Clockwork, Steam, and Flux Capacitors

Finding a new house had proved to be -- somewhat more difficult than first expected. First off, there were discussions on where in the city they should move. The suburbs? In the city proper? In the end, they finally decided to stay at least somewhat near downtown -- even if one of their group could turn into a car, and another fly, there was no point in making supply runs longer than they needed to be.

And then there were discussions on the sort of house they were going to get. Marty, Doc, and Dee were all in favor of some place with a garage. Marty and Victor wanted a music room (Victor in particular wanted to find some place with a piano already on the premises). Dee wanted a room of her own that she could decorate however she wanted (Marty joked about her hanging hubcaps on the wall). Doc wanted a large kitchen where he could recreate his old breakfast maker. Alice weighed in with the suggestion that there should be a spare bedroom for guests and not for music or tinkering (Victor seconded it, as they knew he would). And everyone agreed that there should be at least three bathrooms.

And then, there was trying to find a house that met all of these specifications. At first, they were fairly optimistic that one would be found. Chicago was a big city, after all -- there had to be the perfect house for them somewhere in there. Right?

After week two, Doc was starting to think they had it pretty good where they were and what the hell was he thinking trying to leave.

Eventually, though, the perfect place was located. Six bedrooms, four and a half bathrooms, a garage, a big kitchen, and a spare room that seemed perfect for making music. Everyone agreed that it was damn near perfect. (They also agreed that it was good thing they didn't have to pay for it.) Their things were moved in with relative ease, and all was well. Except for one detail.

The place didn't have a piano.

Fortunately, "borrowing" a truck to transport the one from their old apartments was quite easy. (Getting it into and out of the truck, not so much, but still. . . .)

After meeting up with Clark in the Nexus, Doc's been getting things ready for him to come over and help him and Marty with the repairs on Dee's car form. He's been putting this off for far too long, thanks to some anxieties about what exactly Dee feels, and whether it's even right for him to do anything to her. Dee's assured him about fifty million times that she feels no pain, though, and she really wants to be fixed. And having Marty around now makes things rather easier than before. End result -- he's finally ready to get Dee back to full functioning condition -- or, at least, as close as they can get.

Finally, three days after Clark appeared, everything's set up. Tools and parts are in orderly piles in the parking lot, as are Dee, Marty, and Doc. "We all set, Doc?" Marty asks, looking around.

"I believe we are," Doc says, going over his mental checklist. "Dee? Anything missing that you can see?"

"Nope!" Dee bounces happily on her heels. This is gonna be fun! "Go ahead and call, Dad!"

"Okay!" Doc goes ahead and sends a text message to Clark's PINpoint: Clark -- it's me, Doc. We're all ready to get to work if you are. Let me know if you're in a position to come over.

(After Dee's accidental trip to the Nexus and Doc's subsequent discovery of her, the two head back to the mini-Rift pocket and the Gauche. Doc gets Victor outside, introduces Dee as a new resident, and has Marty and Alice quickly PINpoint in. The following results:)

Dee: "Marty!"

Marty: "Whoa! Uh, hi kid."

Dee: "Hi." *all smiles* "Sorry, miss, I don't know your name."

Alice: "It's Alice. Nice to meet you." *curtsy*

Dee: "Nice to meet you too!"

Marty: "Er, Doc? Who is this?"

Victor: "Yes, you didn't properly explain before. Just that -- we have a new resident here?"

Doc: "Well, Marty, Victor, Alice -- this is Dee. She's -- well, she's my daughter-slash-time machine."
( Naturally, this requires a demonstration. . . )

(So yes, welcome to the family, Dee.)

Crossposted to dee_lorean81

*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. . . .)