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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[museicalmarty.livejournal.com]

The door opens again, and in wanders someone new, looking rather lost. He glances around the place, stunned by the activity surrounding him. "Holy shit," he mutters softly.

If anyone happened to notice, the new kid is actually yet another Marty. Not one of the regular Martys, though. This one is a smidge taller than the others, and -- well, he looks like some sort of ideal Marty McFly. Silky soft hair, clear blue eyes, perfect complexion and teeth. . . In fact, you could say he's the FAIREST of all Martys.

He raises his voice a little to be heard. "Excuse me! I -- I think I'm lost. Someone named Victoria told me to come this way. . . ."

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

Clockwork hears the comment and turns to help the newcomer -- another Marty? He thought they were all accounted for. "Hi, I'm the--"

He freezes. Standing there -- it can't be -- but --

Steam hisses from his body as he gawks, stunned. "Marty?" he whispers. Is it -- could it really be his Marty?

[museicalmarty.livejournal.com]

For a moment, Marty can only stare as well. No way. No way, he disappeared, I -- gotta be someone else--

Then the steam hisses from underneath the coat, and he knows it has to be. There's no one else who does that. Nobody Marty knows, anyway. "Doc?" he whispers back.

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

There is silence in the Inkwell for a moment. Even the other Docs and Martys are still, watching the scene in amazement.

Then Clockwork runs toward his friend and wraps him in the tightest hug he's ever given anyone. "MARTY!"

He's alive. He's alive and he's okay. His Marty's okay. Clockwork starts to cry a little from relief and joy. Fortunately, such tears don't trigger any rain. In fact, inside and all around the Inkwell?

The weather is now absolutely perfect.

[museicalmarty.livejournal.com]

Marty squeezes back just as tight, crying a little himself. "Doc! Jesus, I -- I thought you might be dead or something! Damn, I missed you so much. . . ."

HatterDoc is already preparing a celebratory tea while the rest of the Docs applaud. "Now this is a birthday present," RolePlayDoc comments.

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

"Same here," Clockwork says, finally getting a hold on his emotions. "I was so worried about you." He pulls back, looking Marty over. "Did you make it through the Hedge all right? Did you make it home?"

[museicalmarty.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Marty nods, smiling. "Made it back to Hill Valley." The smile falters a little as he remembers what he found on his return. "But -- it's complicated, Doc. Gonna take a while to explain it all." He pauses, looks around at the group. "And, uh, I think your story's gonna take a while too."

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

Clockwork gives him another squeeze. "We have all the time in the world, here. Come on and have some cake -- it's technically my birthday today." And right now, it's his best birthday ever.