OOC/MuseVerse: Inkwell Party!

[clockwork_doc]

When he's not roleplaying in the Rift or the Nexus, the Doc Brown known as "Clockwork" lives in the Inkwell Bar and Grill, the local restaurant and hangout for his mun Victoria's muses. Clockwork also happens to own the place, so it's very easy for him to conscript it for his birthday. Anyone entering today will find that the bar has a wide selection of various cakes on it for people to sample, along with freezers full of ice cream. Clockwork himself is seated at the bar with a slice of chocolate cake, smiling at anyone who comes in.

Anybody's welcome to drop by, either just to say "hi" or to grab some cake. (One warning -- you might want to avoid the cake on the far left of the bar. Mrs. Plum made that one, and being a dead cook from "Corpse Bride" prone to putting body parts in her meals. . . .)

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[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

Clockwork smiles at her. "It's okay. I just didn't want to hurt you by accidentally blowing you out the door. Or a window." Stupid emotion-triggered weather powers.

Doc looks around too. "It is! And Clockwork's had some friends come over from the Rift and the Nexus."

"What's the point in owning this place if I can't invite my friends over once in a while?" Clockwork asks with a shrug.

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

Clockwork smirks back. "I see. Well, the Rift must be doubly blessed, because there's two of Ten there. Though one's stuck inside a watch -- I really don't know the particulars." And given the stuff that happened when he found said watch, he doesn't particularly want to find out.

"Good," Clockwork says as Tommy Tentacle waves back. "Does make it easier."

OckDoc snorts. "I don't think he's heard much of the 'liquid chocolate' line, actually."
"Enough," Clockwork says, rolling his eyes. "Still, sounds delicious."

The narration isn't sure about Radu, but Erik might feel comfortable over by the piano and Victor. Victor loves music too, so there's a topic of conversation for them. And Erik's scars, while possibly blink-worthy, aren't much when some of your closest friends are rotting corpses.

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

Clockwork grins at her and comes over with some cake. "It's been busy," he admits, looking at all the people. "But everyone seems to be doing more or less their own activities, so you can just jump right in."

[docsgirl.livejournal.com]

Victoria pulls herself up to her own full height (which, being as tall as Marty, isn't really impressive either) and folds her arms. "All right -- I appreciate you've been making nice," she concedes. "But lady, honestly? I don't think you're the type of -- I'll say person for lack of anything better -- Clockwork had in mind to show up." She looks apologetically at her rather-tormented character. "A Fae's very existence tends to offend when you've been on the other side of 'playtime.'"

Victor takes the moment to sneak off -- or, rather, under the piano. He knows what Fae do to people -- Victoria's "regular" Changeling idea has a Darkling version of him, after all. He doesn't want to take chances.

[clanoftheswords.livejournal.com]

Farley grins slightly. "Actually, it only swaps genders every time it gets put on." He takes it off and puts it on, swapping from male to female, then does it again, switching back.

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

That gets a face full of pure O.O from Clockwork. Although he's used to weird, Female!Farley is still -- WEIRD. "Great Scott," he says after a moment. "Does it -- feel strange?" He's really not sure what else to say, honestly.

[clanoftheswords.livejournal.com]

Farley smiles at the "great taste in T-shirts" comment. "Yeah, I suspect that all of the mes so far are incorrigible fan boys."

Ah, well, based off Doc's expression... "You want introductions?" Better to ask first, just in case.

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

"We're used to that," TeenDoc says, with a smirk in Victor's direction.

Victor blushes and pulls at his tie a little. "Like you're any better with your Jules Verne," he retorts.

"Didn't say I was."

"Or a basic list of what to call who," Clockwork says, looking around the group. "Just so we don't get anyone mixed up."

[clanoftheswords.livejournal.com]

Farley eyes the ring contemplatively. "Not the actual change, but it's obvious you're different afterwards..." He won't elaborate how, though. Some things you don't really need to talk about.

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

"Well, yes, obviously," Clockwork nods, unconsciously making a bit of a "boobies" motion at his chest. "LOLs are strange things, aren't they? I suppose I should count myself lucky I just got the rope."

[clanoftheswords.livejournal.com]

Farley eyes the ring again. "Mm, I'm not quite sure I'd call it a LOL. From what I can tell, you don't really have much control over when it happens."

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

(OOC: LOL, I had the same thought! :D)

Clockwork looks thoughtful. "True, but I was under the impression it was something of a catch-all term for that sort of thing." He shrugs. "It could have been a lot worse, I suppose. Gender change could have been permanent." That would have been awkward.

[exiledqueen.livejournal.com]

"If he wanted to exclude me, he should have taken precautions," Mab says crossly. "He knows I've been around, and he should know how to ward us off, even if that rattletrap brain of his didn't retain anything he learned in Arcadia. The humans have been doing their little tricks with the salt and bread and iron for centuries."

She glances at Victor. "Oh, don't quiver so. I don't have anywhere to drag you back to now besides my boudoir, and you'd be right back out again in the morning."

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

"I didn't think I had to in my own bar!" Clockwork protests. "Been around, maybe, but actually show up for my birthday?!" He quietly files away the info on the salt and bread, resolving to research that. Iron he knows about.

Victor turns brilliant scarlet at that, yanking at his tie. Of course, if Mab tried that, she'd have to deal with two very angry young women the next morning. (Yes, TWO.)

[clanoftheswords.livejournal.com]

Farley nods. "Right. Now, the blond in the gray dress is Anya, ex-vengeance demon and current dæmon. The man talking with the me holding the grocery bags is Alexander Claymore, my uncle. He flushes - awkward.

"The man behind him who looks like his twin is James Brown, and the woman with him is Andrea Delaney. The couple behind them are Wadsworth (I never did find out what his last name is), and Lillian Delacroix."

