The Day Before Friday The 13th
Jul. 12th, 2012 11:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickAnd Butterfly Boy and his Doc and Marty are living out a Who episode. And nearly got roasted by the sun as it consumes the earth. Fun! :p
-TTV: *eyes* For you, maybe. . .-
I know they'll be fine, the plot says they have to be. Anyway, since I don't have much else to report, how about an Alice snippet for today's update?
Dollhouse, Upper Levels
“You’re not a cat, my dear. One life is your allotment! Please be more careful with the carving knife!”
“Sorry, Mother, but I can’t afford to,” Alice murmured as she leapt back down to the arena, twirling in midair to soften her fall. “I’m sure you’d understand if you knew it was a matter of life or death. Though if you were here, I probably wouldn’t need to be using the Vorpal Blade like I am. . . .”
She landed on the quilted fabric with a little “oof,” then looked around. It appeared she had collected everything important there was to find. Time to investigate that little dollhouse over to the side. She jumped into the provided steam vent (did they all have to have those horribly creepy eyes on them?), then over to the stairs –
And then spotted the crystal butterfly waiting on the floor. As the wall closed up behind her, she dropped down and shattered it with a touch.
“I really don’t understand Dr. Bumby’s way of dealing with the children sometimes. Why make them wear numbers? Surely their names can’t be that hard to remember. . . .”
Alice shuddered. That had been just one conversation of many where Victor expressed some doubt or confusion over Bumby’s methods and she’d – she’d reassured him. Told him the numbers weren’t important, they were just some scheme of Bumby’s, the important thing was that he was helping them to forget their pasts – You saw it before I did. Or, at least, you were willing to acknowledge it before I did. Damn it, how could I be so blind?
But she already knew. She hadn’t wanted to deal with it – hadn’t been able to deal with it. Her grip on reality was still iffy, and the knowledge that Bumby might not be all he said he was. . .and she’d wanted to trust someone, wanted to forget, wanted to get away from her past. . . .
But you can’t do that, can you? The more you try to escape, the more it catches up to you. Especially when it hurts. She bit her lower lip, rocking back and forth on her heels. I could have done so much more for everyone. If I just hadn’t kept obsessing over my own pain. . .if I’d taken a moment to listen to Victor. . .if I’d worked harder to remember, rather than forget. . . .
She couldn’t waste time regretting “ifs” now, though. Wonderland was in even graver peril now, and who knew what was happening on the outside. I wish Victor were here, she thought, slicing her way through the cakes littering the floor to collect her teeth. She didn’t think he’d enjoy looking at the dollhouses, but – she could really use a hug right now. And if he was here, she’d know he was safe, because she could watch over him. . . But he’s got to be all right. He has parents, a past he doesn’t want to forget. What could Bumby do to him?
-M: Lemme guess. Your creepy-ass fic snippet Broken comes right after that.-
You guess correctly. This is the first of the two Dollhouse memories, this one focusing on Victor's worries over the children. There's an episode concerning this late in "Finding You" -- Alice definitely has her denial up to "high" during it. I like this memory because I think it shows something of her character arc. She's not only concerned about herself now -- she's worried about the kids too. Wishes she'd been able to help them. As I plan to have her put it either at the end of "Forgetting You" or the beginning of "Remembering You:" "They're brats, but they're MY brats."
-TTV: *chuckle* Very true. Although it's a bit of a sad scene, isn't it? Poor girl must feel rather helpless.-
Yeah, hence why she's fighting so hard in Wonderland. Anyway, I hope you like this scene. And let me just add that the canonical memory it starts with is one of my favorites. I just love knowing where the Vorpal Blade more or less came from. XD
Okay, there is ADVENTURE to be had! Off I go.
-TTV: *eyes* For you, maybe. . .-
I know they'll be fine, the plot says they have to be. Anyway, since I don't have much else to report, how about an Alice snippet for today's update?
Dollhouse, Upper Levels
“You’re not a cat, my dear. One life is your allotment! Please be more careful with the carving knife!”
“Sorry, Mother, but I can’t afford to,” Alice murmured as she leapt back down to the arena, twirling in midair to soften her fall. “I’m sure you’d understand if you knew it was a matter of life or death. Though if you were here, I probably wouldn’t need to be using the Vorpal Blade like I am. . . .”
She landed on the quilted fabric with a little “oof,” then looked around. It appeared she had collected everything important there was to find. Time to investigate that little dollhouse over to the side. She jumped into the provided steam vent (did they all have to have those horribly creepy eyes on them?), then over to the stairs –
And then spotted the crystal butterfly waiting on the floor. As the wall closed up behind her, she dropped down and shattered it with a touch.
“I really don’t understand Dr. Bumby’s way of dealing with the children sometimes. Why make them wear numbers? Surely their names can’t be that hard to remember. . . .”
Alice shuddered. That had been just one conversation of many where Victor expressed some doubt or confusion over Bumby’s methods and she’d – she’d reassured him. Told him the numbers weren’t important, they were just some scheme of Bumby’s, the important thing was that he was helping them to forget their pasts – You saw it before I did. Or, at least, you were willing to acknowledge it before I did. Damn it, how could I be so blind?
But she already knew. She hadn’t wanted to deal with it – hadn’t been able to deal with it. Her grip on reality was still iffy, and the knowledge that Bumby might not be all he said he was. . .and she’d wanted to trust someone, wanted to forget, wanted to get away from her past. . . .
But you can’t do that, can you? The more you try to escape, the more it catches up to you. Especially when it hurts. She bit her lower lip, rocking back and forth on her heels. I could have done so much more for everyone. If I just hadn’t kept obsessing over my own pain. . .if I’d taken a moment to listen to Victor. . .if I’d worked harder to remember, rather than forget. . . .
She couldn’t waste time regretting “ifs” now, though. Wonderland was in even graver peril now, and who knew what was happening on the outside. I wish Victor were here, she thought, slicing her way through the cakes littering the floor to collect her teeth. She didn’t think he’d enjoy looking at the dollhouses, but – she could really use a hug right now. And if he was here, she’d know he was safe, because she could watch over him. . . But he’s got to be all right. He has parents, a past he doesn’t want to forget. What could Bumby do to him?
-M: Lemme guess. Your creepy-ass fic snippet Broken comes right after that.-
You guess correctly. This is the first of the two Dollhouse memories, this one focusing on Victor's worries over the children. There's an episode concerning this late in "Finding You" -- Alice definitely has her denial up to "high" during it. I like this memory because I think it shows something of her character arc. She's not only concerned about herself now -- she's worried about the kids too. Wishes she'd been able to help them. As I plan to have her put it either at the end of "Forgetting You" or the beginning of "Remembering You:" "They're brats, but they're MY brats."
-TTV: *chuckle* Very true. Although it's a bit of a sad scene, isn't it? Poor girl must feel rather helpless.-
Yeah, hence why she's fighting so hard in Wonderland. Anyway, I hope you like this scene. And let me just add that the canonical memory it starts with is one of my favorites. I just love knowing where the Vorpal Blade more or less came from. XD
Okay, there is ADVENTURE to be had! Off I go.
