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Post by Very Funky Disco on Mar 24, 2011 17:41:47 GMT -5
OOC: I figured that the living room stereo would be on, a lot - so the kids would just enjoy what they hear. When I was a kid, I just listened to whatever my mother had on.
Marty Jr first get into Led Zeppelin at the age of four. He hears his father playing their fourth album, and he comments that he loves the music. His father responds that it's Led Zeppelin. Marty Jr asks what Led Zeppelin means, and his father facetiously responds that it means "great music". Marty Jr takes it literally, and starts saying that everything he hears that he likes is "Led Zeppelin". After a week, Marty Sr finally realizes his son's confusion - and decides to set his son straight. After Marty Jr finally realizes that Led Zeppelin is the name of a band, he decides that he really enjoys the band's music.
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After Jerome and Esme take off for the mall, Marty and Artie head inside Lou's Internet Cafe and Coffee Shoppe. to the twin's right are a bunch of computers lined up. The twins have never seen so many computers in one place. Straight ahead are a bunch of booths, when other teenagers were gather. Over the loudspeaker was a song that sounded unfamiliar to the twins. The twins sit on the stools next to the counter.
"Well, boys, what will it be?" asked a man who appeared to be in his thirties, as he walked up to the twins. "We have powdered doughnuts on sale, with a two nice cup of coffee. It costs $20.00."
The twins glanced at each others, as they were shocked by the price. They weren't exactly loaded with money.
"How does that sound?" The man continued. "By the way, the offer comes with fifty doughnut holes." He placed out an electronic pad, as he added, "Just place your thumb here, and it's yours."
Marty felt nervous, as he placed his thumb on the pad. He watched the price rise on the counter, until it reached $20.
"There, that wasn't so hard," the man replied, chuckling - as he grabbed the pad away from Marty. "Modern technology is so grand. Well, I'll be back with your doughnuts and coffee. Would you like anything in your coffee?"
"I'll take come cream and Sweet 'n' Low," Marty commented, as his twin nodded.
"We don't have Sweet 'n' Low," the man replied, gently. "Would Equal be fine?"
"Uh, yeah, sure," Marty replied, nervously. He wasn't quite certain of what Equal was, but figured that it was also a type of sugar substitute.
"Be back in the minute," called out the man, as he headed towards the back.
"And that was Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana," commented the disc jockey, just as the song ended. "Now, we're hear from Dave Grohl's current band - the Foo Fighters - with I'll Stick Around."
As the next song began to play, Marty began to swing his arms in beat with the music.
"Ah, I see you're a Foo Fighters fan," the man replied, returning to the table with the doughnut holes and coffee. "I have cousins who are big fans of the group. I think they're about your age, in fact. As for myself, I prefer classical music - but I know the teens who come here don't want to hear that, so..."
"I like classical music, sometimes," commented Artie, eagerly. "I mean, I like all kinds of music. I like rock, too - but it's not all I listen to."
"I don't really care for rock, at all," commented the man. Placing a small bowl on the table, he added, "Here is your cream and Equal. When I was in high school, everyone else was either into hair bands - y'know, like Poison and Motley Crue - or into that new wave stuff. As for me, though, I was always much happier hearing the classics."
"I think it's all good, actually," replied Artie, smiling. "I try not to dismiss entire genres of music. I did use to hate opera, though - until I heard Yma Sumac. She isn't half bad - and she even did a rock album, in the early '70s."
"Yeah, the girl has such great vocals," agreed the man. "I don't like her rock album, though. Well, I'll leave you to your doughnuts and coffee. I've got work to do."
"Nice meeting you, uh... Lou?" Artie replied.
"Yeap," the man replied, nodded, "Lou Carruthers, the third. Our family has owned this building, all the way back to when this place was the saloon."
"Wow, that's impressive," commented Artie, smiling.
Lou III smiled, as he headed towards the back. He glanced at Marty, who seemed to be lost in the music. He smiled, as he reached for some doughnut wholes.
"And now here's another from the Foos," commented the disc jockey. "From their third album, here is Breakout."
Artie turned, as he watch his twin's reaction. As it was another rocking and upbeat song - Marty began to swing in time with the beat of that song, as well. Yeap, that was Marty McFly.
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"Well, here we are," Marty Sr commented, as he and his family stepped into the mall. "There is a part of me that would love to move back to Hill Valley, but we also have lots of friends in San Francisco."
"We should play both of our parents a visit, later on," Jennifer suggested. "How does that sound kids? We'll visit Grandpa George and Grandma Lorraine, as well as Grandpa Robert and Grandma Josie."
With that, the three kids cheered. As the family continued walking down the corridor, they saw something that captured their attention. There was a teenage couple passionately kissing each other. However, they were not just any teenage couple. They looked very familiar, and they were wearing '80s clothes.
"Jerome and Esme," Marty Sr whispered, as he realized who the couple was. "I wonder what they're doing here."
"Careful," Jennifer whispered, nodding towards the children - who did not yet know about the time machine.
As Marty Sr continued to stare at the couple, Esme and Jerome were suddenly staring back. It was apparent that the younger version their friends also recognized them.
OOC: Yeah, Verne is the more fun-loving one out of the twins. Their personalities are pretty much the same as their counterparts in my trilogy canon universe. Probably the only minor difference is that the brothers, being twins, would have a slightly closer relationship with each other. BTW, Clara is an indirect ancestor of Jessica. Jessica looks like Clara, but with blond hair and blue eyes.
Also, keeping in mind that it is part ASOUE Universe (your version), how do you suppose the fact that the Hotel Denouement is still standing would affect the status of the VFD? Would they still be secretive about their organization?
