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crossover_chickA Drabbles88! I've actually got two, but the angstier one needs tweaking. So you get the funny one today.
-HD: A triumph!-
Indeed.
53. Work
“Go up and see if you can remind him that there’s still a world out here, will you?”
“Aye aye, ma’am!” Marty headed up the stairs to Doc’s study. He’d dropped by the Brown house to see if Doc wanted to hang out for a while, only to have Clara tell him that Doc had almost locked himself in his study, coming out only for mealtimes or to sleep. “Typical Doc,” he muttered to himself, rolling his eyes. “Good thing I’m used to yanking him back to reality. . . .” He knocked on the door. “Hey Doc?”
“Mmm?” Doc sounded preoccupied. Marty wasn’t surprised.
“It’s me, Marty. Can I come in?”
“Oh. Sure.”
Marty pushed open the door. “So, what’s – the. . . .”
His voice died as he got his first good look at the room. The walls were covered in white writing. From floor to ceiling were all sorts of scientific equations and random notes. Some of it had even leaked onto the floor itself. Turning, Marty saw more writing behind him, surrounding and pushing up against the doorway. There didn’t seem to be an inch of wall that Doc hadn’t scribbled on. And standing in the middle of it all was Doc himself, hair and clothes more disheveled than usual, contemplating a certain equation with great interest.
For a long moment, all Marty could do was stare. Then, finally, he managed to speak. “Uh, Doc?”
“Mmm?” Doc didn’t even look at him, too busy with his equation.
“I gotta ask – you’re not gonna snap and kill us all in the near future, are ya?”
That got Doc to turn around. He regarded Marty with a rather baffled expression. “What?”
“You’re – writing all over the walls, Doc,” Marty pointed out, waving a hand around the room. “That’s usually what the crazy people do.”
Doc abruptly grinned, looking every inch the mad scientist people said he was. “Oh, that! It’s just notes for my latest invention.”
“On the walls?”
Doc’s grin widened. “Yup! We went to the Home Depot over in Grass Valley, and I found this!” He slapped a wall. “It’s chalkboard paint!”
“. . .It’s what?”
“Chalkboard paint. You put this on your wall, and once it dries – instant chalkboard! We bought it because we thought Jules and Verne might get a kick out of it, but then I thought, I could use this!” He grinned happily at his equations. “It’s great, Marty. The extra room helps a lot. I’m making a lot more progress than I normally do at this juncture.”
Marty looked around again. “So – it’s just like you’re messing around on your old chalkboard?” he asked, feeling relieved.
“Precisely! Here, I’ve already gotten all of this written down properly.” He wiped away a section with his sleeve and offered Marty a piece of chalk. “Want to give it a go?”
A hour later, Clara came up to find them engrossed in a tic-tac-toe competition.
-D: . . . Did -- did you turn Room Full of Crazy into a COMEDY story?-
It's not like it hasn't been done before! I was at work after reading through that page on TV Tropes, the magazine I was reading happened to have a mention of this lady with a chalkboard paint backdrop to her kitchen, and it all just came together in my head. I thought it would be awesome.
-VD2: It's -- weird, but certainly better than the angsty version where we'd be truly insane.-
:D Glad you approve.
-TTV: *grumble*-
-OD: *tentacles cheep* What's with you?-
-TTV: Guess who got stuck with the "truly insane" version.-
-OD: *with tentacles* Victoria!-
I'm sorry but that mental image stuck in my mind too!
-VD: I assume in his case he's drawing something.-
Big-ass mural contrasting the living and dead towns.
-TTV: . . . Oh, God, I actually want to draw it now.-
See, I'm the inspiration fairy!
-TD: Yeah, but considering your usual version of Fae comes from "Changeling: The Lost. . . ."
-.-
In other news, someone else has been killed by the CLF -- Ariel, the owner of the Conrad Hotel and guardian angel of Julian Sark. The hotel has passed to Martha Jones, and basically the Rift reeks of angst. Clockwork is not happy. Neither is Victor, honestly -- he's gone to the Nexus to see if he can find a piano.
-RPD: Perhaps you should have let him come through in the Kashatta.-
With SILENT HALL in it now?
-RPD: . . . Yeesh, good point.-
Though I do wonder what Victor's inner demons would look like, given his -- er -- Well, you guys saw the meme.
-TTV: I'm fine! Really! I'm happy here! Happy!-
-DW: *hugs him anyway*-
-TTV: . . . *hugs back*-
-D: It's all our lots, Victor. We all get angsty backstories.-
Hey, Lucy's is pretty all right.
-TD: Yeah, the trip to the nuthouse was really just a vacation for her.-
-.- It's better than most!
-HD: A triumph!-
Indeed.
