Picture Spam!
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crossover_chickBut first, The Tale Christmas Special.
The Second Thing of Christmas that’s such a pain to me:
Rigging Up the Lights
“Alice?”
Alice started, jerked out of her half-asleep reverie as she stared at the Christmas tree. Victor was standing behind her, looking a bit worried. “What are you doing up?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” Alice confessed, turning her attention back to the tree. “I just – I know Doc said these ‘electric’ lights were far safer than candles, but--” She grimaced, remembering a terrified dash through her house, searing heat and bright flames, and the screams of her parents. “Accidents can always happen.”
Victor put an understanding hand on her shoulder. “I know,” he said softly. “He did disconnect the generator for the night. I can tell you with all honesty there’s no current going through those lights. Unless they spontaneously combust, they’re not going to catch fire.”
“I’m aware. I just can’t stop myself from worrying.”
Victor sat down next to her and pulled her close. “Trust me, I know all about that,” he told her. “Would you like me to sit up with you?”
“It would be much appreciated, thank you.”
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save_us_alice had a bit of a similar fear at the Inkwell, when Doc said he wanted to put candles on the tree. Luckily, he had in mind ELECTRIC candles, so. . . .
-MF: Can't resist a bit of sappy Victor/Alice, huh?-
It was the only thing I could think of!
-D: I'm just amazed we got our OWN lights up this year.-
-VD: Though we still haven't figured out why they're blinking.-
-TD: If you'd let me near the wires --
-D: NO. WE ACTUALLY SUCCEEDED THIS YEAR.-
*giggle* Yeah, it's good enough. Plenty of these lights blink.
-HD: Perhaps we could use them to send out messages in Morse code!-
-TD: Yeah, that would be neat!-
No random inspiration! The lights are up and that's all we need!
Now, as to the picture spam, I have some new toys to show you. First up, my still-in-box minimates:
The Battle-Damaged T-800 and Young John (not that we ever see Old John all that much)
Biker T-800 and Kyle Reese (who appears to have wandered in from the first movie, for some reason. Well Sarahmate will be happy.)
The BusterMates -- Dr. Peter Venkman, Dr. Egon Spengler, Dana Barrett, Louis Tully. Yes, Louis is in there -- he's inside that Terror Dog, I believe. :p Poor guy. Hopefully someday I can get him out.
And now for the real winner -- MY VICTOR'S HERE!
-TTV: What? Already?!-
Yup! He arrived this evening! I was surprised too! Here he is in-box:
Nice, huh?
-TTV: Oh goodness that's creepy.-
The doll has no plans on your life, Victor. Just plans on my fingers.
-RPD: Huh?-
Chewed my right thumb and index finger up trying to get him out of the twist-ties. They tied a bunch of them all the way to the end -- I had to get my parents to help with a pair of little pliers! But, eventually, we got him loose.
A few images of the box he came in, which is actually really nice. One side has Victor and Emily on it, the other the two dead generals (Bonesaparte and Wellington, though I like to call the latter Well-en-dead), the little skeleton boy, and Scraps.
Victor himself, wrestled out of those twist ties. Not too shabby, eh? You can see that his knee is black instead of white, of course, but I'm thinking maybe I'll just give it a little paint job later. His arms move and have elbows, and his legs move and have knees. He can't stand on his own, of course (look at those tiny feet! How did the actual Victor puppet stand? Invisible rig?), but he has a pretty metal stand.
And now, a photoplay for showing off puzzle Scraps:
Victor: A present for me? I wonder what's inside. *opens*
*out falls a pile of bones. . .*
*. . .which quickly start assembling themselves. . .*
*. . .into a familiar-looking mutt!*
Victor: SCRAPS!
Victor: It's so good to see you again! *pets*
Yeah, I hope you appreciate that, JunVictor, he was rather hard to assemble. And even now, he has a bit of a habit of tipping over without a little support.
After picture-taking, I had to find a place for him -- he's currently residing in the little "alley" that separates my big black bookshelf from my little wooden one with the McFarlane figures. Hopefully I can find a better place to put him later, but this'll do for now.
And now, to see if we have any freaking cough medicine. Damn it, cold, why won't you leave me in peace?
