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clockwork_doc) wrote2008-11-12 10:31 pm
clockwork_doc) wrote2008-11-12 10:31 pm
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JustPrompts: Wish You Were Here (9/12 -- 9/26)
Wish you were here.
Dear Marty,
How are you? Did you find your family again? I hope you did. I know how much you missed them. Have you gone back to school? Reformed your old rock band? (I still can’t understand why you called yourselves “The Pinheads.”) I hope you have. You’ve got talent, Marty, and I wouldn’t be at all surprised if you made it to real rock stardom. If Arcadia didn’t ruin your dreams. . . .
I’m doing all right. Still working on my time machine blueprints. Finding parts is an exercise in frustration here, even with my ready access to a junkyard. I’m hoping I can start on a model of the flux capacitor soon, though. I have to do something, or I’ll go out of my mind.
My friends seem to be doing well for themselves. Gladys keeps trying to fix everyone with her baking. I don’t know how well she’s succeeding, but she’s certainly giving it the good old college try. I can’t say I mind, given that she’s an excellent cook.
I haven’t seen JD much lately, but he appears to be coping. I’m a bit worried about all the drinking he’s doing lately. He puts away the appletinis like there’s no tomorrow. I hope he can find something to give his life a little more purpose. Poor kid. He’s pretty sensitive.
Aubrey’s – all right. Xe seems to be okay at the moment, but I know that there’s always the chance something might push xem into panic mode. And I’m still worried that something might be xes boss. I swear, if Tesla does something to xem again to drive xem into near-catatonic panic, I might just throw him through a wall. Or let Farley at him. Farley was utterly enraged when I told him about that whole incident. Not that I blame him, it just – surprised me a little, coming from him. Then again, he had to deal with Shiwan Khan and my stories about Andrew, so perhaps it’s not so strange for him to get that upset. I just hope he doesn’t reassemble that tommy gun without good reason.
Farley seems to be all right otherwise, though he was temporarily Rifted to Los Angeles. Came back without incident and with a very interesting shirt. “Fools! I’ll Destroy You All! Ask Me How!” I bet you could just imagine me wearing that, can’t you?
Revan’s back, thankfully – apparently there was a minor Rift event that timeshifted her. I wouldn’t tell anyone this publicly, but it made me curious if I could use Rift energy in my time machine. I’d have to be careful, though – I’m trying just to make a time machine, not a dimensional machine. I don’t want to get stuck in yet another world. Here in Chicago is about all my senses can take.
My PINpoint continues to malfunction. I can get to the Nexus fine with it. But whenever I come back, it’s like I’m reset to the exact condition I was when I left Chicago. Not that I can complain, it’s a convenient way to avoid injury and LOLs, but occasionally there’s something I’d like to take. At least it doesn’t affect my memory. Haven’t seen Metody or Daimon for a bit, but I’m sure I will eventually. They’re good conversationalists, and I’d like to meet up with them again.
I also still can’t set the coordinates to my home universe.
I miss you. I really, really hope the Fae didn’t catch you when I vanished. I’d hate to think – you had better have made it home, Marty. One of us ought to have. Just be safe. One day, I’ll come home.
Wish you were here,
Doc
Dear Marty,
How are you? Did you find your family again? I hope you did. I know how much you missed them. Have you gone back to school? Reformed your old rock band? (I still can’t understand why you called yourselves “The Pinheads.”) I hope you have. You’ve got talent, Marty, and I wouldn’t be at all surprised if you made it to real rock stardom. If Arcadia didn’t ruin your dreams. . . .
I’m doing all right. Still working on my time machine blueprints. Finding parts is an exercise in frustration here, even with my ready access to a junkyard. I’m hoping I can start on a model of the flux capacitor soon, though. I have to do something, or I’ll go out of my mind.
My friends seem to be doing well for themselves. Gladys keeps trying to fix everyone with her baking. I don’t know how well she’s succeeding, but she’s certainly giving it the good old college try. I can’t say I mind, given that she’s an excellent cook.
I haven’t seen JD much lately, but he appears to be coping. I’m a bit worried about all the drinking he’s doing lately. He puts away the appletinis like there’s no tomorrow. I hope he can find something to give his life a little more purpose. Poor kid. He’s pretty sensitive.
Aubrey’s – all right. Xe seems to be okay at the moment, but I know that there’s always the chance something might push xem into panic mode. And I’m still worried that something might be xes boss. I swear, if Tesla does something to xem again to drive xem into near-catatonic panic, I might just throw him through a wall. Or let Farley at him. Farley was utterly enraged when I told him about that whole incident. Not that I blame him, it just – surprised me a little, coming from him. Then again, he had to deal with Shiwan Khan and my stories about Andrew, so perhaps it’s not so strange for him to get that upset. I just hope he doesn’t reassemble that tommy gun without good reason.
Farley seems to be all right otherwise, though he was temporarily Rifted to Los Angeles. Came back without incident and with a very interesting shirt. “Fools! I’ll Destroy You All! Ask Me How!” I bet you could just imagine me wearing that, can’t you?
Revan’s back, thankfully – apparently there was a minor Rift event that timeshifted her. I wouldn’t tell anyone this publicly, but it made me curious if I could use Rift energy in my time machine. I’d have to be careful, though – I’m trying just to make a time machine, not a dimensional machine. I don’t want to get stuck in yet another world. Here in Chicago is about all my senses can take.
My PINpoint continues to malfunction. I can get to the Nexus fine with it. But whenever I come back, it’s like I’m reset to the exact condition I was when I left Chicago. Not that I can complain, it’s a convenient way to avoid injury and LOLs, but occasionally there’s something I’d like to take. At least it doesn’t affect my memory. Haven’t seen Metody or Daimon for a bit, but I’m sure I will eventually. They’re good conversationalists, and I’d like to meet up with them again.
I also still can’t set the coordinates to my home universe.
I miss you. I really, really hope the Fae didn’t catch you when I vanished. I’d hate to think – you had better have made it home, Marty. One of us ought to have. Just be safe. One day, I’ll come home.
Wish you were here,
Doc