Clockwork, Steam, and Flux Capacitors

[Locked to Basement Residents plus Revan, Locked from Romana and Her Affliates]
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WHAT IN THE NAME OF SIR ISAAC H. NEWTON HAPPENED HERE?!

I know what happened in a factual sense. Romana attacked the Doctor, this Torchwood group has left, now we're all being herded upstairs to avoid the further wrath of the First Angel, but -- how did it even get to this point?!

I suppose it'll be good for my health to get out of this room, I suspect mildew's taking over the carpet, but --

I was just starting to feel at home here. I was getting used to this place. I was
I was happy.

Revan, why did you have to leave, I wanted to talk to you
This had to happen right after I remembered DYING
I don't want to die again

I suppose I'll use this post as a warning -- if you see any odd meterological phenomena, that's me. The weather around my person tends to react to my moods, and I'm scared worried nervous. I don't know the radius to which my power extends, so if there's any indoor thunderstorms or the like, just assume it's me.

[Locked solely to Revan, Gladys, Aubrey] Don't leave Stay safe. All of you. If anything happens and you need my assistance, don't hesitate to call me. I've already lost one of my closest friends -- I'm NOT losing anyone else.
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[water stains here]damn it, Marty, I need you

Hello all --

We have a new Wanderer. He just came in. Name is Farley Claymore. I don't know how many of you have heard of The Shadow, but he's from a universe where that was real -- came from New York in 1927. I did my best to bring him up to speed on his current situation, but I think someone more knowledgable than me should have a look at him too. He should be in the Common Room.

Also, it might be advisable to bring him some aspirin if you can get some. Apparently the emergence of his Rift powers gave him a terrible headache. And I didn't dare go into the Medical Room, given it's current state. Does Romana really need Thinking about it, she probably does. Never mind.

Also, to whoever left the little box with the heart coin in front of my doorway --

Thank you.

Had a wonderfully productive day. I met a -- kid, I suppose, that's fairly gender-neutral -- called Aubrey down in the Rift Room. Xe was working on a system for alerting us basement residents whenever something comes through the major Rift in there. Though I don't know much about computers, I did my best to give xem a hand with what technological skill I have (and a quick "Blessing of Perfection.") Heh, you should have seen us once we got the device working properly. I think we would have scared off any visitors with our enthusiasm. Xe also gave me a quick primer about computers and programs over some omelettes -- thank you for that, Aubrey.

Great Scott, I've -- I've missed this. Being able to work on the projects I want to work on, being able to talk to people about them, being able to share things with someone. . . . I didn't have much of that back home, or any of it in Arcadia. . .until --

Oh, don't get me wrong, working was Aubrey was great -- I love being able to work on new projects and learn more about this whole computer business. (Damn you, Andrew, for taking me away from that!) But I can't deny that talking with xem brought up some somewhat-painful memories. (I think I did the same with xem a bit, sorry.) Not to mention that some of xes physical characteristics. . . .

I want need miss Marty. I want to introduce him to everyone here (I think you'd like him, Aubrey -- he's not a technical wizard, but he likes to help -- and you should hear his music!), want to make sure he's okay, want to --

want to hold him again. . . .

Well, I've had a couple of rather scintillating conversations lately, and now I'm full of ideas and questions. I'll try my best to get them out in an orderly format:

1. I'm working on some designs for a time travel device called the "flux capacitor" -- does anyone know where I can find a hardware store around here?

2. I'm looking on some information on translator technology for trips into the past/future, once I complete my time machine. Revan, you seem to be the most likely to know something about that in my (admittedly limited) experience. Has anyone checked to see if the Rift can change languages or bestow translator capabilities? It was an idea I and a woman named Gladys were discussing earlier.

3. I'm curious to meet a fellow called "the Doctor" -- I encountered a fascinating entity called TARDIS in the Rift Room. She (felt like a she, anyway -- I don't think it really has a fixed sex like we do) mentioned wanting to see someone named that. Actually, I'm willing to talk to anyone who knows anything about TARDIS and the Time Vortex she mentioned. I think it would really help me with my own time travel research. (I must say, she's rather sweet -- I enjoyed sharing concepts with her.)

This system of linking journals is actually very useful. I almost wish we had something like it back home.
Hope everyone had a good day!

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.)