Christmas Time, Christmas Time
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crossover_chickDay Two of "A Week of Secundus Christmas:"
Day Two: Lights
“All right, Marty, switch on the generator!”
Doc, Victor, and Alice waited eagerly outside E. Brown’s 24-Hour Scientific Services as Marty disappeared around the side of the building. Doc had recently gotten a string of electric lights and was eager to show them off. “This is exciting,” Victor commented, examining the wire and the little flame-shaped bulbs attached to it. “How do they work?”
“Oh, it’s a pretty simple design – each bulb contains some wire and a special gas, which, when activated via electrical current, makes the bulb glow. More precisely, the bulb contains a wire called a filament, which--”
Doc broke off from his explanation as he noticed the lights were still off. “Marty! Is something wrong with the generator?” he called.
“No! It’s running fine, Doc!” Marty called back over the hum of the machine.
Doc arched an eyebrow at the dark lights. “Huh. Turn it off, kid, it appears we have an issue. Victor, Alice, care to lend a hand?”
***
“Switch on the generator!”
There was a grinding noise, then a growing hum as the generator came up to speed. Victor took Alice’s hand as they waited for the moment when –
“Oh!”
“Ack!”
“Great Scott!”
Victor hurriedly slipped his ever-present goggles over his eyes, shrouding the world in dark green. “They’re – r-rather bright, aren’t they?” he said, still squinting a little. Beside him, Alice had her eyes tightly closed to avoid being temporarily blinded.
“Yes, they are,” Doc agreed, shading his eyes against the light. “I really don’t think – Marty! What speed is the generator--”
A series of little “pops” was heard, and the bulbs went dark again. Doc groaned. “Please do not tell me we just ruined them all. . . .”
***
“Oh, now that’s nice,” Victor said, smiling at the new light display. “And in such nice colors too!”
“Mmmm.”
Victor, Alice, and Marty looked over at Doc, who was scowling at the new strand of lights. “What is it, Doc?” Marty said tiredly.
“They’re still not working.”
“They look fine to me,” Alice said, looking back at them. “I rather like the way they keep blinking on and off.”
“They’re not supposed to do that.”
“Oh.”
Marty threw up his hands. “I can’t give a shit, Doc. I’m just happy they’re lit and not burning our eyes out. I’m freezing out here.”
“Me too,” Doc allowed with a sigh. “It’ll have to do. Come on, folks, let’s get some hot chocolate.”
My obsession with never letting Doc Brown successfully put up Christmas lights continues.
-D: You know, this year we actually got them up with no mishaps.-
Hence the need to torture a fic-- a DIFFERENT fictional version of yourself. This is based on the three lighting disasters the muse crew had -- not coming on at all, too bright, and blinking. (Also a little on the lights guy in "12 Pains of Christmas.") Electric lights are a new thing in the world of Secundus, though after this I'm sure Doc is ready to go back to candles.
-TD: He should put up some pine branches and ask Victor for his extra fireflies.-
*snork* He probably should. Anyway, not much to say, though you can get a very basic lesson on how a Christmas light functions out of this. Light bulbs are weird once you start thinking about them.
-DW: MOST modern technology is weird once you start thinking about it.-
Very true.
Not much else to report -- I spent a large amount of my time today on Cracked.com. BTTF got another nod in their article on "injuries Hollywood tricks us into thinking are minor" (basically, the fact that Marty shouldn't be alive with all the head injuries he gets). As they themselves have now admitted: "CRACKED: Ruining Back to the Future for you since 2006."
-M: Look, guys, it's bad enough about Michael J. Fox. Let me have my mild case of invulnerability.-
My new theory is that fictional humans, who live in more dangerous worlds than we do, have evolved bodies far tougher than ours to deal with the threats. If James Bond was real, he'd be considered Superman.
Oh, and one for Tie-Twister Victor from YouTube: Bonejangles sings The Mask TAS theme
-TTV: *grin* I approve.-
I thought you would. And now, to fuss around more on the web, and maybe go ahead and play some late-night Sims. (Seriously, what do I do on the internet past midnight?)
