"Doc" Emmett Brown (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
clockwork_doc) wrote2008-05-25 02:48 pm
clockwork_doc) wrote2008-05-25 02:48 pm
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[Previously Public, Now Locked to Basement Residents]
I'll be the first to admit I'm not sure what's going on here. Everything has happened so suddenly. I suppose I got lucky in that there was someone around to help me right after the event happened, but still, I'm very much confused. Hopefully, if I write things down in this journal that has mysteriously appeared in my room (left behind by someone? Hotel service?), I can get my thoughts straight. Let's start with the basics:
Name: Dr. Emmett Lathrop Brown, nicknamed "Doc"
Profession: Scientist, Inventor
Age: Unknown
Current Location: The basement of the Conrad Hotel, Chicago, in the year 2008
Reason for Being Here: I apparently stepped through something called the Rift -- a tear in the space-time continuum that reaches across multiple universes, allowing anyone to fall in and enter this universe at any time. I was found in a park by a woman named Revan Onasi and brought here to be accomodated with my fellow refugees.
Fellow refugees. I've seen some people around during my first day here, but I haven't talked to any of them besides Revan, really. They're all strangers to me. I suppose I should go out and attempt social contact -- none of them appear to be anything like the Fae, and back in Arcadia I would have given my left hand for human contact -- but --
None of them are Marty.
Damn it, what happened to that kid? We were making our way through the Hedge -- slowly, granted, but what else can you do -- and out of nowhere a pack of briarwolves fell on us. I managed to procure a thorny stick and escape, but I lost sight of him, and --
[water stains here] Well, I guess that definitely answers the question of if my new weather-based powers work inside or not.
That's another thing. My trip through this Rift has apparently sapped me of most of my Fae-based magical powers. I've been attempting to use the Contracts I learned under Andrew's tutelage, and most of them simply fail to function. The only three I can still use are "Brief Glamour of Repair", "Touch of the Workman's Wrath," and "Blessing of Perfection," and those take a lot more concentration than I'm used to. I've got a bit of a headache now from attempting them. In return, I've got the ability to control the weather. Well, not really control -- it seems to respond more to my emotional state than to any direct commands I give it. I'll have to be careful about getting too upset, especially now that I know that my abilities work inside.
It's odd, but I feel like there's something else too that's changed. . . .
(edit: Thanks for warning about locking these, Revan and -- April, was it? I didn't realize. I've made the necessary correction.)
Name: Dr. Emmett Lathrop Brown, nicknamed "Doc"
Profession: Scientist, Inventor
Age: Unknown
Current Location: The basement of the Conrad Hotel, Chicago, in the year 2008
Reason for Being Here: I apparently stepped through something called the Rift -- a tear in the space-time continuum that reaches across multiple universes, allowing anyone to fall in and enter this universe at any time. I was found in a park by a woman named Revan Onasi and brought here to be accomodated with my fellow refugees.
Fellow refugees. I've seen some people around during my first day here, but I haven't talked to any of them besides Revan, really. They're all strangers to me. I suppose I should go out and attempt social contact -- none of them appear to be anything like the Fae, and back in Arcadia I would have given my left hand for human contact -- but --
None of them are Marty.
Damn it, what happened to that kid? We were making our way through the Hedge -- slowly, granted, but what else can you do -- and out of nowhere a pack of briarwolves fell on us. I managed to procure a thorny stick and escape, but I lost sight of him, and --
[water stains here] Well, I guess that definitely answers the question of if my new weather-based powers work inside or not.
That's another thing. My trip through this Rift has apparently sapped me of most of my Fae-based magical powers. I've been attempting to use the Contracts I learned under Andrew's tutelage, and most of them simply fail to function. The only three I can still use are "Brief Glamour of Repair", "Touch of the Workman's Wrath," and "Blessing of Perfection," and those take a lot more concentration than I'm used to. I've got a bit of a headache now from attempting them. In return, I've got the ability to control the weather. Well, not really control -- it seems to respond more to my emotional state than to any direct commands I give it. I'll have to be careful about getting too upset, especially now that I know that my abilities work inside.
It's odd, but I feel like there's something else too that's changed. . . .
(edit: Thanks for warning about locking these, Revan and -- April, was it? I didn't realize. I've made the necessary correction.)
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Sorry I forgot to mention this when I found you. Slipped my mind. ^_^;;;
- Revan
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I suppose I "lock" entries by simply specifying who can read them in the text? Such as, "all residents of the Conrad basement?"
And it's perfectly all right, I wasn't in much of a state to ask many questions. Though now that I'm here, how did I get this journal? I just find it a bit peculiar that it's the exact same type as the ones I used back home to record my experi
Oh my God.
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I have no clue. It just randomly appears in the possession of anyone new.
...What's wrong?
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And it's not what's wrong, it's what's RIGHT! I had rather severe amnesia before coming through the Rift, and now it's GONE! I can actually remember who I am! Great Scott, I thought it would take me years to get it all back, if I got it back at all. . . .