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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Mar 15, 2011 15:43:18 GMT -5
“I don’t mean to seem rude,” Jerome said, “but I’m very confused. Would someone please explain what, exactly, is going on?” “Whatever it is,” Esmé replied, “we aren’t the only ones in the dark about it. Marty and Artie seem just as puzzled. I guess we ought to wait for their grandfather to calm down, before we start asking questions.” “Doc isn’t their grandfather; he’s an old family friend of the McFly’s. I met him the same day I bumped into Marty and his girlfriend at the arcade. According to the twins, Doc was their father’s third grade teacher.” OOC: Oh, no, it’s cool. I figured I could just write Esmé and Jerome conversing with each other, until someone decides to pay attention to them. And I’d forgotten about the detail concerning the radiation suits.
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Mar 15, 2011 15:59:46 GMT -5
"Oh, my apologies," Doc replied, blushing. He could not help but feel a little amused at the idea of being a grandfather to the McFly boys. Turning to Esme, he added, "I don't think I met you, yet. Who might you be?"
"Her name is Esme," explained Artie. "We met her at the pizza parlour, the other night." Then, with a sly smile, she added, "I think she and Jerome are getting very close."
"Artie!" Marty cried out, indignantly. "Don't tease our new friends like that." To Jerome and Esme, she added, "He gets like that, sometimes." Then, turning back to Doc, he added, "Did you say 'plutonium'?" The scientist nodded. "You don't just walk into a store and buy plutonium! Did you rip this off?"
"Yeah, really," Artie agreed, nodding. "How did you get plutonium? Isn't that illegal?"
"Of course," replied Doc, as he was waving his arms around. "From a group of Libyan Nationalists. They wanted me to build them a bomb, so I took their plutonium - and, in turn, gave them a shiny bomb case full of used pinball machine parts!"
"Jesus," gasped Marty.
"Goodness gracious!" gasped Artie. "That's very risky. How can you make a deal with terrorists? What were you thinking?"
"Never mind that, now," replied Doc. "I need the four of you to get into the step-van. I must prepare to reload, and I don't have enough radiation suits to go around."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Mar 15, 2011 16:39:37 GMT -5
All this talk of terrorists and toxic chemicals did not sit well with the fragile Jerome Squalor. He was so nervous, in fact, that he had been too distracted to even blush from Artie’s previous comment. “Where are we going?” Esmé asked, as Jerome helped her into the step-van. He climbed in after her and put his arm around her small shoulders.
“We’ll worry about that later,” he said. “Right now, the important thing is to focus on getting as far away from Olaf as we can.”
“He’s going to be so angry, though, when he finds us. I don’t care what he does to me, but if he hurts you… I just…” She shook her head, as tears came to shade her bright blue eyes. “I don’t know what I’d do then.”
“Don’t worry.” Jerome tightened his hold on her and let her cry into his shoulder. “Olaf isn’t going to find us. But, if he somehow manages to, then I promise to protect you from whatever it is he throws our way. And we’ve got the twins and Doc on our side, too. They aren’t going to let anything happen to us.”
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Mar 15, 2011 17:45:24 GMT -5
"I have an idea," Marty suggested, softly. "Since it looks like Doc did, in fact, create a time machine - you could maybe go through time with us. Then this Olaf won't be able to find us."
"I know what you're thinking, Jerome and Esme," Artie added. "We are just as surprised by this, as you are. I always knew that Doc was a genius, but it's so hard to believe that... that he invented a time machine."
"I think it would be exciting," Marty added, flashing a lopsided smile, "to visit another time period. I think the '60s would be nice to visit."
"Or the Old West," Artie suggested. "Although, seeing the future would also be exciting. After all, who knows what the future will be like?"
"All right, gang!" Doc called out, as he opened the door. "You can come out. Everything's safe, now."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Mar 17, 2011 15:16:07 GMT -5
Along with Marty, Artie and Einstein, Jerome and Esmé climbed out of the step-van; Jerome helping her as he had before. “Do you think it’s true, Jerome?” asked Esmé, her blue eyes sparkling in the brightness of the street lights. “If it’s true…if there is such a thing as time travel, then I…I can see my parents again!”
