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 nods understandingly. "The Rift!You wasn't too happy about it all either," he says. "It's a complicated mess."

Victor gives Radu and Eric friendly grins. Scraps, his skeleton dog, is by his feet, sniffing the newcomers curiously. Don't ask how a dog with no nose can smell.

TeenDoc watches the foursome at the pool table while working on his automated pool cue. He'll let them have their game, then he'll SHOW THEM ALL! Or maybe just launch the cue through a window. Either one. Clockwork keeps an eye on him as he makes sure there's enough food and drink for everybody.

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

Clockwork nods along. He blinks a little as Rift!Farley points out Alex. "That's Alex? I thought that was Professor Plum." He lifts an eyebrow. "So Alex looks like me, huh?" He smirks at Rift!Farley a little. "Well, that might explain a few things."

"I thought Wadsworth WAS his last name," Clockwork comments. "And James Brown?" It could be a coincidence, but given the mun, he doesn't think so.

He blinks again as Rift!Farley points out Margo. Why she'd even be here. . . . He mentally makes a note to watch the shadows a bit more closely.

Clockwork waves at Marie before turning his attention to the actor-daemons. "Weird," he mutters, shaking his head. "Then again, what isn't these days."

Clockwork smiles at Rift!Farley. "Nah -- it's the same with us, for the most part. NonTrilogy's usually called Doc because he was the first universe. Then there's VampDoc, VampDoc2, DocWolf, OckDoc, TeenDoc, RolePlayDoc, and HatterDoc. And me -- I'm called Clockwork because of --" A hiss of steam. "Well, it should be obvious."

"So there's Farley, CC-Farley, Tales-Farley, AtR-Farley, and you, Rift-Farley." Clockwork nods. "I think I've got it."

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

Luckily, Clockwork Doc is used to pounce-huggers (see his own mun and mun's friend Lisa (above)). He grins and goes to greet Metody. "Hi, thanks!" He looks around the crowded bar. "I know I said before I wasn't thinking of having a party, but I was thinking within Chicago then. How are you?"

[docsgirl.livejournal.com]

Clockwork jerks away from her touch, scowling deeply. The weather around the Inkwell is getting steadily cloudier as his mood darkens. Oh, he'll remember next time. It's kind of useful, having your full-trilogy counterparts be blacksmiths.

Victor whimpers and retreats further under the piano. He's a little scaredy-cat at times. Well, MOST of the time. (As for the two young women, being quite Victorian they'd be kind of shocked. And really, one wouldn't be any good at helping Mab keep warm).

Victoria's just about snap out something when someone interrupts. "You want warm?" A hand closes on Mab's shoulder. "I could give you warm."

It's another Doc, one that isn't seen much. His story hasn't been posted yet. But if Mab turns around, she'll see a Doc with a fiery aura around him. And she probably DOESN'T have to turn around to feel the power of the UNIVERSE radiating off him.

Mab -- meet Phoenix!Doc. And yes, he was just threatening to set you on fire. He could do a lot worse.

[alienlisa.livejournal.com]

"Oooh," AL croons at the Halloween party idea. "That's cool. As I think about it, I think the first Halloween I really officially celebrated was in '83 with my Doc."

"Ahh, gotcha." AL just kind of shakes her head at the corpse cake. Whatever floats your boat. "Are Paige and you getting along okay? Things working out?" It's obvious this is a big thing for her. She wants Clockwork happy and is afraid her idea of sending a Fairycorn to him would blow up in her face.

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

Clockwork grins. "Thanks. I've already got a costume in mind." Thanks to a mun quietly sticking it in his closet. "And I heard about that one. Sounded great."

"I think Victor put a sign on it, just in case."

He pats her on the shoulder reassuringly. "We're fine," he tells her. "She's a sweetheart. Sort of the 'mascot' for the Inkwell." Paige flits out and prances around the bartop.

[exiledqueen.livejournal.com]

Mab can't help it. She basks. The room is crackling with energy, storm on one side and universal fire on the other, all swirling around her. She feels warm, giddy, powerful...she might actually be glowing a little. It's like jump-starting a car battery.

She tangles her fingers in PhoenixDoc's fiery aura, somewhat beyond speech.

[alienlisa.livejournal.com]

His words about Paige are a huge load off AL's mind. "Whew," she says, giggling at the tiny equine's antics. "That's great."

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

Clockwork pats her shoulder again. "Thanks for giving her to me. It's nice to know there's good fairies in the world."

Paige whinnies. "You just have to know where to look!"

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

He gets a tight squeeze.

"I'm good! There's others, but they're currently outside locked in a bitter battle over who gets to be called 'Rue'. Names kind of get reused."

