Clockwork, Steam, and Flux Capacitors

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.

Doc steps back and looks at his work for the day. The flux dispersal coils are in place, and the wormhole-creation system is almost completely rigged up. Not a bad day's work, in his opinion.

He smiles and runs his fingers over the line of the hood. He doesn't care what the previous owner said -- to him, this is an absolutely beautiful car. Even better now that he's gotten that paint off it. DeLoreans should always be gleaming stainless steel -- it's part of what sets them apart.

Of course, his is going to be set apart more than most. What with the various wires and lights strung all over the frame, and the large cooling vents set on the back, and the lightning rod sticking up past the back window. (He's decided against plutonium or a Mr. Fusion -- why bother when you can summon up 1.21 gigawatts anytime you please?) It's enough to make anyone do a double take when it passes them on the road.

Doc doesn't care, though. He's just fantastically happy. This was -- is -- his life's work, and he's finally getting the chance to complete it. Finally getting to invent what he wants to invent. Grinning to himself, he gives the car a pat and turns to get some food into himself. Behind him, the DeLorean sits quietly. She's not quite timeworthy yet, not by a long shot.

But she will be.

(OOC: To those wondering where the hell he finally got his hands on a DeLorean, see here :D)

Ten Thank You Notes

( Thank You All )

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

(The following is both written in Doc's Rift Journal and sent to his Nexus friends via the message option in his PINpoint. The Rift people who respond can't see any Nexus responses and vice-versa -- I'm only doing it this way because it seems redundant to make two identical entries.)

Well -- it's my birthday today. I'm turning 66. To the best of my knowledge, at any rate. (Damn Fae time, not working in the normal linear fashion. . . .)

As a nice little birthday gift to myself, I've managed to finish my flux capacitor model! I bought a camera from the hotel gift shop so I could take some pictures.



It even lights up! Doesn't do much beyond that, of course, not without the proper wiring, but it's still progress. (My apologies about the quality of this next picture -- it's surprisingly hard to get a photo of something flashing.)



Anyway, maybe I'll see some of you around. I plan on getting cake at some point. What's a birthday without cake even if you're stranded?

(OOC: Pictures are thumbnails, because they're FRICKING HUGE. I gotta figure out more about the size options on my camera.)

Which is more true for you: Blood is thicker than water or My friends are the family I choose?

The latter. Without a doubt. That’s not to say that I didn’t love my family. My mother and my sister were important parts of my life. (My father – well, he was too, but not in the same way.) I loved them deeply. But now. . .my parents are dead, and my sister’s gone off to live her own life. (And given the time frame – no, I’m not thinking about that.) And I’ve – I’ve been stuck in worlds that aren’t my own for a good portion of my adult life. I didn’t even really remember my family until I came through the Rift. So, in all honesty, Marty in Arcadia, Farley, Aubrey, JD, Gladys, and Revan in the Rift, and perhaps Daimon and Metody in the Nexus – they’re the closest thing I have to family.

And I’d protect them with my life because of it.