The Second Thing of Christmas that’s such a pain to me:
Rigging Up the Lights
“Alice?”
Alice started, jerked out of her half-asleep reverie as she stared at the Christmas tree. Victor was standing behind her, looking a bit worried. “What are you doing up?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” Alice confessed, turning her attention back to the tree. “I just – I know Doc said these ‘electric’ lights were far safer than candles, but--” She grimaced, remembering a terrified dash through her house, searing heat and bright flames, and the screams of her parents. “Accidents can always happen.”
Victor put an understanding hand on her shoulder. “I know,” he said softly. “He did disconnect the generator for the night. I can tell you with all honesty there’s no current going through those lights. Unless they spontaneously combust, they’re not going to catch fire.”
“I’m aware. I just can’t stop myself from worrying.”
Victor sat down next to her and pulled her close. “Trust me, I know all about that,” he told her. “Would you like me to sit up with you?”
“It would be much appreciated, thank you.”
save_us_alice had a bit of a similar fear at the Inkwell, when Doc said he wanted to put candles on the tree. Luckily, he had in mind ELECTRIC candles, so. . . .-MF: Can't resist a bit of sappy Victor/Alice, huh?-
It was the only thing I could think of!
-D: I'm just amazed we got our OWN lights up this year.-
-VD: Though we still haven't figured out why they're blinking.-
-TD: If you'd let me near the wires --
-D: NO. WE ACTUALLY SUCCEEDED THIS YEAR.-
*giggle* Yeah, it's good enough. Plenty of these lights blink.
-HD: Perhaps we could use them to send out messages in Morse code!-
-TD: Yeah, that would be neat!-
No random inspiration! The lights are up and that's all we need!
Now, as to the picture spam, I have some new toys to show you. First up, my still-in-box minimates:
The Battle-Damaged T-800 and Young John (not that we ever see Old John all that much)
Biker T-800 and Kyle Reese (who appears to have wandered in from the first movie, for some reason. Well Sarahmate will be happy.)
The BusterMates -- Dr. Peter Venkman, Dr. Egon Spengler, Dana Barrett, Louis Tully. Yes, Louis is in there -- he's inside that Terror Dog, I believe. :p Poor guy. Hopefully someday I can get him out.
And now for the real winner -- MY VICTOR'S HERE!
-TTV: What? Already?!-
Yup! He arrived this evening! I was surprised too! Here he is in-box:
Nice, huh?
-TTV: Oh goodness that's creepy.-
The doll has no plans on your life, Victor. Just plans on my fingers.
-RPD: Huh?-
Chewed my right thumb and index finger up trying to get him out of the twist-ties. They tied a bunch of them all the way to the end -- I had to get my parents to help with a pair of little pliers! But, eventually, we got him loose.
A few images of the box he came in, which is actually really nice. One side has Victor and Emily on it, the other the two dead generals (Bonesaparte and Wellington, though I like to call the latter Well-en-dead), the little skeleton boy, and Scraps.
Victor himself, wrestled out of those twist ties. Not too shabby, eh? You can see that his knee is black instead of white, of course, but I'm thinking maybe I'll just give it a little paint job later. His arms move and have elbows, and his legs move and have knees. He can't stand on his own, of course (look at those tiny feet! How did the actual Victor puppet stand? Invisible rig?), but he has a pretty metal stand.
And now, a photoplay for showing off puzzle Scraps:
Victor: A present for me? I wonder what's inside. *opens*
*out falls a pile of bones. . .*
*. . .which quickly start assembling themselves. . .*
*. . .into a familiar-looking mutt!*
Victor: SCRAPS!
Victor: It's so good to see you again! *pets*
Yeah, I hope you appreciate that, JunVictor, he was rather hard to assemble. And even now, he has a bit of a habit of tipping over without a little support.
After picture-taking, I had to find a place for him -- he's currently residing in the little "alley" that separates my big black bookshelf from my little wooden one with the McFarlane figures. Hopefully I can find a better place to put him later, but this'll do for now.
And now, to see if we have any freaking cough medicine. Damn it, cold, why won't you leave me in peace?