BTW, it might be time to introduce older Esme and Jerome (and their family).
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Mar 26, 2011 10:48:14 GMT -5
OOC: I think just having the radio on is the best way to introduce children to music. And I remember you mentioning once that that’s the approach your mom took—she’s a smart lady. ~ “Jerome,” Esmé asked, “isn’t that one of your friends?” After a week of being acquainted with the McFly twins, Jerome had figured out ways of telling each apart. And it wasn’t just because one or the other was in several of Jerome’s classes at school. For example, Marty was as serious about his schoolwork when it came to playing the guitar. While Artie, although every bit as smart as his brother, preferred the luxuries of goofing off and bantering his twin to studying. The man who Jerome and Esmé found themselves face to face with now was definitely Marty. Except he looked as though he had aged twenty years in the last ten minutes. “Yeah,” Jerome said, though his voice was unsure. “I think it is, but…” “But what?” “I think the future just got a lot more interesting…” ~ “Emma, stop being a nuisance and come out of there. Esmé is ready to leave, and Jerome and Seymour are waiting for us in the food court.” Seventeen-year-old Carmelita was crouched before a rack of dresses, trying yet failing to coax out her five-year-old sister. Emma giggled, and pulled herself deeper into her hiding place of cottons and silks as Carmelita went to snatch the child by her small hand. “Really, Emma; don’t you think you’re getting too old for this? Pretty soon you’re going to be too big for this game.” “No! I don’t wanna go now—not when I’m having this much fun. Stay and play with me some more, Carmy.” Carmelita glanced around the boutique, terrified that someone she knew from school all the way back in San Francisco had chosen the same day as the Squalors to come to the Courthouse Mall in California. She didn’t want anyone—in particular Lisa Logan, her best friend—to know that someone as tough as Carmelita Spats had difficulty getting a five-year-old girl to behave. “Carmelita,” called the voice of Esmé from the entrance, “Emma, what are you two doing? Your father is waiting for us, and it’s almost time for Seymour’s feeding.” “Coming, Esmé,” Carmelita shouted back. Then, turning back to Emma, she said, “Let’s go.” Carmelita then grabbed Emma by the wrist and hauled her out of the display, ignoring her cries of protest as they went to join Esmé. ~ Jerome Squalor, who was thirty-eight and two years older than his wife, was sitting in the food court near the Subway restaurant. Seymour, his and Esmé’s only biological child who was not yet one year’s old, was fussing. Jerome was doing all he could to console the infant, even if his efforts were proving fruitless. “There, there, Seymour,” Jerome coxed, patting his small son on the back as he sobbed into his father’s broad shoulder. “Don’t worry. Mama and your sisters will be here soon.” It wasn’t like Esmé to leave her youngest child for so long. Jerome had long ago put away his fears of his wife ever leaving him, as she had in the early days of their marriage. Now that she loved him, and had three beautiful children to raise, she had no reason to run away. These realizations merely strengthened Jerome’s notion that Esmé had nothing to do with the absence of herself or her daughters. It was either Emma, who was inclined to using shopping centers as parks, or Carmelita, who had gotten distracted by some new outfits and was having trouble deciding what to buy. Whatever the problem was, Jerome hoped it would be resolved soon, or else he was prepared to take his son and go in search of his family on his own. ~ OOC: I like the idea of Jules and Verne being a little closer in your universe than in the canon (they always seemed to argue a lot in the animated series, LOL). And what an interesting detail concerning Clara and Jessica; I can imagine Mary Steenburgen with blond hair. I think the existence of the Hotel Denouement would most likely affect V.F.D. the same way it did in the canon, where volunteers held their meetings. Of course, I think it would also double as a normal hotel, if only as a way to keep from becoming too suspicious to the public eye.
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Mar 26, 2011 12:17:46 GMT -5
OOC: What do you think of how Marty Jr first learned about Led Zeppelin?
"I'll take the kids to the food court," Jennifer suggested, "and you can go talk to... our friends."
"Sounds good," Marty Sr replied, smiling. "Now, kids, you stay out of trouble."
"We will, Dad!" called out Marty Jr and Marlene - while Alex called out, "We will, Uncle Marty!"
"Good," Marty Sr replied, waving to the kids. He then started to head towards the younger version of his friends.
"Mommy, who are they?" Marty Sr heard his son ask, as Jennifer began to escort the kids to the food court.
"Hi, Jesse! Hey, Eliza!" called out Marty Sr, as he knew he could not use their real names. "What brings you here?"
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Jennifer swallowed, as she tried to think of what the younger versions of Jerome and Esme were doing here. Were Marty Sr and Artie's younger selves here, too? Was her younger self here? She could not remember ever travelling to this date, but she also figured that temporal amnesia might be in effect.
"Mommy," Marlene called out, tugging on her mothers arm. "Aunt Esme is here, so are Emma and Carmy."
"Well, I'll be darned," commented Jennifer, as she glanced to her right. Even though Emma was two years younger than Marty Jr and Alex, and three years younger than Marlene - they still loved to play with her. "I guess we both decided to visit Hill Valley, today."
And that must mean Jerome is here, too, Jennifer added, to herself, along with Seymour. What if their younger selves run into them?
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"And now, we're gonna hear You by Candlebox," announced the disc jockey.
Marty smiled, as the music started. While, so far, he did not recognize any of the songs that he heard - he figured that the music wasn't half bad. At least, rock music still existed in some form.
"Psst, Marty," whispered Artie, "I'm gonna check out one of these computers, okay?"
