Clockwork, Steam, and Flux Capacitors

*beep* "Damn."

*beep* "Damn!"

*beep* "DAMN DAMN!"

Doc glares at his PINpoint, staring at the error message on the screen. "Why are you giving me an error about returning to Chicago?" he demands of it. "I've gone there after LOLs plenty of times! I even gave this one some time to wear off! What's going on here?!"

The PINpoint, naturally, doesn't answer. Doc stares at it angrily for a moment. Then, slowly, his expression turns to -- almost fright. "Great Scott, am I stuck here?"

He'd thought being trapped in an alternate Chicago was bad. Being stuck in the multiversal Nexus, however. . .that's a whole different kettle of fish.

(OOC: In essence, this is just a write-up of why Doc and Victor are now just Nexusites, as I've left their original game. I've been meaning to do this for a while, so. . . .)

Today, apparently, is the day that fire shall fall from the sky.

I've tested my weather control powers in my bathtub. The initial test results indicate that I can still produce normal rain (no blood or fireballs that I can see).

So, I'll be setting out shortly to see if I can help stop any major damage to the city. I'll have my journal on me -- if anyone thinks they need my help, you can just write me here.

I don't

How the hell



I really thought I was past this city surprising me. After roughly a year and five months, I really thought. . . .

The mayor was the Devil, three kids stopped him and died for their trouble, and now every water source in the city is now blood which is bringing back some really awful memories of certain operating tables.

I don't know what's next. I don't WANT to know what's next.

Nobody come near my room, I'm having a VERY hard time controlling my emotions. Which means the weather nearby is -- not good, let's say.

Damn, damn DAMN

I assume most of you saw the news report of what happened recently. As thinking about it just enrages me further, I'll just say this:

Some days, I really hate this city.

I've been examining those pieces you got at that store -- you really did find some interesting objects! I'd really like to get a look at the place in person. What's the best time available for you? My schedule is wide open.

Today, sometime this evening, I will have been in Chicago for one full year.

One year. Can you believe it? When I first arrived, I wasn't thinking ahead like this. I never considered the idea that I could be here for a year. And longer. (Granted, when I first arrived, I had a number of other things on my mind.)

I'm not sure how I feel about it. Especially since two of my friends are either dead or missing yet again

All right, those bastards killed someone else today. I want to know where all of you are. I have to know you're in a safe place. Or what passes for safe around this goddamn city.

I'm not I can't

Please get back to me as soon as possible.

All right, JD appears to be unharmed, but how about the rest of you? I suppose you all know better than to go near that coffee shop by now, but. . . .

Damn it, and I was getting used to the quiet too

If you see anything you think my particular talents could help with, let me know.

Since we're revising them now. . .

“Roads? Where we’re going, we don’t need – roads.”: Doc’s recently discovered something very interesting about his weather powers – namely, that his wind control allows him to fly. He’s come up with a homemade glider design, gotten it built (with a little help from E Mode), and now he’s ready to test it. He doesn’t know it’ll be in a very dramatic way. . . . (curtainfalling, Revan Onasi)

“Dr. E. Brown Enterprises – 24 Hour Scientific Services”: Doc’s an inventor at heart – he adores building things to make the world better. And although his main love is his always-ongoing time machine project, he’s certainly not adverse to taking on new ones. If somebody needs something fixed, Doc would be happy to lend a hand. The Rift did leave him with a few of his old powers for manipulating machines, after all. (Openings for anyone who has a device they think Doc could fix, permanently open)

“The other great mystery of the universe – women.”: Doc’s never been good with women and relationships. He’s only had two girlfriends in his life, and both were in the relationship for reasons other than love. He’s pretty much dedicated his life to the pursuit of science and invention with little time for romance. But if the right girl came along, one who loved Jules Verne and science as much as him. . . . (Open to one female)
Subplot: Not only has Doc never had a successful relationship, he’s missed out on another rite of passage. Yes, poor Doc is a 66-year-old virgin. Although he doesn’t think about it often, he would like to change that at some point. (Open to one female, does not have to be the same as above – threading out sex not necessary)

[Locked to Aubrey, Farley, Revan, Gladys, JD]
I'm assuming you've all heard about the big event coming up. Aubrey appears to be coming -- can I expect to see any of the rest of you there? Been a while since I talked to any of you in person, I think.

I'll be bringing plans for my latest inventions. And candy canes. Because I wanted something to pass out for Christmas.

Hope you're all well!
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[Locked to E Mode]
Think I've licked the problem with the Imperviall at last. You were right, it was an issue with the silicon content. I'll bring over another sample soon. I want to talk about my glider idea some more too.

Also, you've probably noticed my fashion sense isn't exactly conducive to finding appropriate formal outfits. If you could give me any advice, it would be appreciated.

(OOC: Otherwise known as, is it possible to get this guy into the end-of-Part-III outfit?)
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