Clockwork, Steam, and Flux Capacitors

Hey everyone! I've managed to procure some work apart from my part-time job at the junkyard. The proprietor of Mode Couture agreed to let me try and replicate some rather interesting fabrics from her home world here. Fairly complicated stuff, but I'm looking forward to giving it the good old college try. If any of you want to give me a hand, I'd be happy to have you.

I'm still working on my time machine, of course. Now that I have the flux capacitor done, I'm working on the basic casing for the time display panel. The real problem here is going to be getting the necessary circuitry. Hmm.

I've also managed to get my powers more under my control; i.e., create weather phenomena that does NOT automatically appear right over my head. The weather around me still responds to my emotions, but at least now I can move it away from me and dissipate it quicker. I'm planning on practicing more tomorrow when I get a chance. Wind control, mostly.

How are you all doing?

[Locked to Basement Residents plus Revan, Locked from Romana and Her Affliates]
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What

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

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.)