"Sounds good," Marty replied. softly. "Are you gonna take some doughnut holes with you?"
"Nah, you can have the rest," Artie replied, as he left the counter.
Marty smiled, as he went back to enjoying his doughnuts and the music.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Mar 28, 2011 17:45:43 GMT -5
OOC: I think your idea of how Marty, Jr. first came to hear of Led Zeppelin is really cute. It is so like a young child to take something like that literally, and definitely the sort of thing I would have said at his age. ~ “I think you must have us mistaken for someone else,” Jerome politely explained to the older version of Marty or Artie. “My name is Jerome, and this is my girlfriend, Esmé.” A bright red flush came to fill Esmé’s cheeks at the mention of the word ‘girlfriend’. She said nothing on the subject, however, and merely offered the older man a friendly smile. Even as a young child she had been very sociable. She was never afraid to talk to people, even those she didn’t know well or at all, which had always made it easy for her to make friends. “We’re shopping for clothes,” she told the man. “This is our first time visiting this mall, so we have no idea which stores are the best when it comes to teen fashion. I realize you’re a bit older than us, but if you come here often, then perhaps you can recommend some good stores.” “You wouldn’t happen to be related to a Marty and Artie McFly, would you?” Jerome asked. “They’re friends of ours and look almost exactly like you. If I hadn’t already met their father, I’d think you were him.” ~ “Marlene!” Emma cried. She raced over and threw herself full force into the older girl’s arms. “Mama, look! Marlene and Jennifer and the boys are here!” “Yes, darling,” agreed Esmé, who was contending with three huge shopping bags and the large purse she took on wide-ranging shopping trips to the mall. “But do you remember what your father and I told you about using your indoor voice?” Emma, her blue eyes shining in a way that never failed to remind her mother of her biological father, grinned broadly. “Yes, Mama.” “Well, why don’t you show Jennifer and your friends what you’ve learned, hmm?” Turning back to her three young companions Emma whispered, “Have you guys ever played hide-and-go-seek inside a rack of clothes?” Marlene explained she had when she was Emma’s age, while Marty Jr. and Alex admitted they still did. “It’s just like being in a forest,” Emma went on excitedly, “except you don’t have to worry about the wild animals.” Then, lowering her voice even further, she added, “Unless you count Carmy.” “I heard that, Emma Esmélita Squalor,” Carmelita scolded from behind her little sister. She pulled Emma into her arms and sought revenge by tickling the little girl unmercifully. “Now, what sort of wild animal am I?” Emma giggled wildly, trying and failing to shove Carmelita’s hands away from her stomach. “A tiger!” Emma would have gone on, were it not for Jerome and Seymour, who took that moment to appear. Jerome was standing with his hands on the bars of his son’s stroller, and the diaper bag over his shoulder. Seymour, who was less fussy now that his father had given him his bottle, sat quietly in his stroller observing the scene before him. But it was not until he caught sight of Esmé that he reacted. Stretching his arms forward and flexing his chubby fingers, he cried happily, “Mama!”
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Mar 28, 2011 21:40:54 GMT -5
"I am Marty McFly," Marty Sr whispered, softly. "Right away, I figured who you guys were - but I... Well, I couldn't use your real name. Anyway, I can help you find some good stores. Although, I was going to grab a bite to eat." Then, pulling Jerome and Esme to the side, he asked, "When are you from? And did anyone come with you?"
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Jennifer smiled, as she watched Carmelita tickling Emma. Indeed, she loved spending time with small children - why is why she opted to become a child psychologist.
She then glanced at Marlene. Even though she did still like to play children's games, from time to time - she could not help but feel sad that Marlene sometimes acted as if she was too mature for certain stuff. After all, Marlene should appreciate her childhood - while she still had it.
"Hey, Jerome!" called out Jennifer, cheerfully. Then, reaching down to Seymour, she added, "Hey, there, munchkin? How do you do?"
Jennifer sometimes wondered what it would be like to have a third child. As it was, Marlene and Marty Jr were a little less than ten months apart. Of course, Alex did spend a lot of time with the family - but that was because Artie and April lived just a few houses away from them. Alex was only three days older than Marty Jr.
"Mommy, can we have some mozzerella sticks?" Marty Jr asked, eagerly.
"Yes, Aunt Jennifer, please?" added Alex.
"I'd rather have a salad," countered Marlene.
Jennifer gave a little chuckle. She herself was not exactly the most health-conscious person in the world, and neither was her husband. Fortunately, Marty Jr and Alex were quite active - and, at times, they seemed to be unstoppable. Of course, Marlene was quite health-conscious on her own. They also kept plenty of raw vegetables and fruits around the house, which the kids all loved - so she felt as if it not be irresponsible parenting to allow them to indulge, a bit.
"Sure, you can," Jennifer replied, smiling.
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As Artie pressed his thumb to the pad next to the computer, a message appeared on the screen. It read: "Welcome back, Arthur William McFly". He then decided to check out what this thing called email was. When he saw that it was messages sent to his account, he felt tempted to read some of them - then realized that it might just confuse his older self.
He then checked out something called Google, which turned out to be a search engine. When he did a search for "football", he discovered something called Wikipedia - which he learned was an online encyclopedia that anyone could edit. Indeed, it was quite fascinating.
While his twin brother was enjoying the music being pumped over the speakers, he himself became caught up in surfing the internet. He felt tempted to look up his own name and that of his twin, but figured that it would not be a good idea.
Indeed, he realized that browsing the internet was like having an entire library at your fingertips. It was quite intriguing.