Jerome’s small mouth fell open. “Your parents?” Until now, Esmé had never mentioned her parents, and Jerome had to admit he was quite curious about them.
“Yes. When I was thirteen, my mother was dying of tuberculosis, and my father had just lost his job. As a favor to them and to me, Olaf agreed to take me in.” Sadly, Esmé looked from Jerome, to the faces of the twins and Doc. Even Einstein seemed to be aware of the melancholic feel that had settled over the group. He whined and raised his paw, which he rested against Esmé’s leg. She smiled appreciatively, and reached down to pat him on the head. “My family was from Paltryville,” she went on, “and Olaf lived all the way out in the city. My mother died only a month after he adopted me. My father is still alive, but is said to be dying of alcoholism. The last time we spoke was at my mother’s funeral, but even then we only exchanged a few words.”
OOC: I hope you don’t mind my mentioning Esmé’s desire to meet her parents at some point during the gang’s time travels. I just couldn’t see her not having an opinion about that, and so I decided to add it in. Adelle and Joseph Salinger would have met sometime between 1966 and 1968, during Adelle’s unhappy marriage to the wealthy James Fitzgerald. If Jerome and friends decide to travel to the 1960’s, then perhaps they could have a run-in with Esmé’s mother and father.
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Mar 17, 2011 16:18:44 GMT -5
OOC: Those ideas do sound cool. We could take a trip back to the '60s, afterward - and then we could also meet a young Olaf, unless you planned on the gang meeting Olaf younger than that. At the end, we may have several timelines to keep up with. At least, Marty's family is doing all right.
"Don't you lose those tapes now - we'll need a record," Doc called out, as the teens headed towards him. "Yep, yep. I almost forgot my luggage. Who knows if they've got cotton underwear in the future. I'm allergic to all synthetics." Doc then placed a suitcase into the DeLorean.
"The future?" Marty asked, quietly. "Say, I don't mean to impose - but can we come along?"
"Right," Artie added, nodding. "I mean, since we're all here." Then, gesturing to the yellow case, he added, "By the way, don't forget your case of plutonium."
"Yes, yes," Doc mumbled, as he picked the case up. "I suppose there is enough room to fit all of you, but... Well, I barely know Jerome - and this is my first time meeting Esme."
"Well, Doc, you see," Marty added, softly, "there's this... Well, Esme's guardian is terrible to her - and, uh, it might only be a matter of time until he shows up. I mean, seeing as you have the time machine, I figured that..."
"Oh, all right," Doc relented, sighing. "In that case, all of you - get in the car. Einstein too. I must warn you not to to look up your futures, as no man should know too much about his own destiny."
"Uh, Doc," Artie asked, confused, "since we're going to skip from this year to arrive in... whatever year you planned to travel to... maybe the year 2000... we shouldn't even have future selves, right?"
"Yeah, I guess you have a point," Doc replied, softly. "Actually, I was thinking of travelling to the year 2010 - but... Well, why don't we compromise? How does 2005 sound?"
The four teens glanced at each either, and then they all nodded.
"We can always visit the other years, later," Artie pointed out. "You have a time machine, after all."
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Doc asked, excitedly. "Let's get in the car, and then we'll go on a grand journey."
Doc, the four teens, and Einstein all headed into the station wagon. Einstein sat in the way back, Marty sat in the front passenger seat, and the rest sat in the middle.
"I figured that we could arrive at noon, on this very day," Doc explained, turning the time circuits on, "twenty years from now. We could..."
Just then, Einstein started to bark.
"What is it, Einie?" Doc asked, concerned. Then, looking to the entrance to the mall, Doc saw a blue and white van pulling in. "Oh, my God! They found me! I don't know how, but they found me! Well, gang, don't panic - I have an idea."
With that Doc started the engine, and then began driving around the parking lot - as the van chased them, shooting at the car.
"Who is it, Doc?" Marty asked, concerned.
"Yeah, what do they want with us?" Artie asked, panicked.
"Who do you think?" shouted Doc, as he continued to accelerate in speed. "The Libyans!"
"Holy Michigan!" gasped Marty.
"I don't believe this!" added Artie. He placed a protective arm around Jerome - who, in turn, placed a protective arm around Esme.