53. Work
“Go up and see if you can remind him that there’s still a world out here, will you?”
“Aye aye, ma’am!” Marty headed up the stairs to Doc’s study. He’d dropped by the Brown house to see if Doc wanted to hang out for a while, only to have Clara tell him that Doc had almost locked himself in his study, coming out only for mealtimes or to sleep. “Typical Doc,” he muttered to himself, rolling his eyes. “Good thing I’m used to yanking him back to reality. . . .” He knocked on the door. “Hey Doc?”
“Mmm?” Doc sounded preoccupied. Marty wasn’t surprised.
“It’s me, Marty. Can I come in?”
“Oh. Sure.”
Marty pushed open the door. “So, what’s – the. . . .”
His voice died as he got his first good look at the room. The walls were covered in white writing. From floor to ceiling were all sorts of scientific equations and random notes. Some of it had even leaked onto the floor itself. Turning, Marty saw more writing behind him, surrounding and pushing up against the doorway. There didn’t seem to be an inch of wall that Doc hadn’t scribbled on. And standing in the middle of it all was Doc himself, hair and clothes more disheveled than usual, contemplating a certain equation with great interest.
For a long moment, all Marty could do was stare. Then, finally, he managed to speak. “Uh, Doc?”
“Mmm?” Doc didn’t even look at him, too busy with his equation.
“I gotta ask – you’re not gonna snap and kill us all in the near future, are ya?”
That got Doc to turn around. He regarded Marty with a rather baffled expression. “What?”
“You’re – writing all over the walls, Doc,” Marty pointed out, waving a hand around the room. “That’s usually what the crazy people do.”
Doc abruptly grinned, looking every inch the mad scientist people said he was. “Oh, that! It’s just notes for my latest invention.”
“On the walls?”
Doc’s grin widened. “Yup! We went to the Home Depot over in Grass Valley, and I found this!” He slapped a wall. “It’s chalkboard paint!”
“. . .It’s what?”
“Chalkboard paint. You put this on your wall, and once it dries – instant chalkboard! We bought it because we thought Jules and Verne might get a kick out of it, but then I thought, I could use this!” He grinned happily at his equations. “It’s great, Marty. The extra room helps a lot. I’m making a lot more progress than I normally do at this juncture.”
Marty looked around again. “So – it’s just like you’re messing around on your old chalkboard?” he asked, feeling relieved.
“Precisely! Here, I’ve already gotten all of this written down properly.” He wiped away a section with his sleeve and offered Marty a piece of chalk. “Want to give it a go?”
A hour later, Clara came up to find them engrossed in a tic-tac-toe competition.
-D: . . . Did -- did you turn Room Full of Crazy into a COMEDY story?-
It's not like it hasn't been done before! I was at work after reading through that page on TV Tropes, the magazine I was reading happened to have a mention of this lady with a chalkboard paint backdrop to her kitchen, and it all just came together in my head. I thought it would be awesome.
-VD2: It's -- weird, but certainly better than the angsty version where we'd be truly insane.-
:D Glad you approve.
-TTV: *grumble*-
-OD: *tentacles cheep* What's with you?-
-TTV: Guess who got stuck with the "truly insane" version.-
-OD: *with tentacles* Victoria!-
I'm sorry but that mental image stuck in my mind too!
-VD: I assume in his case he's drawing something.-
Big-ass mural contrasting the living and dead towns.
-TTV: . . . Oh, God, I actually want to draw it now.-
See, I'm the inspiration fairy!
-TD: Yeah, but considering your usual version of Fae comes from "Changeling: The Lost. . . ."
-.-
In other news, someone else has been killed by the CLF -- Ariel, the owner of the Conrad Hotel and guardian angel of Julian Sark. The hotel has passed to Martha Jones, and basically the Rift reeks of angst. Clockwork is not happy. Neither is Victor, honestly -- he's gone to the Nexus to see if he can find a piano.
-RPD: Perhaps you should have let him come through in the Kashatta.-
With SILENT HALL in it now?
-RPD: . . . Yeesh, good point.-
Though I do wonder what Victor's inner demons would look like, given his -- er -- Well, you guys saw the meme.
-TTV: I'm fine! Really! I'm happy here! Happy!-
-DW: *hugs him anyway*-
-TTV: . . . *hugs back*-
-D: It's all our lots, Victor. We all get angsty backstories.-
Hey, Lucy's is pretty all right.
-TD: Yeah, the trip to the nuthouse was really just a vacation for her.-
-.- It's better than most!
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Date: 2009-03-10 07:05 am (UTC)i never liked how that was a cliche for crazy though. most of my friends have bedrooms with crap written all over the walls, and while they are of dubious mental health, they can function pretty well
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Date: 2009-03-10 07:22 pm (UTC)