OOC: In our next update, should we introduce the Baudelaires, the Quagmires, and the Browns (Jules and Verne)? We should probably have them also stop by Lou's Internet Cafe and Coffee Shoppe.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Apr 3, 2011 10:18:47 GMT -5
“We’re from the year 1985,” Esmé said. “Yeah,” Jerome added. “We arrived with some friends of ours from the same time period.” “Why do you ask?” Esmé demanded suspiciously. ~ “Seymour and I just came from the food court,” Jerome informed Jennifer. He beamed, watching his wife discard her shopping bags in order to lift their son from his stroller and snuggle him. “Have you eaten yet, Jerome?” Esmé asked. “Not yet. Seymour was a little fussy, so I thought we ought to wait for you and the girls to finish with your shopping before ordering anything.” “What about Seymour? Did he eat?” “I tried giving him his bottle, but he refused. I think he was upset because he didn’t know where you were.” “Well, he does now.” Smiling, Esmé held up her son in order to get a better look at him. He giggled, kicking his small feet in their powder-blue footed pajamas. “Are you hungry, darling? Do you want to go with Daddy and get something yummy to eat?” “Mama.” Emma tugged on her mother’s skirt, and Esmé looked down at her middle child. “Mama, if Seymour isn’t going to ride in his stroller, then can I?” “Don’t be silly, Emma. You’re too big for a stroller.” Ever since Seymour had come along, it seemed to everyone that Emma had begun to suffer the Middle Child Syndrome. Of course, Esmé and Jerome never treated any of their children better than the others. But, being only five years old, Emma required just as much attention—if not more—than her baby brother. She would do or say just about anything to get it, even if it meant resorting to the type of behavior she hadn’t expressed in several years. “I’ve got a better idea, Em,” Carmelita said. “How about you and I go see a movie tonight? My treat.” Emma’s gray eyes widened at the suggestion. “What movie?” “Whatever you like. All you have to do is act like a big girl—which means no riding in strollers.” “O.K., Carmy. I can do that.” ~ “What time are your parents expecting us for dinner, Violet?” “Seven o’clock sharp. Don’t worry, Quigley.” Twenty-year-old Violet Baudelaire tenderly laced her arm through that of Quigley Quagmire, her nineteen-year-old boyfriend of five years and four months, from her place beside him in the front seat of the mini-van. “Everything is going to go just as we planned—no mistakes.” “That’s right,” agreed Klaus, Violet’s eighteen-year-old brother. He was sitting in the back seat with his six-year-old sister, Sunny, along with Duncan and Isadora Quagmire, Quigley’s triplet siblings. “Just because the two of you are engaged now doesn’t mean our parents are going to disapprove.” He grinned. “Especially when they see the ring Quigley gave you.” Unable to disagree, Violet held up her right hand to admire the sterling silver ring embedded with its precious sapphire stone. The stone was just one of many that Quigley and his siblings had inherited from their own parents’ fortune, the infamous Quagmire sapphires. For Violet, wearing the jewel was akin to having a piece of Quigley’s heart around her finger. “Besides,” Violet added, “our parents are the last people who would ever judge anyone. My mother was pregnant with me before she married my father, don’t forget.” “Speaking of fathers,” interjected Duncan, the youngest of the Quagmire triplets, “have you heard anything from Lemony lately?” “Yeah,” said Isadora, the middle triplet and only girl. “I feel as though it’s been years since you last received a letter from him.” “He’s very busy lately,” Violet explained. “I’m planning to write to him after Quigley and I have told Mom and Dad about our engagement. I want to invite him to the wedding, but—” “But what?” piped up Sunny from the back seat, where she sat securely between Isadora and Duncan. Sunny was six, and the youngest of the Baudelaire siblings. “Nothing, Sunny. It’s complicated,” Klaus said. Sunny pouted. “How come every time you guys talk about grown-up stuff, you always think I won’t understand?” Isadora was quick to explain. “It isn’t that we think you won’t understand, Sunny. It’s that we don’t want to bore you with all this adult talk.” “I won’t be bored.” “Look,” Quigley said, as the Courthouse Mall came into view. “Isn’t that Jules and Verne Brown I see standing near the entryway?” Violet peered in the direction her fiancée was indicating. “You’re right, Quig. Come on; let’s find a parking spot quickly and go say hello.” ~ OOC: Hopefully I got that last bit with the Baudelaires and the Quagmires right. And, yes; in my ficverse, Lemony is the biological father of Violet.
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Apr 3, 2011 12:46:57 GMT -5
"You're not thinking fourth dimensionally," Marty Sr chided, gently. "I'm your friend, Marty - but twenty years older." He quickly searched his brain, to see if he remembered his younger self showing up on this date. He didn't, but that was to expected. "If you're suspicious, because I don't remember showing up on this date - it's because of temporal amnesia. It's something that's put into affect to prevent a time paradox."
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Jennifer smiled, as she watched her old friends and the children. Even though Marlene was less than ten months older, she sometimes acted as if she was much older than her brother. Marty Jr did still enjoy watching Sesame Street, which some people thought he was getting too old for - but she saw no issue with that. After all, if he still derived pleasure from watching the show - she saw no harm in that. Letting him ride in a stroller is where she would draw the line, though - but, of course, he would not even fit in a stroller.
"Mommy, I have to go potty," Marty Jr commented, as he looked a little uncomfortable.
"Okay, dear," Jennifer replied, softly. She figured that her husband were still chatting away with the younger versions of Jerome and Esme, and she felt uncomfortable with letting him into a public washroom by himself. That meant she would have to take him into the opposite sex (to him) washroom. "Well, nice seeing you guys. We'll meet you in the food court, shortly."