As Doc was nearing towards the photo booth, the car reached 88 miles per hour. Instantly, they appeared twenty years in the future.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Mar 18, 2011 8:54:52 GMT -5
OOC: Thanks. Taking a trip back to the ‘60s after this would be fun. When they meet Olaf, I was actually thinking we could make him about ten. In my ficverse, he comes from a broken home, and I had this idea of Esmé feeling sorry for him and becoming something of a big sister to him. We’ll have to introduce the gang to Marty’s family at some point, and save our characters from all this sadness going on. XD ~ It had all happened so fast that Jerome and Esmé couldn’t remember the last time they’d taken a breath. As they peered through the window, nothing they saw looked familiar. The DeLorean had halted at the end of a long, deserted alleyway, where the only forms of life were a few feral cats. Einstein barked loudly. Jerome kept a firm hold on the dog’s collar as the six occupants of the automobile piled out. “Is this really the future?” asked Esmé, examining their unfamiliar surroundings. “I guess so,” Jerome said, as he glanced towards the passageway. “Well, I don’t care where we are, just as long as Olaf has no way of catching up to us.” “Not to mention those men who were chasing us.” Jerome turned to Doc. “Who did you say they were again? Terrorists?” “Libyan terrorists,” Esmé emphasized. “But what could they possibly want with us?” “If they’re anything like the kids at my old school,” Jerome said, “then they were getting a thrill out of chasing us.” “Oh, Jerome, be serious.” Esmé’s slight reprimand caused him to blush; he raised his freehand and rubbed awkwardly at his face. “Those men we saw were carrying guns. Surely they were planning to do more than just frighten us.” Then, seeing that she had embarrassed him, she reached up and drew his hand away from his face, squeezing hard. “I’m sorry. But I don’t think it matters now, anyway.” She looked at Doc and said, “If they were going to catch up to us, then they would have come through the portal or whatever it was that brought us here, right?”
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Mar 18, 2011 9:38:13 GMT -5
"And that, you guys don't need to worry about," Doc replied, softly. "Although, I should maybe try looking for a futuristic alternative to plutonium. Perhaps, something that isn't so radioactive."
"Say, that's a good idea," Marty agreed, nodding.
"Yeah, I concur," Artie agreed.
"Well, gang, what would you like to do?" asked Doc.
"Y'know, I'm feeling kind of hungry," Marty commented, sighing. "Also, I'm interesting in hearing the new music of this era. I just hope rock and roll still exists."
"Which you're obsessed with," Artie added, smirking.
"Please, Artie, don't start," Marty pleaded, wearily.
"Yes, Artie, let's get down to business," Doc agreed.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Mar 19, 2011 14:49:38 GMT -5
OOC: Poor Artie! He can never help from putting in his two cents, can he? By the way, I think he’s one of the funniest and most unique characters you have to date. How long ago did you create him, if I may ask?
“I don’t know about you boys,” Esmé said, “but I’m interested in seeing how fashion has evolved since 1985. If anything catches my interest, then I’m heading straight to the mall!”
Jerome frowned. As a child he had been wider in the waist than other boys his age, and so shopping for clothes had been nothing short of tormenting. Nothing in child’s sizes had ever looked right on him, and so he’d always ended up having to shop in the young men’s section of stores. He didn’t want to discourage Esmé from enjoying herself, but he couldn’t help it if a certain part of his childhood insecurities still remained.
“If the fashion suits my satisfaction,” she said, and turned to flutter her long, feathery lashes at Jerome, “will you help me choose some outfits?”
He blushed. Did his opinion really matter that much to her? “Sure.”
“Great! And I’ll buy you something, too.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”
“But I insist!” Esmé threw her arms around Jerome, who tossed all his insecurities to the wind. “It’s the least I can do, after all you did to save me from Olaf.”
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Mar 19, 2011 16:45:16 GMT -5
OOC: It was back in 2006, and the first AU I came up with for BTTF. I felt the idea of Marty having a twin would be neat, so I came up with Calvin (named after "Calvin Klein"). He only exists in the new and improved timeline.
Marty and Artie glanced at each other, and shrugged. Neither of them had any interest in shopping.
