liked him or his music. Marty sighed, feeling lost. He loved his music – even here, trapped on this stage. The least they could do was show some –
appreciation. . . .
Marty’s eyes widened. Someone was clapping. Someone was applauding him. Baffled, he looked around wildly, trying to find the source of the sound.
Then he saw him, standing in the wings, clapping his hands with a bright smile on his face. It was the Doctor, looking – happy? Proud? The white-haired Manikin saw Marty looking at him and smiled wider, nodding. Marty could see the message in his eyes – You did good, kid.
Suddenly, Marty felt energized. Not the nervous energy from Carlos’s smoothies, no. Actual creative energy. The kind that could keep someone going way past their limits. The kind that actually made you feel good inside. Beaming, Marty leaned toward the microphone. “You want more?” he said, keeping his eyes on Doctor. “You got it!”
With that, he launched into one of his favorite oldies – “Johnny B. Goode.” Judging by the shocked look on Carlos’s face, this wasn’t something he should be playing. But Marty didn’t care.
This song was for his friend.

-VDM: "museicalmarty?"-
Well, that's what he is in Changeling, a Muse. It's not taken, either.
-M: Ah man, we only get to keep one Contract power?-
I'm hedging my bets just in case. That "no RPG" thing is still bugging me just a bit. You get to use yours at full strength, though -- Doc's gotta concentrate like hell.
-AJ: Are you gonna wait and make the journal after you're accepted?-
Not this time. If Marty doesn't get in, I'll run him as a side story and give him a magic journal that's linked to Doc's. I ain't separating them.
-HD: Very firm on this point, are we? I approve. *hugs White Rabbit Marty*-
Heh, yeah. Anyway, comments appreciated.

I also fiddled around in Sims today -- since

gigs_83 made the Inkwell banner, I decided to try and create the place in Sims. This is -- harder than it looks. Despite going there a couple of times with the muses, I've never formed a solid idea of what it looks like. I have generalities, but -- well, suffice to say I'll be fudging things here and there.
-OD: No way around it. The Sims can't create a completely accurate Inkwell. It's a muse place -- it's automatically semi-transdimensional just accomodate everyone. *tentacles nodnod*-
-DW: Just do the best you can.-
I will certainly try.
Anyway, I'm in the mood for a "Fun With Shorts." Laterz.