Esme, Jerome, and children all waved - as Jennifer turned to her children and nephew. She then realized that she never informed Jerome and Esme that their younger selves were here, but hoped it wouldn't be too big a deal. After all, the children (including Carmelita) did not know about the time machine. She hoped that the younger version of her friends would have no problems coming up with aliases.
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"I think you have a crush on Tina Vincent," Jules teased, as he and Verne were walking towards Lou's Internet Cafe and Coffee Shoppe. "I saw the way you were looking at her."
"Hey, look who's talking," Verne shot back. "I think you're taking a shine for Gina Vincent, yourself."
"I am not," Jules protested. "Just because they're twins, and so are we - that doesn't mean we both have to be couples with them."
"Who said Tina and I were a couple?" Verne insisted. "C'mon, Jules, they're childhood friends with us. It was one of the hardest things about leaving Hill Valley, when we were twelve."
Jules glanced into the window, and muttered, "That's funny."
"What's funny?" Verne asked, hoping that his twin was finally distracted from teasing him about Tina.
"I see someone sitting at the counter," Jules explained, "who looks a lot like the McFly twins, except that he looks much younger."
As Verne peaked into the window, he realized exactly what his brother meant. That strange boy was eating powdered doughnut holes and jamming to the music.
"Psst, Verne," Jules whispered, as he tapped Verne's shoulder. "I think the Baudelaires and Quagmires are here. I see their van pulling up. They did say they would meet us here today."
As Verne glanced towards the street, he realized that his brother was right.
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So far, Marty has not heard a song that he disliked - even though he was only familiar with two of them. One was Home Sweet Home by Motley Crue, and the other was Black Dog by Led Zeppelin. Right now, he was hearing a song by a band called Three Days Grace entitled I Hate Everything About You. He had no idea what the song was about, but it was very catchy.
He turned away from his doughnuts to glance at the entryway - and he saw another set of twin boys. The twin boys appeared to be the same age as him and Artie, in fact. Also, for some reason that he could not quite place, something about the boys seemed familiar to him.
He turned back to his doughnuts, but could not stop thinking about the boys. He glanced towards the computers - and saw that his twin was apparently enthralled with the internet, whatever it was.
OOC: Just one minor correction. We were going to have the Quagmires, Baudelaires, and Browns show up at Lou's Internet Cafe and Coffee Shoppe. That way, it would give some people for young Marty and Artie to interact with - while young Jerome and Esme are interacting with older Marty Sr.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Apr 10, 2011 12:18:02 GMT -5
“Well,” Esmé replied, “I guess that’s something you don’t learn in science class.” “Or the existence of time-travel, for that matter.” Jerome paused then, as a thought struck him. Turning a pair of curious green eyes on Marty, he asked, “You wouldn’t happen to be here with the adult selves of Esmé and me, would you?” Esmé couldn’t help but find herself overcome with curiosity as well. “Oh, yes! If you are, then would you us, please?” She winked at Jerome, before adding a statement that made him blush: “Maybe we’ll have children.” ~ “Well, kids,” said Jerome, “what do you say we all head to the food court and I’ll buy us all lunch? What’s everyone in the mood for?” “Do you really think you ought to do that, honey?” Esmé asked, as she knelt down and went about the task of resettling Seymour in his stroller. “After all, Marlene and Alex aren’t our children. Jennifer and Marty might be irritated if you indulge them.” “I suppose you’re right.” Jerome looked guiltily at the innocent faces of two of the three children who had become as much his own relations in the previous years as they were Marty’s and Jennifer’s. “I’ve got a better idea: Why don’t we wait for Jennifer and Marty, Jr. to come back before we order? In the meantime, we can decide what we’d like to eat.” Esmé smiled approvingly, and the caravan headed off to the food court. ~ “Look!” Sunny exclaimed, pointing a tiny finger across the parking lot. Violet had to keep a firm hand around her sister’s to keep Sunny from sprinting out into traffic. “Isn’t that Jules and Vern over there?” “I think you’re right,” Klaus said, as he shielded his eyes from the sun with his hand. “Hopefully they haven’t been waiting long.” “They would have gone inside if they had been,” Duncan replied. “You know how those two are when it comes to filling their time wisely—especially Jules.” “They did say they’d meet us here at one o’clock,” Isadora said, and raised her right arm to consult her watch, “and it is twenty minutes ‘til then. We’re both early.” “In any case,” Quigley said, “we might as well head on over now. There’s no point in loitering around the parking lot when our friends are right over there.” Jules and Vern, who were apparently aware of their friends’ arrival, raised their hands in greeting. Once the Baudelaires and Quagmires were away from traffic, Violet let go Sunny’s hand. Sunny ran straight for Vern, on whom she had a crush she was not willing to admit. He caught the small girl in his arms and swung her around a few times, making her giggle. He set her down, letting her hug his leg as he laid an affectionate hand on her auburn head just as her siblings and the Quagmires appeared. “Hey, guys,” Klaus said, smiling. “Fancy meeting you two here.” Isadora, who was standing before the window of the café, was surprised to see two people who strongly resembled a pair of twins she knew. “Duncan, look.” Grabbing onto his sleeve, she pulled him closer and pointed at the window. “Don’t those two look a lot like Mr. and Mrs. Squalor’s friends?” “You mean the McFly’s?” Duncan peered closer. “Yeah, Izzy, you’re right. Perhaps they’re relatives.” “I don’t ever remember meeting them. They must be from out-of-town.” “Come on, you two,” Quigley said to his siblings. “We’re all about to head inside.” ~ OOC: Sorry about that – I guess it must have slipped my mind. Hopefully I’ve managed to fix that with this post. And yes, the McFly twins are bound to start getting lonely for human companionship once the excitement of the internet wears down. ;D
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Apr 10, 2011 15:42:39 GMT -5
OOC: And the new music. I actually have gained more of an appreciation for newer rock music, but I still don't like rap or current pop.