"Tell you what, gang," Doc added, softly. "You guys can stay here in 2005, and explore for a little while. Do stay out of trouble - and... I'm not certain how well you all will blend into this era, but do try to act naturally. Esme may be onto something. You guys should consider buying some clothes of this era."
Marty and Artie both groaned, while Esme looked pleased. Jerome seemed to be less than thrilled at the prospect of shopping, and only agreed because of his feelings for Esme.
"I thought I would head ten more years into the future," Doc continued, "just to see what it'll be like. I'll be back in a few hours."
"Uh, Doc," Artie asked, softly, "if you head into the future, and run into our future selves - would we be thirty years older, or ten years older?"
"That is a very interesting question," Doc replied, thoughtfully. "I don't intend on having you settle in this era, which is probably not the best idea. I guess I'll have to find out."
"Well, Doc, you have a safe trip!" called out Marty, flashing a lopsided smile.
"Will do," Doc replied, smiling. "C'mon, Einie, let's go."
With that, Doc and Einstein stepped back into the station wagon - while the four teens stepped back.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Mar 20, 2011 15:26:29 GMT -5
Jerome, Esmé, and the twins waved goodbye to Doc and his canine companion. There was a sound like an explosion, followed by the station wagon taking off at full speed in the direction from which they’d arrived. Once the vehicle reached eighty-eight miles per hour, the sky seemed to transform into a vast ocean wave and swallow it up like a ship lost at sea. The group waited a few moments before saying anything. But it was Esmé whose voice broke the now still afternoon air. Her words, however, produced another round of groans from the twins, along with a look of uncertainty from her boyfriend: “Well, there’s only one thing left to do now, isn’t there? Let’s. Go. Shopping!”Despite his growing anxiety for the approaching activity, Jerome found it impossible to keep the smile from his face as Esmé leapt into the air like an Olympic superstar. Even Marty and Artie were having a hard time stopping themselves from grinning. Remembering what Doc had said about all four teens finding some suitable clothing for the time period, Jerome turned to consult the other two boys. “Do you guys want to come along, or should we all meet back here in two hours? I remember you said you wanted to try and find a music store.” *Edit* OOC: I'm sorry - I got caught up in writing my post, and completely forgot to comment on your reply to my question. ^^'' Anyway, I like the idea of Marty having a twin, too. It's very original, and I can't think of a better name for him than Calvin (except for Artie, as I find it cute the way it rhymes with Marty's). And how flattering it must be for Marty, having a twin named - semi - after him.
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Mar 20, 2011 16:25:41 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, I imagine it would be. Both Marty and Calvin have dealt with awkward feelings over the initial time travel situation.
"Yeah, why don't we do that?" Marty agreed, smiling. Then glancing around, he added, "Although, downtown might be our best bet. I'm not sure if Twin Pines Mall would still be around."
"Are you sure about that, Marty?" Artie asked, skeptically. "It was starting to become rundown by 1985."
"Well, it wouldn't hurt to check," Marty replied, shrugging. "It is still downtown."
"Well, what do you guys say?" Artie asked, turning to Jerome and Esme.
OOC: After Esme and Jerome answer, we should probably skip to the gang arriving downtown - which I'll describe, since I have an idea of what it'll be like in 2005. The Courthouse Mall would be a good place for Jerome and Esme to do some shopping, and the music store is right next to Lou's Internet Cafe and Coffee Shoppe - which will become the Cafe '80s in ten years. Since Internet Cafes and Coffee Shoppes are popular hangouts on the '00s, I figured I'd combine the two.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Mar 22, 2011 10:08:37 GMT -5
“I think that sounds like a fabulous idea,” Esmé agreed. “Really smashing! What do you think, Jerome?”
He shrugged. “Oh, I’m fine with whatever you guys want to do.”
“Well, you’re allowed to have an opinion, too. Are you hungry? We never did get the chance to eat lunch in our world, and it was past dinner when we left.”
Jerome was just about to tell Esmé that he could wait a little longer, if she wanted to do some shopping. She had been on edge all day. Seeing her express again the pleasure that never failed to light up her large, blue eyes had touched his heart. How could he deny her something that brought her such joy? The answer to that question was simple enough—he didn’t. And so, without further deliberation on the subject, he turned to her and said, “I actually wouldn’t mind waiting a little longer for supper—or would it be dinner? If you have your heart set on shopping, then that’s what we should do.” Just in case Esmé wasn’t sure, Jerome smiled and slipped his chubby fingers through her slim ones.
