84) Author's choice: escapesecundus_castJune 17 2012, 20:26:22 UTC
Time: Pre-Secundus Notes: Just a little drabble on the crazy incident that sent Marty and Doc fleeing to Secundus in the first place. I originally had this for "staycation," but I thought up a better drabble for my interpretation of the prompt.
“What happened?” “I don’t know! It wasn’t - we didn’t mean for anything to catch on fire!” Marty ran his hands through his hair. “And we definitely didn’t mean to piss off the mayor!” “Yeah, he’s about ready to call for blood, little brother,” Dave commented. “If I were you, I’d get out of the country.” “Actually, that’s a good idea,” George said. “How about you and Doc leave for your trip to Secundus a little early, Marty?” “You actually want me to go to the Mad Science Capital of the World now?” “They’re better prepared for this sort of mayhem.”
51) staycationsecundus_castJune 17 2012, 20:30:00 UTC
Time: Post-"Secundus 2" Notes: The sequel to the above "84) Author's Choice: escape," I came up with this after realizing it fit my interpretation of the prompt -- "it was supposed to be a vacation, they ended up staying" -- better than the drabble that became "escape" did.
“Remember when we first thought about coming here, Doc?” Doc looked up from his newspaper. “Yes, I do,” he said with a smile. “It was supposed to be just a few months’ vacation.” “Yeah,” Marty nodded. “Kick around the city for a while, see the sights, learn some science, come back home. Never thought I’d end up moving here for good.” “Me either,” Doc agreed. He frowned a little. “Do you ever regret it? Leaving Hill Valley?” “Doc, you’re asking if I regret coming to stay with some of the best friends I’ve ever had.” Doc grinned again. “Good point.”
Time: Anytime in "Secundus" Notes: Rather than do something else relating to Victor's distaste for fish due to overexposure, I decided to do something about the cannery instead. Specifically, how William's a bit more focused on it than his kid.
“So - what’s it like, having a father who runs the most successful fish cannery around?” “All right, I suppose,” Victor replied. “We c-certainly never lacked for money, if that’s what you’re asking. Could always afford the best.” “Bet you could. But what sort of dad was he? He drag you with him to work?” “Sometimes. But - w-well, he was always sort of distant. More involved with the cannery than me and Mother. I - I get the feeling he never really understood me.” Marty shook his head. “The more I hear about your family, Victor, the more I’m grateful for mine.”
Time: Post-"Secundus 2," kids' teenage years Notes: A drabble on good old Touched Lorina -- and yes, it pretty much is just one big "Little Shop of Horrors" joke. I've only seen part of that film on TV, but naming Lorina's pet Venus flytrap Audrey just had to be done.
“Here you are, Audrey. . .” Lorina placed the dead fly into the jaws of the Venus flytrap. The leaves obligingly sprang shut. “There, you liked that, didn’t you?” The plant happily wiggled its leaves. Vincent, standing over her shoulder, shook his head. “I still think that’s a little creepy.” “She needs to eat insects to thrive,” Lorina told him, frowning. “It’s not like I feed her Father’s butterflies. She gets the pests that get into the house.” “I know, I know. I just worry one day you’re going to cut yourself over her and she’ll get a taste for human blood.”
67) Four children around a campfiresecundus_castJune 17 2012, 20:40:48 UTC
Time: Post-"Secundus 2," kids' younger years Notes: I just had to do Alice telling a story to her family for this one. What she's describing is the opening cutscene to the second Jabberwock boss fight in "American McGee's Alice."
“And then, the Jabberwock knocked the Gryphon out of the sky with one sweep of his mighty claws!” The children and Victor gasped. Alice reveled in the looks on their faces. “Was Gryphon okay?” Lorina whispered. Alice shook her head sadly. “He smashed into a rock on the island. I ran to help him, but there was nothing I could do. So it was up to me to defeat the Jabberwock.” “You should write a book, Alice,” Victor murmured. “You’re so good at this.” Alice smiled. “Maybe one day.” She returned to the story. “‘How typical, how foolish you were. . . .’”