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Marty Sr paused for a brief moment, before answering. He knew how Doc was always saying to no one should no too much about his or her destiny. However, he decided that there was harm in letting him know.
"Uh, yeah, your older selves are together - and... " With a sudden gasp, he added, "I just remembered. Your older selves mentioned wanting to visit Hill Valley, today. The older Jerome wanted to visit his mother, I believe." He decided it was best not to reveal what became of Jerome father. "You do have children - three of them, in fact." He decided it was best not to mention who the father of one of them was. Everything would turn out fine, back in 1985 - and he did not wish to worry the younger Esme. "Our families are pretty close." He glanced down the corridor, before adding, "I was going to eat at the food court with my family. Would you care to join us?"
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After taking Marty Jr to the washroom, Jennifer figured that the rest of the troupe were already in the food court. As the duo stepped outside the washroom, she caught sight of her husband - along with younger Jerome and Esme. Since neither her children nor that of older Jerome and Esme knew about time travel, he hoped the younger version of his friends would not mind using an alias.
"Mommy, who are they?" asked Marty Jr. "They look familiar to me."
Jennifer nodded to Jerome and Esme, hoping that they would answer for themselves.
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As Marty turned around, he saw a bunch of teenagers who appeared to be about his age, or a little older. The blond twins also looked familiar. There was also a little girl who looked to be about five or six.
"Hi, there," called out the blond boy who was wearing a Pantera tee-shirt. "Say, you look familiar. What might your name be?"
"My name is, uh, Robert Lewis," Marty replied - choosing the names from Huey Lewis and Robert Plant from Led Zeppelin. He noticed his twin stepping up from one of the computers. "That is my twin brother, uh, Jimmy Lewis." Calling to his twin, he said, "Hey, Jimmy!" He hoped his twin would take the hint to not use his real name.
"Well, Robert and Jimmy, it's a pleasure to meet you," called out the other blond twin, wearing a plain grey shirt. "My name is Jules Brown - and this is my twin brother, Verne."
"Hi, Jules and Verne," called out Marty, flashing a lopsided smile. He wondered if those boys were actually related to Doc Brown, somehow. They not only had the last name Brown, but Jules Verne was Doc favourite author. Could they actually be... Doc's children? "So, uh, who might the rest of you be?"
OOC: Jules and Verne actually do have crushes on Gina and Tina Vincent - but neither are ready to admit it, since the Vincent twins were their friends from childhood. Besides, Verne would not want to admit anything to his teasing brother. Verne is more the ladies' man of the two.
Also, I figured that Maxwell would be dead - since I think Carmelita was younger than seventeen when he died, and I see no reason for it to change in this universe. Correct me if I'm wrong, though.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Apr 23, 2011 10:20:42 GMT -5
OOC: It’s good that you’re able to appreciate the more recent rock music. I know you like Alice in Chains and the Foo Fighters, even though they aren’t exactly new. They don’t seem that old to me, though. I am not really a fan of rap, either, and never have been, since most of what I hear is so focused on violence against women. ~ “I’m Jesse Sanford,” Jerome answered automatically, “and this is my girlfriend…” What had Marty Sr. called Esmé earlier? Before Jerome could so much as rack his brain, Esmé answered promptly: “Eliza. Eliza Stewart. And who might you be, honey?” she asked Marty Jr. His shy smiled quickly drove her to lead Jerome by the hand and over to the little boy who so strongly resembled the McFly twins. ~ The Squalor family and the two McFly siblings had all crowded together at the largest available table offered by the food court. Extra chairs had been dragged over from the neighboring tables, but everyone had enough room to spread out their food. Little Seymour’s place was in his mother’s lap from where he sucked contentedly on his bottle. Esmé had just finished wiping a spot of milk from the corner of his mouth when her eyes caught sight of something from across the room. Making sure to keep one hand wrapped securely around Seymour, she raised her other hand and pointed. “Jerome, look. Isn’t that Marty and Jennifer over there?” Jerome, who had been munching happily on a McDonald’s French fry, turned his head in the direction his wife was indicating. “It sure looks like them. Though I wish you wouldn’t point, darling. It’s rude. Someone we don’t know might think it’s them you’re referring to and be offended.” “Oh, darling, don’t worry so much,” Esmé said, but lowered her hand anyway. “No one is paying any attention. Besides, I don’t think Jennifer and Marty even saw me. They’re too busy talking to that pair of teenagers. Jerome, what time did you tell your mother we’d be driving up with the girls?” “Five o’clock.” Jerome glanced at his watch. “It’s one o’clock now, and it takes just over an hour to get to my mother’s mansion. We have plenty of time yet, so there’s no rush.” “Jenny-fer!” Emma chanted. “Mar-tay!” She followed in her mother’s example, only instead of her finger she used a French fry with which to point. “Speaking of those two,” said Carmelita, “those two teenagers they’re with look awfully familiar.” “How can you tell,” asked Jerome, “when all we’ve received so far is a view of their backsides?” “I’m not sure. But there’s something about them that makes me feel I’ve met them before…” ~ “My name is Violet Baudelaire,” said the young woman whose black hair was tied up in a ribbon. She was very pretty, with blue eyes, and appeared to be in her early twenties. Her hand was linked with that of a boy around her own age. His black hair was styled in a way so that it completely shielded his right eye. His complexion was astoundingly pale, or perhaps it only seemed so because his hair was so dark. “And this,” Violet added, “is my boyfriend, Quigley Quagmire.” “Hello,” Quigley said, just as two other individuals—a young man and a young woman—situated themselves on either side of him. Both had the same sapphire-blue eyes, black hair, and unusually pallid complexions as Quigley. The hair of the girl was swept across her right eye, while the boy’s hair was slicked back to reveal the entirety of his slender face. “I’m Isadora,” the girl said, “Quigley’s sister.” “And I’m their brother,” said the second boy, “Duncan.” “I’m Klaus,” announced a young man a little younger than Violet, “Violet’s brother.” Klaus had dark, wavy brown hair and kind, brown eyes behind a pair of thick, horn-rimmed glasses. Holding tightly to his hand was the small girl, who had the same brown hair and eyes as him. “And this is Sunny, our sister.” “I just turned five last month,” she announced proudly. ~ OOC: It’s sweet that Jules and Verne have crushes on Gina and Tina Vincent—and how cute that they happen to be twins as well! I can relate to Jules’ and Verne’s feelings of admitting to having crushes on two girls they’ve known since childhood. I think that’s part of the reason I never ended up getting together with my childhood best friend. No, you’re right; Maxwell died when Carmelita was thirteen, about a year after she’d been living with Esmé and Jerome.
