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towerofanimus2014-04-16 06:04 pm
deloreandriver) wrote in towerofanimus2014-04-16 06:04 pm
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Characters: Marty
Setting: See prompts!
Format: Starting in prose, feel free to switch
Summary: Marty's been out of the Tower for a LONG time...
Warnings: Marty has a few shocks in store so he might curse a bit.
Dorm Room 2-10, Backdated to April 10th
The first thing Marty did after calming himself down from the sleep paralysis (and dear god, he'd forgotten how terrifying that is) was to head immediately to his trunk and sort through what was left.
He had just spent the last year and a half in a dead world. Now that he's back in the Tower... he had things to do. He kinda figured he would wind up back here sooner or later. That's what he did with his time; preparing. Reading every single book he could get his hands on, testing himself, trying to remember all the things Doc had ever taught him.
Marty wasn't ready for this, but he had to trust in himself. First, he had to find out if the Doc was still around, and next... find out what's been happening.
He pulled on his jeans and the familiar striped shirt, then his jacket, and went out the door, pausing only long enough to look at the name plate. Riku, Kariya, and Prussia. Marty shook his head and went down the hall, looking at every name plate by every door.
There were so many he didn't recognize now, but a few he did... but no Doc. When he went downstairs, he started looking at the nameplates, but stopped in shock. Blank. And it was the same on the fourth. Going back up, he stopped on the second and frowned down the hallway, then went up to the first dorm floor.
Only two floors now... what had happened?
"Doc... where are you?"
Lab, April 10th
Marty skipped the oatmeal for now. He wasn't hungry. He was upset and disturbed Doc's name wasn't anywhere on the nameplates... but he can't really say he was surprised. Instead, he went down to the lab to see if any of Doc's things were there, and while he was relieved to see someone had still been using it all this time, he couldn't see any sign of Doc Brown or his distinctive notes. They had used the lab, right? That wasn't just Marty making things up?
Maybe the workshop? Maybe Doc had left something behind.
Workshop, April 10th
Marty poked about in the things in the workshop, looking for hidden caches of stuff they put away for experiments. He found some half-finished projects he had been working on, strangely untouched. They were parts of what Doc taught him, things he made to put the stuff in his head into use.
They looked kinda bad compared to the stuff he did in Doc's lab on Earth recently... but not too bad. Picking up a piece of metal that he remembered starting to turn into a sword, he held it in his hands for a while.
Setting: See prompts!
Format: Starting in prose, feel free to switch
Summary: Marty's been out of the Tower for a LONG time...
Warnings: Marty has a few shocks in store so he might curse a bit.
Dorm Room 2-10, Backdated to April 10th
The first thing Marty did after calming himself down from the sleep paralysis (and dear god, he'd forgotten how terrifying that is) was to head immediately to his trunk and sort through what was left.
He had just spent the last year and a half in a dead world. Now that he's back in the Tower... he had things to do. He kinda figured he would wind up back here sooner or later. That's what he did with his time; preparing. Reading every single book he could get his hands on, testing himself, trying to remember all the things Doc had ever taught him.
Marty wasn't ready for this, but he had to trust in himself. First, he had to find out if the Doc was still around, and next... find out what's been happening.
He pulled on his jeans and the familiar striped shirt, then his jacket, and went out the door, pausing only long enough to look at the name plate. Riku, Kariya, and Prussia. Marty shook his head and went down the hall, looking at every name plate by every door.
There were so many he didn't recognize now, but a few he did... but no Doc. When he went downstairs, he started looking at the nameplates, but stopped in shock. Blank. And it was the same on the fourth. Going back up, he stopped on the second and frowned down the hallway, then went up to the first dorm floor.
Only two floors now... what had happened?
"Doc... where are you?"
Lab, April 10th
Marty skipped the oatmeal for now. He wasn't hungry. He was upset and disturbed Doc's name wasn't anywhere on the nameplates... but he can't really say he was surprised. Instead, he went down to the lab to see if any of Doc's things were there, and while he was relieved to see someone had still been using it all this time, he couldn't see any sign of Doc Brown or his distinctive notes. They had used the lab, right? That wasn't just Marty making things up?
Maybe the workshop? Maybe Doc had left something behind.
Workshop, April 10th
Marty poked about in the things in the workshop, looking for hidden caches of stuff they put away for experiments. He found some half-finished projects he had been working on, strangely untouched. They were parts of what Doc taught him, things he made to put the stuff in his head into use.
They looked kinda bad compared to the stuff he did in Doc's lab on Earth recently... but not too bad. Picking up a piece of metal that he remembered starting to turn into a sword, he held it in his hands for a while.
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[Diarmuid pauses a moment in thought and then continues.]
Do you want me to show you where the notes are so you can look at them when you feel up to it? It's something simple we can do that shouldn't push you too hard.
[What's in the notes is a different story, but just showing Marty where they are, shouldn't be too much. Besides, he will need learn about the hidden floor sooner or later.]
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[If anything, seeing Doc's handwriting might help a bit. Marty pushes off from the wall, already seeming better.]
Hey, how many floors are there now?
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[Diarmuid starts leading the way back to the stairs as he answers Marty's next question in a suddenly softer voice.]
There are 101 floors now, plus...a bonus floor so to speak. It is to that floor we are heading.
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I'll explain on the way. There are sadly too many eyes and ears in this place that are unfriendly...
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