OOC: That sounds like a great plan, Quags. We should perhaps do a little scene with the four teens surfing the ‘net in Lou’s Internet Café and Coffee Shoppe, which I feel would come across as quite amusing (both for them, and for us).
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Mar 22, 2011 12:38:48 GMT -5
OOC: Sounds cool. I just realized the whole inflation issue. Well, they learn that they can pay with their thumbs - sat they use their older selves' accounts.
The twins glanced at each other, and smiled. The teens then started to make their way downtown.
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As soon the teens reached the Courthouse Square, they were amazed by what they say. They also heard Seven Nation Army by White Stripes coming from the music store. Marty and Artie smiled, as they realized that the music wasn't half bad.
The teens then started to look around. In the location that used to be Lou's Aerobics Fitness Centre stood Lou's Internet Cafe and Coffee Shoppe.
"I wonder what an internet is," mused Marty, stunned.
"From what I understand," Artie replied, "it's an interconnected network of computers. I think it's mostly used by college students and the military."
"Oh, I see," Marty replied, quite intrigued.
Where Statler Toyota once stood, was Statler Cadillac. Across the street, the courthouse was now a mall - called Courthouse Square. There was some construction being done on the front lawn, as if they were planning to place a little pond there.
"Well, I guess this is the future!" Marty commented, baffled.
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Marty McFly Sr, 37 years old, smiled at his lovely wife - as he drove into Hill Valley. Indeed, it felt nice to visit the town that he grew up in.
"So, hon, what's first on the agenda?" asked Jennifer, Marty's wife.
"Well, I figured that we could visit the mall," Marty Sr replied, softly. "Perhaps, for lunch, we could eat at the food court. If the rides are still there, the kids can go on them. I still can't get over how the courthouses ended up becoming a mall."
"Mommy?" asked Marty Jr, seven years old. "Could we pick up some more Led Zeppelin shirts?"
"Yeah, Aunt Jennifer," agreed Alex, also seven years old. He and Marty Jr looked so much alike, they were often mistaken for twins. Of course, it quite helped that their father were twins. "I would like one with the fallen angel on it."
"Well, kids," Marty Sr replied, gently, "I don't think they carry shirts in your size. They might carry some decals, though - that we can iron onto some plain tee shirts."
"Why don't they carry Led Zeppelin shirts in our size?" asked Marlene, eight years old.
"You know, I'm not too sure," Marty Sr replied, softly. "I guess it's because they don't expect kids to like... grown up music."
"But I hate kid's music!" protested Marty Jr, as Marlene and Alex nodded.
"I understand that you do," Marty Sr replied, gently. "I still remember the time you cried in daycare, because you don't want to hear that music. You wanted the daycare provider to play Led Zeppelin."
"Uh, honey, we're there," Jennifer pointed out, gently.
"Ah, yes, you're right," Marty Sr replied, as he quickly drove into the left lane. "Sorry, I guess I was getting carried away."
"I think it's great that you kids appreciate good music," Jennifer commented, turning back. "However, our society seems so... Well, there is sort of the idea that kids should not listen to grown up music - and I don't think that's right."
"Here we are!" called out Marty Sr, as he pulled into the parking lot. "Let's heard to the food court, first - and decide what we want to eat."
With that, Marty Sr turned off the engine, as the kids took off their seat belts. Indeed, it felt good to be back in Hill Valley.
OOC: I have another idea. Since we're probably not going to travel to the Old West (and you have other ideas of where the gang should travel to), Doc will probably end up marrying Jessica Hoffman.
As a result, Jules and Verne will be born on December 12 of 1987. In this universe, they're twins (and they resemble Verne from Part III). I'm not sure if you figured out birth dates for the Baudelaires and Quagmires, but I think Jules and Verne would be close to the age of Klaus. I think Klaus would be a little closer to Jules, since Jules is the more intelligent of the two - but he is also friends with Verne.