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Apr 23, 2011 19:13:56 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, I used to be out of the loop when it came to any music that came out after 1990. I remember hearing about Layne Staley's death, and not really knowing what Alice In Chains sounded like. I never thought I would come to like the band as much as I do. I do like bands that are even newer, as well. I really like Adelitas Way - which, I think, started just two years ago. oooooooooo "I'm Marty Jr," the young McFly boy replied, as he held out his hand. "Yeah, I named him after me," Marty Sr replied, blushing a little. After all, that decision had not gone without some criticism, but he just happened to really like his name. Turning to his wife, he added, "So, uh, where are Marly and Alex?" "They're with Jerome and Esme," Jennifer replied, softly. She glanced nervously at the younger version of her friends, as she added, "I think they might be at the food court. Should we join them?" "Uh, Jenn, I'm not sure about this," Marty Sr replied, nervously. "Although, I guess the other kids are wondering where we went." Turning to the younger version of his friends, he added, "Just, uh, try to act natural." The younger versions of Jerome and Esme looked nervous, as they nodded. With that, the group began heading for the food court. oooooooooo Upon arriving at the food court, Marty Sr swallowed. The last thing he wanted to deal with was having his friends faint on him, and creating a scene. Suddenly, he caught sight of the older version of Jerome and Esme - along with the young ones. He was amazed by how mature Carmelita has gotten. He could still remember how she acted like a spoiled brat, when Esme first adopted her. However, through the gentle guidance of Esme and Jerome, Carmy has grown to become more mellow and thoughtful. Now the girl was in her last year of high school. He sighed, as he thought of how he had opted not to enroll his children at Prufrock Preparatory Academy. The knew that the children there tended to be snobbish, and Vice Principal Nero didn't exactly treat his students fairly. He still felt shocked by how Carmelita had taking a fancy to the man, but figured that it was not really his place to say anything. Still, he figured that even Mr. Strickland from his old high school was easier to deal with - even though the old man called everyone a "slacker", and was never encouraging of Marty's music career. "So, uh, how are you feeling?" Marty Sr asked the teen versions of his friends. oooooooooo "Good for you," Marty cooed, as he smiled at the little girl. Turning to the Quagmires, he added, "So you guys are triplets, eh? Not twins?" The Quagmires nodded, smiling. "Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like," Artie commented, "if we had a triplet. A girl, perhaps." "And she would be two minutes younger than me," Marty added. "Sometimes, I really dislike being the youngest in the family." "Jules is four minutes older than me," commented Verne, "but he often acts like he's much older. I think he needs to relax a bit." "Hey, now," Jules protested. "So, uh, how far apart in age are you guys?" Artie asked the Quagmires. "Come to think of it, even Isadora looks to be almost identical to you two guys." "If we had a triplet girl," Marty added, dreamily, "she would probably take after Mom. People do often say that we take after our mom - even though Great-Grandpa William, from our dad's side of the family, also looked like us." "Just like the McFly twins," Verne commented, awed. "How interesting." Suddenly, Marty blushed - as he realized that he had forgotten that he was twenty years in the future. OOC: Did you catch the allusions I made to my other ASOUE Universe?