Day Two: Lights
“All right, Marty, switch on the generator!”
Doc, Victor, and Alice waited eagerly outside E. Brown’s 24-Hour Scientific Services as Marty disappeared around the side of the building. Doc had recently gotten a string of electric lights and was eager to show them off. “This is exciting,” Victor commented, examining the wire and the little flame-shaped bulbs attached to it. “How do they work?”
“Oh, it’s a pretty simple design – each bulb contains some wire and a special gas, which, when activated via electrical current, makes the bulb glow. More precisely, the bulb contains a wire called a filament, which--”
Doc broke off from his explanation as he noticed the lights were still off. “Marty! Is something wrong with the generator?” he called.
“No! It’s running fine, Doc!” Marty called back over the hum of the machine.
Doc arched an eyebrow at the dark lights. “Huh. Turn it off, kid, it appears we have an issue. Victor, Alice, care to lend a hand?”
***
“Switch on the generator!”
There was a grinding noise, then a growing hum as the generator came up to speed. Victor took Alice’s hand as they waited for the moment when –
“Oh!”
“Ack!”
“Great Scott!”
Victor hurriedly slipped his ever-present goggles over his eyes, shrouding the world in dark green. “They’re – r-rather bright, aren’t they?” he said, still squinting a little. Beside him, Alice had her eyes tightly closed to avoid being temporarily blinded.
“Yes, they are,” Doc agreed, shading his eyes against the light. “I really don’t think – Marty! What speed is the generator--”
A series of little “pops” was heard, and the bulbs went dark again. Doc groaned. “Please do not tell me we just ruined them all. . . .”
***
“Oh, now that’s nice,” Victor said, smiling at the new light display. “And in such nice colors too!”
“Mmmm.”
Victor, Alice, and Marty looked over at Doc, who was scowling at the new strand of lights. “What is it, Doc?” Marty said tiredly.
“They’re still not working.”
“They look fine to me,” Alice said, looking back at them. “I rather like the way they keep blinking on and off.”
“They’re not supposed to do that.”
“Oh.”
Marty threw up his hands. “I can’t give a shit, Doc. I’m just happy they’re lit and not burning our eyes out. I’m freezing out here.”
“Me too,” Doc allowed with a sigh. “It’ll have to do. Come on, folks, let’s get some hot chocolate.”
My obsession with never letting Doc Brown successfully put up Christmas lights continues.
-D: You know, this year we actually got them up with no mishaps.-
Hence the need to torture a fic-- a DIFFERENT fictional version of yourself. This is based on the three lighting disasters the muse crew had -- not coming on at all, too bright, and blinking. (Also a little on the lights guy in "12 Pains of Christmas.") Electric lights are a new thing in the world of Secundus, though after this I'm sure Doc is ready to go back to candles.
-TD: He should put up some pine branches and ask Victor for his extra fireflies.-
*snork* He probably should. Anyway, not much to say, though you can get a very basic lesson on how a Christmas light functions out of this. Light bulbs are weird once you start thinking about them.
-DW: MOST modern technology is weird once you start thinking about it.-
Very true.
Not much else to report -- I spent a large amount of my time today on Cracked.com. BTTF got another nod in their article on "injuries Hollywood tricks us into thinking are minor" (basically, the fact that Marty shouldn't be alive with all the head injuries he gets). As they themselves have now admitted: "CRACKED: Ruining Back to the Future for you since 2006."
-M: Look, guys, it's bad enough about Michael J. Fox. Let me have my mild case of invulnerability.-
My new theory is that fictional humans, who live in more dangerous worlds than we do, have evolved bodies far tougher than ours to deal with the threats. If James Bond was real, he'd be considered Superman.
Oh, and one for Tie-Twister Victor from YouTube: Bonejangles sings The Mask TAS theme
-TTV: *grin* I approve.-
I thought you would. And now, to fuss around more on the web, and maybe go ahead and play some late-night Sims. (Seriously, what do I do on the internet past midnight?)