"I! Have a present for you." He offers him the little wrapped package.

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

Clockwork squeezes back.

"Good." He glances outside, one eyebrow raised. "I see. We use nicknames around here." He motions to the crowd of other Docs. "The mun likes crossovers."

"Thank you!" Clockwork accepts and unwraps it, curious to see what's inside.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

"It's really hard to work out a nickname for 'Rue', though. It's kind of already short. And it's already a nickname for one of them. He doesn't have a name."

It proves to be a Leatherman. Metody got the electrician's edition.

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

"Hmmmm. A tricky problem indeed," Clockwork says, repressing a small shudder at the idea of not having a name. He shrugs, not sure what else he can say.

Yay, multitool! Clockwork beams. "Oh, thank you! This is great!" He happily fiddles with the various attachments. Yay technology!

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

"And also - carrot and chocolate cake. But, even better - "

And in hurtles Metody. Again. It would take a sharp eye or a basic knowledge of human clothing to guess that this one is female. The dress is a handy hint, though. She offers over a generic plastic tub of icecream. "Thunderstorm icecream! I have no idea."

Two happy grins. Behind them, Rue comes limping in, heavy cane thumping, breath rasping. He leans against the wall in his perpetual bad mood. There are a few more Metodys, all tiny, pale, dark haired and bright eyed, and lurking among them is the mun as well, redhaired and purple coated.

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

"Wonderful!" Clockwork takes the cake and adds them to the bar for sampling. Mmmmm.

And -- hello, Female!Metody. She gets blinked at a bit before Clockwork takes the ice cream. "Er, thank you," he says, shaking his head a little. Sorry, he's just a little stunned. He'll get over it soon enough. "Never heard of thunderstorm ice cream before." He looks curiously at the stuff.

Clockwork recognizes Rue and nods to him in greeting. Then there's all the Metodys plus the mun. Clockwork gives her an amused grin. "Seems like everyone I meet collects different versions of a certain character." Victoria's got her Doc's, Marie's got her Farleys. . . .

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

"This is my sibling Duva. We also have a sister, but she can't really leave home." Not that anyone would want her to. Metody beams, squeezing Duva. "Technically, we're the same person, even in canon, but that gets a bit metaphysical."

Both Duva and Metody bounce on their toes, looking thrilled. "It's from the bar in the Nexus! They've got concept-flavored icecreams instead of normal flavors. How cool is that?" That one is Duva, but you'd never know it unless you were watching them speak. They quite literally have the same voice.

Rue wearily nods, looking a touch put upon by all the Metadoids around him.

The mun looks a little sheepish. "I like to really explore the heck out of a theme. What really makes it awful is that they're all the same person, even in canon. Even Rue."

Who is just thrilled about this. Really.

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

Clockwork smirks at that. "I see. Nice to meet you, Duva." He offers a hand to shake.

"Oh, I see!" Clockwork looks curiously at it. "That is neat. Wonder what it tastes like."

HatterDoc, sitting nearby, overhears and promptly goes over with a spoon, looking curious. He politely tips his hat to the Metodys, Duva, and Rue before sampling the ice cream. He swishes it in his mouth a little. "Mmmm. Kind of tingly," he comments, taking another bite.

Clockwork looks at Rue, a little surprised. "Really? Huh." He smirks a bit. "My mun just really loves BTTF and crossovers." He motions at HatterDoc. "For example, after she discovered the joys of 'Alice In Wonderland. . . .'"

"I suppose it helps Christopher Lloyd played a part in one of the productions," HatterDoc adds. "Though it wasn't me, it was the White Knight."

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

"Likewise!" She cheerfully shakes. If you look close enough, there's a more female cast to her face and bone structure, but it's subtle. Very subtle. More notably, she smells like blood instead of bone.

HatterDoc gets the full focus of half a dozen identical, fascinated looks for a moment. All the Metodies tend to move as a unit.

"Well. It probably helps that you generally kick butt as a character, Doc." This one is Metody. All the others are quietly swarming the sweets. "Mad Scientists in general are awesome, and then that movie - so neat! If you ever need an assistant, I know how to use a welding gun." And another hug, on general principles.

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

Clockwork sorta-kinda sees the femaleness of Duva -- it's more evident in the dress. Still, given he's friends with a pure asexual back in the Rift, this sort of thing isn't TOO strange.

HatterDoc grins at everybody, then whistles. A many-legged, spidery teapot hops off the table and jogs over. "Tea, anyone?" he offers, as is his wont. Many Metodiods moving in sync barely phases him. He's Wonderlandian, after all.

