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[deloreandriver]

Characters: Marty, Open
Setting: Library
Format: either I'm good
Summary: Marty has a lot of thoughts on his mind
Warnings: n/a

This is Marty.

This is Marty with arms folded and head bowed.

He appears to be thinking very hard.

He's sitting on a chair next to a table with a book on time theory in front of him.

He is also mumbling to himself.

There is a piece of white paper with math scribbles and dates on it.

Bother, pester, ignore?

Comments

[geometry]

[Sorry, attracted by the math.]

[Equius stops, looking over Marty's shoulder -- from the scribbles to the posture to the book on temporal theory. Oh boy.]

...Having trouble with something?

[deloreandriver]

I'm trying to figure out if I'm 18 or still 17.

[Marty looks up.]

It was October when I left home.

[Although not really. He's discounting the fact last thing he remembered was being in 1885. But it was October when he left 1985.]

And now it's October again. I got here in May. My birthday was in June, but it hasn't been a year yet for me... My head's kinda hurting.

[geometry]

Hm.

[Equius pulls up a chair and sits down next to Marty, looking over his work. He sits there for a moment, thinking.]

Well, a wriggling day -- oh, birthday, sorry -- only serves to measure how long it's been since the day you were born, seventeen or eighteen or whatever sweeps or years ago.

[Looks like Marty went to the trouble of writing down the names of all the human months. How convenient!]

It's all physical. Your body won't grow at a different rate just to keep in sync with your birthday according to whatever temporal anomaly you've fallen through.

[Equius digs out a pencil and a small notepad from his pocket. As he flips through the pages, Marty will notice that they're all filled with mathematical problems of some kind, though he moves them too fast to identify which ones. Eventually, he reaches a blank one.]

Your wriggling day was in June, and you left in October. June to July, July to August, August to September, September to October; that's four months. [He scribbles down a symbol that doesn't look like anything Marty will have seen on Earth; really, though, it just means 'four' in Alternian written language.] Now, because you've arrived in... May, your body has to start counting again from there.

Do you follow so far?

[deloreandriver]

Yeah. I think I get it. It might've been late April, but doesn't really matter. It was close enough to May. So I've been here about six months...

[He's totally staring at that math, slightly fascinated. Was that a different mathematical system?]

So in two months it'll be another year for me. It's sort of weird thinking about it being in December.

[geometry]

That's right.

[Hey, it's written differently, but the math is all the same. At least he's using the Earth calendar and not solar sweeps or something.]

Of course, I suppose you could still celebrate it in October, but you wouldn't really be the proper age until two months after.

[andajarofdirt]

[Have a Jack noisily peering over Marty's shoulder.]

Whatcha doin' mate?

[deloreandriver]

[Whoa. Way to spook the kid. Wait... was this guy an old time sailor?]

Uh... I was doing some math to figure out something.

[andajarofdirt]

[Jack arches an eyebrow, sashaying a little around to see more clearly what Marty's working on.]

And what'd that be, lad?

[deloreandriver]

[He picks up his pencil and starts poking about at some of the maths on the paper.]

I left my world in October, but I showed up here in May. Now it's October again so I'm turning eighteen in December, but my birthday's in June.

So I'm kinda figuring out a Tower Time system.

[Pause]

I was kinda looking forward to turning eighteen. But being in this place...

[doc_brown]

[ Hum, who's this familiar face in the library? Oh, this is Marty indeed! perfect, right who Doc meant to see.

> Bother
> Pester
> Ignore
>Bother and Pester

So have Doc approaching you. ]

Marty! I have been looking for you all day!

[ But then doc notices how busy and preoccupied Marty looks. ]

What are you doing?

[deloreandriver]

Hey Doc. [Marty shifted in his seat to get a better look at his friend.]

It was October when we left home, and now it's October again. It's kinda messing me up, so I thought maybe figuring things out in Tower Time would help.

[doc_brown]

Tower time?

[ Perfect, Marty finally takes a serious interest in time travel business!! ]

It's simple enough, do you need help?

[deloreandriver]

Nah, I got it, Doc. Just studying up on stuff... I figured if I tried I might be able to help you with that new machine.

[Aww he's trying to be useful.]

[cutestprogrammer]

[Ah, there's someone he hasn't seen in a while. He goes over to greet him.]

Marty-san!

[deloreandriver]

Hey Chihiro. [He grins at the kid.] Long time to see, huh? What've you been up to?

[cutestprogrammer]

I've been helping Doc with his time machine and with writing a video game!

What about you? I haven't seen you in a while. Doc was looking for you too.

[deloreandriver]

I was here and there for a while...

[Marty didn't want to talk about his trip back home. Really, really didn't.]

Writing a video game, huh? Sounds pretty awesome.

[servessithis]

[He silently hovers over the young man's shoulder, looking the paper over.]

Well, now, what have we here?

[deloreandriver]

[Slightly startled, Marty looked up.]

Just some math. Hi. Name's Marty.

[servessithis]

Vicente Valtieri, at your service.

[deloreandriver]

Is that Italian?

[keybearer]

[...Time theory? And formulas, too. Well, that's interesting enough to draw Riku over.]

Looks like you've got your hands full.

[deloreandriver]

Sort of. Math isn't really my strong suit, I'm more a song and dance guy.

[keybearer]

Can't blame you for that. Takes a lot of work, memorizing all the formulas, for one.

[Heh.]

So what are you trying to calculate, anyway?

[deloreandriver]

Just simple stuff. Converting timezones or something like that.