"The blond in the white dress is Margo Lane, Dr. Reinhardt Lane's daughter. And yeah, she knows what happened." He frowns slightly - why isn't Lamont here? Then again, that might not necessarily be a bad thing...

"The redhead is Veeken. (Don't ask, I never really figured out why she picked the name myself.) The men she's talking with are, well, a Tim Curry and Christopher Lloyd. Alternate universes." He shrugs. "The woman in the hoodie, of course, is Marie."

"The me with the grocery bags is the first version of me to show up, apparently. Usually, he just gets called Farley, but if that confuses you..."

"The first me that entered is called Claymore Chronicles Farley (or CC-Farley). The other me talking to Alex is Tales of the Used Farley. (Don't ask - now's really not the best time...)"

"The last me..." Rift!Farley frowns a little. "Actually I think he's new - something about a story called "After the Rift"..."

Exposition. Gotta love it.

[clanoftheswords.livejournal.com]

"Well-" Farley pauses, remembering Frank-N-Furter. "Good point. At least things from the Nexus don't affect us in Chicago. God knows how awkward that would have been..."

[gigs-83.livejournal.com]

Lisa takes the cake (HAH!) and nods. "Awesome." She looks around. "Never thought you had this many friends, eh, Doc?" She grins.

Johnny B. Goode starts playing on the jukebox. Another sly grin appears on Lisa's face. "Yanno what, Doc? You need a dance floor in here." She catches the eye of both her alter ego and Clark who nod and meet her over by the jukebox where the three of them proceed to dance the Tush Push (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSjtXOVFHiw).

[alienlisa.livejournal.com]

AL pats Clockwork's hand. "Aww, don't worry about me. My reflexes have gotten good over the millenia and I heal twice as fast as a normal human."

"You got a point there. Gary would do the same with McGinty's when we were living in Chicago."

She scans the cakes, wrinkling her nose at the one on the far end. "I don't want to know," she comments and takes a slab of ice cream cake.

[the-guys.livejournal.com]

Ten winces at the mention of the watch. "You don't want to know. And, er..." He leans close to speak in Clockwork's ear. "I wouldn't mention the watch around Lisa...either one of them. It's a sore spot." It's obvious he doesn't want to discuss it and he's glad the din of the place has caused her to not hear the conversation.

Erik has indeed slinked over to the piano to get away from the crowds. Lisa has let him wear his mask, for once, and the wig so he's slightly less uncomfortable than normal. Radu has joined him so at least he'd have someone he knew close by.

Hooks and Luke are trying to select a cake but are having trouble deciding. They finally settle on a slice of carrot cake, which fits in a funny sort of roundabout way because Hooks is a vegetarian.

The rest of the guys have scattered. Jesse and Jamie have started a game of darts while Ryan, Tommy, Dex and Gary take over a pool table. Data, Adam, Luke and Hooks with cake in tow go for the poker table and the four Doctors sit at the bar. They all will wind up with cake at some point during the night.

[tigereyedrogue.livejournal.com]

"Em...I actually got to see a version of 'myself' on a screen recently. Though he was nothing like me. Great wardrobe, but nothing like me." He nodnods. "It's loaded up with the same basics that are on mine. We can goof off a bit now, and more when you come over for the party. And I'll send your thanks along to Miss Whateley."

Daimon waves back cheerily, and is a bit used to a certain Inspector who is the spitting image of Victor...and really does faint at the drop of a hat.

"Are you kidding? She could tell them her crazy Thanksgiving reanimated-turkey story. Danica is...well...you know the creepy little kid in school you knew would either grow up to be a coroner or a witch or the crazy cat lady? She grew up to hang out with ghosts."

He blinks, then shrugs. "No, I mean, she used actual bits from a clock to replace the joints and such."

[exiledqueen.livejournal.com]

"Of course I'd show up for your birthday." Mab licks her lips. "So many people, so much emotion. Such a ritual. And you'll know next time, won't you? If you don't forget." She raps quickly on Clockwork's head. "See, it's a learning experience!"

She turns back to Victor and extends a hand. "I won't drag you," she adds, "but I do need someone to keep me warm. The nights are so long and so cold and so lonely, and I can show you so many wonderful things." The two young women are welcome to join them, of course. Mab believes very strongly in the philosophy of "the more, the merrier."

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

Metody bounds in, weighed down by a tupperware box and a small, brightly wrapped present. Beware, Doc, there is a pounce-like hugger aimed at you.

"Happy birthday!"

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

Clockwork nods. "Tell me about it." Yay for Rift canceling out Nexus.

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

"Really? How weird," Clockwork says with a small frown. "I know how you feel, a bit -- I accidentally caught a bit of a show my actor, Christopher Lloyd did, called 'Taxi.' Reverend Jim was -- a surprise."

He beams. "Sounds great." He lovingly pats the lid of the laptop. Ahhh, technology. He's gonna have to think of something good to get Daimon in return.

Victor gives a little wave in return, before notcing something sniffing at his feet. He picks up a little skeleton-dog and pets it lovingly. Dead things like him.

Clockwork laughs. "She sounds something like Holly! Friend of mine from school, practiced witchcraft. Sweet girl, but tough as nails. She'd sometimes beat up bullies for me."

"Yeah, I -- guessed that," Clockwork says, awkwardly rubbing at his elbow (and the gear sticking out of it). "Can't leave the poor thing missing pieces, though."

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

"Even still," Clockwork shrugs.

"Precisely," Clockwork says, smiling again. "Planning on hosting a Halloween event too, if I can."

Clockwork grimaces in that cake's general direction. "Mrs. Plum," he says in explanation. "It's for Victor's friends. I think Bonejangles and Emily are around here someplace. . . ."