Hey, the sweets are there to be swarmed. Clockwork blushes a little, steam hissing out from under his coat. "Thanks, Metody," he says, hugging back. "I'd be happy to have you." He grins. "Of course, if you think Mad Scientists are awesome, you should really meet TeenDoc." He points out the 17-year-old version of himself, currently automating a pool cue with lots and lots of gears.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

And that's why she wears the dress. A pity they weren't around when Twiggy was in style.

"Oh, cute!" There is a stampede to the teapot. At least it's easy to see over them?

"Oh, awesome. I've always wanted to be a mad scientist's assistant. There's just something so cool about the whole mileau."

There's a TeenDoc? There's a TeenMetody! Or a Metodi, because this one is female as well. She looks like she aimed for goth and meandered into cloud princess along the way. She's wearing a pale blue tulle skirt and a white lace peasent blouse. There's a massive silver studded belt slung over her hips and a matching collar on her neck. Her hair is dyed silvery shades of blue and purple, and she's wearing an impressive amount of glittering opalescent eyeshadow.

God help TeenDoc. Hopefully he's not from the sixties. She bounds over.

"Hi!"

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

Indeed.

Said teapot is named Bernie and is pretty friendly. He toots a few times, investigating each Metody in turn. If any of them want tea, he's their teapot. HatterDoc grins. "Isn't he though? Made him myself."

Clockwork grins, looking very mad. "I know. The drive to invent, to create -- it's amazing." Mad Science is really in Doc's blood. "I'm sure at least one of my projects will find its way into the Nexus. I actually finished my flux capacitor model today." He's quite proud of that.

No, it's worse -- TeenDoc's actually Victorian. He's one of the Girl Genius universe Sparks. Sorta like Arabella from the Nexus. "Oh, hey," he starts, then stops to stare for a moment. "There," he finally finishes. Congratulations, Metodi, you've managed to surprise him.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

Once it becomes clear that he can dispense tea, they all want some. There is a happy clustering and a profusion of teacups and sugarcubes. They've got no sense of personal space when it comes to each other.

The mad look gets a giggle from OriginalCrispyMetody. He's used to Bella, Doc. You don't get to be scary until you're holding a big gun and ranting about it needing to be bigger and more lightning and boom. "Science - especially when it comes capitalized and has it's own inclusive exclamation point - is just about the greatest thing ever. Er. What does a flux capacitor do?"

It could have been much, much worse. The skirt has enough layers that it isn't transparent and the blouse covers as much as the average camisole. And at least she's not wearing, say, latex pants.

"I'm Metodi. What are you making?"

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

And Bernie is happy to dispense. HatterDoc is in his element here, and loving it. :D

Fair enough. Though with his weather powers, Clockwork could summon up convienent lightning if he wanted. That's gotta count for something. "I know! It's wonderful! Changing the world, reshaping it to our whims. . . ." Then Metody asks that. "Oh, it's for time travel! It's designed to store temporal energy and release it once a certain threshold has been achieved. You mount it inside the appropriate vehicle. . . ." And there he goes, babbling on about temporal physics stuff the narration has NO chance of keeping up with.

This is true. TeenDoc gets over his surprise and smiles. "I'm TeenDoc -- Emmett -- either one. I'm trying to make an automated pool cue for precision aiming." He shows her the conglomeration of gears and levers he's set up. TeenDoc does nothing by halves.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

"Was he hard to make? He's so neat!" This is from one of the swarm of tea seeking Metodoids, directed at Hatter in tones of happy admiration.

Metody grins. "Taking a raw world and making it better suit people's needs. Improving things and making them more efficient. It's kind of poetic. And it really makes me wish I'd gone into a different field, sometimes." Oh, wistfulness. "...oh, wow. How do you avoid temporal paradox?"

"It's very nice to meet you." She smiles and studies the pool cue. "I'm also called Ruth, even though the 'Ru' prefix has been co-opted for the night. How does it work..?"

She doesn't even bothering asking the point. Science! is a point in and of itself.

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

"Not too hard, I have a talent for this sort of thing," HatterDoc says proudly. Bernie toots and hops up and down.

"Exactly," Clockwork agrees. Then he frowns a little at Metody's wistfulness. "Not that there's anything wrong with geology. You do what you like to do. You're working with the rawest materials Mother Nature makes, anyway." Then Metody asks about temporal paradox. "Ahh, that can be tricky. One of the important things to remember is to try and avoid yourself. Seeing yourself older or younger without proper preparation tends to lead to shock." He looks around at the Metodys and Docs. "Less of a danger for us, I suspect, but even so."

"Nice to meet you too," TeenDoc says with a nod. And he's only too happy to explain how it works. "Well, this here lines up the cue with the ball, and this crank rotates the cue. . . ."