85) Author's choice: lettersecundus_castJune 25 2012, 00:19:15 UTC
Time: "Secundus," pre-Chapter 6 (the parents' arrival) Notes: Dunno what prompted this one -- I guess I just wanted to show a bit of what William and Nell were thinking and doing during the first few chapters of "Secundus."
The first letter that came, Nell and William immediately dismissed as a prank. Their son Victor in the Mad Science Capital of the World? Claiming to have gotten a job there? The very idea was ludicrous. But then the second letter came. And the third. All in Victor’s handwriting. All postmarked from Secundus. All talking about how happy he was there. The idea of writing back crossed their minds, but was rejected. Obviously their son was writing these under some sort of duress. A written reply would do no good. And so plans were made to take a little trip. . . .
65) A cat licking a snowcone, with a tongue colored by the conesecundus_castJune 25 2012, 00:28:47 UTC
Time: Post-"Secundus 2" Notes: I wanted to feature a bit more of Victor's riding butterfly, Ferdinand, and this seemed like a nice, silly prompt to do it. You could consider it a sort of sequel to one of last year's prompts, 71) girl, puppy, and ice cream picture. Looks like Victor's finally learned to say no.
“Daddy! Ferdy’s trying to steal my ice cream!” “Ferdinand,” Victor said sternly. The butterfly’s feelers drooped as Lorina curled protectively around her treat. “Don’t pull that with me,” Victor continued. “You get plenty of sugar water. You don’t need to steal the children’s ice cream on top of that.” “I’ve always been amazed by that creature’s ability to pout,” Alice said, watching Ferdinand’s feelers droop even lower. “You wouldn’t think you could get such expressions out of something without a real mouth.” “It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Victor agreed, then frowned. “Vincent, don’t offer him your ice cream, it’ll only encourage him.”
Time: Post-"Secundus" Notes: More Ferdy! This one's just a bit of silliness, based on the fact that butterflies can be tasty snacks to certain bigger creatures.
Victor lifted his head, enjoying the slight breeze in his face as Ferdinand flapped above the trees of Wonderland Park. “Ahhh. It’s such a wonderful - AAAAHH!” Out of nowhere, Ferdinand suddenly started darting and weaving wildly, wings flapping like mad. Victor clung tight to the saddle to avoid being thrown off. “Ferdinand?! What’s the matter?” Moments later, he spotted the source of the trouble himself. “Ooh - Ferdy, you are ten times as big as that bird! You don’t need to panic! I swear it cannot eat you!” Ferdinand still didn’t really calm down until they were a few yards away.
Notes: Just a little drabble on the crazy incident that sent Marty and Doc fleeing to Secundus in the first place. I originally had this for "staycation," but I thought up a better drabble for my interpretation of the prompt.
“What happened?”
“I don’t know! It wasn’t - we didn’t mean for anything to catch on fire!” Marty ran his hands through his hair. “And we definitely didn’t mean to piss off the mayor!”
“Yeah, he’s about ready to call for blood, little brother,” Dave commented. “If I were you, I’d get out of the country.”
“Actually, that’s a good idea,” George said. “How about you and Doc leave for your trip to Secundus a little early, Marty?”
“You actually want me to go to the Mad Science Capital of the World now?”
“They’re better prepared for this sort of mayhem.”
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Notes: The sequel to the above "84) Author's Choice: escape," I came up with this after realizing it fit my interpretation of the prompt -- "it was supposed to be a vacation, they ended up staying" -- better than the drabble that became "escape" did.
“Remember when we first thought about coming here, Doc?”
Doc looked up from his newspaper. “Yes, I do,” he said with a smile. “It was supposed to be just a few months’ vacation.”
“Yeah,” Marty nodded. “Kick around the city for a while, see the sights, learn some science, come back home. Never thought I’d end up moving here for good.”
“Me either,” Doc agreed. He frowned a little. “Do you ever regret it? Leaving Hill Valley?”
“Doc, you’re asking if I regret coming to stay with some of the best friends I’ve ever had.”
Doc grinned again. “Good point.”
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Notes: Rather than do something else relating to Victor's distaste for fish due to overexposure, I decided to do something about the cannery instead. Specifically, how William's a bit more focused on it than his kid.
“So - what’s it like, having a father who runs the most successful fish cannery around?”