Perhaps, Jules and Verne take a trip to Hill Valley with Violet, Klaus, and the Quagmire triplets.
BTW, in your ficverse, is Quigley into hard rock and heavy metal?
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Mar 24, 2011 16:40:17 GMT -5
OOC: I like how you have Marty, Jr., Alex and Marlene having such a high indifference toward kids’ music. They remind me of a childhood friend of mine who was into ‘real’ music when we were in the first grade. XD ~ Esmé and Jerome had parted ways with Marty and Artie just outside Lou’s Internet Café and Coffee Shoppe. The two groups planned to rejoin in two hours, which Esmé said was crucial if she expected to find something to wear that met her satisfaction. “I don’t think it’s necessary for us to dress up in anything too extravagant,” Esmé commented, as she and Jerome scoured the mall. They were holding hands, and he couldn’t remember for the life of him whose idea it had been to do so. All he knew was that it felt natural, and that helped him to view the task ahead with a positive outlook. “See?” Esmé nodded her head in the direction of the various other teenagers, many of whom were couples, just like her and Jerome. “Nearly everyone here is wearing some sort of denim jeans.” “I think you’d look cute in a pair of those pants with the wide legs,” he said. “You think so?” Esmé asked. Flipping back her hair, she turned to gaze at him in amazement. He lowered his eyes to the floor. “Oh, yes. You’re very tall and curvy, so you’d be able to pull it off no problem.” “That is so…” When Esmé failed to continue, Jerome thought his words may have offended her, and he began to panic. His worries, however, were startled out of him, as she flung both of her arms around his single one. She nuzzled her face into his shoulder and said softly, “You are so sweet.” Jerome looked at her, a shy smile playing across his lips. “It’s true. You’re a very pretty—” He broke off, suddenly realizing that the word ‘pretty’ didn’t suit Esmé at all. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” “Don’t.” She clung tighter to him, her giggles muffling themselves into his shoulder. “You’re making me blush…” Smiling, Jerome paused in his steps. Reaching over, he very slowly and tenderly drew Esmé’s face away from his shoulder. Her cheeks had taken on the color of wildfire, and her eyes darted back and forth as she continued to giggle. “What is it, Esmé? It’s as…as if this is the first time anyone’s ever paid you a compliment.” “It’s not.” “Then what is it?” “You’re so nice,” she said, and forced herself to meet his eyes, “so sweet and sincere. You’re nothing like Olaf was—what he is. He was horrible to me, Jerome…so horrible you can’t even imagine. He makes me believe all sorts of things about myself that aren’t true. And I’m not used to having someone treat me the opposite way, you know? It’s like when you’re a child, and your parents take the training wheels off your bike. You know it’s for the best, but at the same time it overwhelms you because it’s so new. What you and I have, Jerome—that’s new to me, too. But even though it’s new, it’s something I know I’m ready for. Just like when I was a little girl, and I decided I was ready to ride my bike without training wheels.” Leaning forward, Esmé put her arms around Jerome’s neck and did something he hadn’t expected her to do at such an early stage in their relationship. She kissed him—not on the nose or the cheek or even on the chin—but on the mouth, right there in the center of the Courthouse Square where everyone could see. ~ OOC: Yes, I can definitely imagine Doc ending up with Jessica, since there’s no way that a relationship with Clara will be possible without the presence of the Old West. It’s cool that Jules and Verne will be twins in this universe. I used to watch the Back to the Future cartoon as a kid, and remember Verne being the adventurer type, whereas Jules was more the book-smart type. Is twin!Verne still interested in having adventures, even though he’s Jules’ age, in your ficverse? I can totally see Jules and Klaus getting along splendidly, yes. They’ll be BBF’s, LOL! Jules and Verne joining Violet, Klaus and Sunny on a trip to Hill Valley is a smashing idea, and the perfect way to introduce them into the story. Since I portray the Quagmires—as well as the Baudelaires—as minor and supporting characters, I’ve never thought to provide their characters with any background information, aside from what we know from the canon. Still, I think there’s a good chance that the Quigley of my ficverse would have an appreciation for hard rock and heavy metal, since I’ve always envisioned the Quagmires’ appearances as that of Gothic teenagers. In particular their hairstyles.
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