“All right, I suppose,” Victor replied. “We c-certainly never lacked for money, if that’s what you’re asking. Could always afford the best.”
“Bet you could. But what sort of dad was he? He drag you with him to work?”
“Sometimes. But - w-well, he was always sort of distant. More involved with the cannery than me and Mother. I - I get the feeling he never really understood me.”
Marty shook his head. “The more I hear about your family, Victor, the more I’m grateful for mine.”
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Notes: A drabble on good old Touched Lorina -- and yes, it pretty much is just one big "Little Shop of Horrors" joke. I've only seen part of that film on TV, but naming Lorina's pet Venus flytrap Audrey just had to be done.
“Here you are, Audrey. . .” Lorina placed the dead fly into the jaws of the Venus flytrap. The leaves obligingly sprang shut. “There, you liked that, didn’t you?”
The plant happily wiggled its leaves. Vincent, standing over her shoulder, shook his head. “I still think that’s a little creepy.”
“She needs to eat insects to thrive,” Lorina told him, frowning. “It’s not like I feed her Father’s butterflies. She gets the pests that get into the house.”
“I know, I know. I just worry one day you’re going to cut yourself over her and she’ll get a taste for human blood.”
Reply
Notes: I just had to do Alice telling a story to her family for this one. What she's describing is the opening cutscene to the second Jabberwock boss fight in "American McGee's Alice."
“And then, the Jabberwock knocked the Gryphon out of the sky with one sweep of his mighty claws!”
The children and Victor gasped. Alice reveled in the looks on their faces. “Was Gryphon okay?” Lorina whispered.
Alice shook her head sadly. “He smashed into a rock on the island. I ran to help him, but there was nothing I could do. So it was up to me to defeat the Jabberwock.”
“You should write a book, Alice,” Victor murmured. “You’re so good at this.”
Alice smiled. “Maybe one day.” She returned to the story. “‘How typical, how foolish you were. . . .’”
Reply
Notes: Dunno what prompted this one -- I guess I just wanted to show a bit of what William and Nell were thinking and doing during the first few chapters of "Secundus."
The first letter that came, Nell and William immediately dismissed as a prank. Their son Victor in the Mad Science Capital of the World? Claiming to have gotten a job there? The very idea was ludicrous.
But then the second letter came. And the third. All in Victor’s handwriting. All postmarked from Secundus. All talking about how happy he was there.
The idea of writing back crossed their minds, but was rejected. Obviously their son was writing these under some sort of duress. A written reply would do no good.
And so plans were made to take a little trip. . . .
Reply
Notes: I wanted to feature a bit more of Victor's riding butterfly, Ferdinand, and this seemed like a nice, silly prompt to do it. You could consider it a sort of sequel to one of last year's prompts, 71) girl, puppy, and ice cream picture. Looks like Victor's finally learned to say no.
“Daddy! Ferdy’s trying to steal my ice cream!”
“Ferdinand,” Victor said sternly.
The butterfly’s feelers drooped as Lorina curled protectively around her treat. “Don’t pull that with me,” Victor continued. “You get plenty of sugar water. You don’t need to steal the children’s ice cream on top of that.”
“I’ve always been amazed by that creature’s ability to pout,” Alice said, watching Ferdinand’s feelers droop even lower. “You wouldn’t think you could get such expressions out of something without a real mouth.”
“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Victor agreed, then frowned. “Vincent, don’t offer him your ice cream, it’ll only encourage him.”
Reply
Notes: More Ferdy! This one's just a bit of silliness, based on the fact that butterflies can be tasty snacks to certain bigger creatures.
Victor lifted his head, enjoying the slight breeze in his face as Ferdinand flapped above the trees of Wonderland Park. “Ahhh. It’s such a wonderful - AAAAHH!”
Out of nowhere, Ferdinand suddenly started darting and weaving wildly, wings flapping like mad. Victor clung tight to the saddle to avoid being thrown off. “Ferdinand?! What’s the matter?”
Moments later, he spotted the source of the trouble himself. “Ooh - Ferdy, you are ten times as big as that bird! You don’t need to panic! I swear it cannot eat you!”
Ferdinand still didn’t really calm down until they were a few yards away.
Reply
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