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on May 23, 2011 19:51:16 GMT -5
OOC: I started writing this on Saturday, and have just now gotten it done. Again, I’m so sorry for taking ages with it, and thank you once more for your incredible patience. You and Alice in Chains sound like me and Nirvana. I never took an interest in them, until more than a year after Kurt Cobain died. I tend to enjoy all sorts of alternative bands that come out nowadays. I’ve never heard of Adelitas Way, but will certainly look them up. “Oh, I think we’ll be all right,” replied Esmé confidently, and glanced at Jerome for confirmation. “Won’t we, Jerome?” Even as he nodded agreeably, there was something in Jerome’s face that betrayed his uncertainty. Although he knew the future version of himself better than even his friends and family, there was no telling how the older Jerome was going to react when he took notice of his teenaged self. The same could be said of Esmé who, for reasons the teenagers had yet to grasp, looked quite delicate. Not in a physical sense, but in her state of mind. It was as if life had dealt her more sorrow than joy, and she was only just beginning to learn what it means to be happy. “Um… Er… Excuse me,” the younger Jerome began nervously, and everyone at the table turned to stare. The redness in his face increased, but he forced himself to continue. If he didn’t, then he would do what his father often referred to as ‘clamming up’. As a young child, Maxwell Squalor’s accusations were just plain cruel. “You’re like a clam, Jerome,” he had taunted, whenever Jerome grew shy around those he was meeting for the first time, or didn’t know well. “Do you think anyone is going to want to be friends with someone who communicates no better than a mollusk?” Jerome watched, anxiously, as the adult version of himself raised his head and smiled pleasantly. “Why, hello there.” The man’s eyes drifted briefly to Marty Sr., who was standing with one hand on the shoulder of each teenager. “And who might you two be?” Jerome and Esmé introduced themselves, using the same aliases they had given Jennifer and Marty Jr. Jesse is blushing the same way I used to, contemplated the older Jerome. As for Eliza, her blue eyes shine with a sadness that is still, after all these years, reflected in the eyes of my beautiful wife. Although he had more than a hunch as to who Jesse Sanford and Eliza Stewart trult were, Jerome decided to keep his beliefs to himself—at least for now. ~ “I’m the oldest,” Quigley told Marty and Artie, “by eight minutes.” “I’m in the middle,” Isadora replied. “I was born five minutes before Duncan.” “Our parents used to tease me about that,” Duncan admitted, rather embarrassedly. “They used to say that, if I had a choice, then I’d stay within the boundaries of creation forever.” “My father is a triplet,” Violet informed the McFly twins. “That is to say, my biological father.” “Violet is Sunny’s and my half-sister,” Klaus emphasized. OOC: I did! It took me a minute to catch it, but after I re-read the post with the McFlys, Baudelaires and Quagmires, I was thought “OMG! It’s Isadora!” ^^
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Post by Very Funky Disco on May 30, 2011 21:02:30 GMT -5
OOC: Trying to get back into writing, again. "So, uh, how do you guys do?" Marty Sr asked, somewhat nervously. "By the way, thanks for watching over my daughter and nephew." "I'll take Junior to get something to eat," Jennifer added, softly. To the rest of the crowd, she added, "I'll be back, shortly." "Gotcha," Marty Sr replied, flashing a lopsided smile. He glanced between the older and younger version of Jerome and Esme. So far, none of them had fainted. It surprised him, a little - since, if he recalled correctly, this was younger Jerome and Esme's first trip through time. "So, uh, how are the kids doing?" oooooooooo "That is quite interesting," Marty remarked, as he could not take his eyes away from the Quagmire triplets. While he was not exactly an expert on triplets, he wondered if Duncan and Quigley really was identical - if Isadora was born in the middle. "Indeed, it is," agreed Artie, nodding. "It's also interesting that you know another set of triplets, and one of them is your friend's father. Say, Violet, have you always known that... that this Lemony guy is your father?" "What kind of music do you guys like?" Marty added, flashing a lopsided smile. "They play some great music, here in the cafe. What do you guys think of... Led Zeppelin?"
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Oct 28, 2011 10:38:28 GMT -5
GOD. My sincerest apologies for the time it took me to write and get this up! However, here's a long post to make up for it. “We’re quite well, thank you,” replied the younger Jerome. He smiled softly, as he laid a comforting hand atop his girlfriend’s. “Now that we’re here, of course.” “What do you mean by that?” his counterpart inquired. For a moment, the young man appeared stricken. But Esmé, always the quick wit in a dire situation, intervened. “What he means,” she explained, “is that we were terribly bored, sitting at home on a Saturday afternoon with nothing to do. So we decided to take the bus and spend some time in Hill Valley.” “Yeah,” Carmelita said, “us, too, only we drove. That is, I drive. I just got my license,” she added proudly. “Congratulations,” applauded her adoptive father’s equivalent. “I haven’t gotten mine yet. Then again, it isn’t really necessary, seeing as Es—E liza and I live in an area where you can either walk or use local transportation.” “Is that right?” smiled the elder Esmé. “Where do you live?” ~ “Actually,” Violet began, “I lived most of my life believing Bertrand Baudelaire was my birthfather. When I discovered the truth, it was like watching the sky clear after a storm. It was the morning of my thirteenth birthday, and I was busy preparing for the party my parents were throwing for me. I was sitting in my room, combing my hair, when my mother called to me from her room across the hall. I went, and found her sitting at her vanity. As I drew closer, I saw that she was clutching something. A blue velvet box, which she placed in my hands. “‘I was waiting until I felt you were old enough to give this to you,’ she said. ‘But I think that time is now.’ “As I lifted the lid of the box I saw, to my amazement and confusion, what appeared to be an engagement ring. Not the one my father had given my mother, but a different one, one I had never seen before. When I asked her what this meant, she told me that Bertrand Baudelaire was not my birthfather. My birthfather was Lemony Snicket, a close friend of our family and my mother’s childhood sweetheart.” Violet paused, glimpsing the understanding faces of her fiancée, siblings, and friends. Settling her gaze back on Marty, she said, “He was also the man she’d intended to marry.” Klaus, along with the Quagmires, had been engaged in a conversation with Marty. “Although I don’t much care for rock music,” Klaus said, clamping a hand down on the shoulders of Quigley and Duncan, “the Quagmires here are quite the fans.” “He means me, too,” Isadora interjected quickly, so as not to be left out. “I guess you can say our musical tastes are a lot like family genes,” Quigley said with a smile. “Yeah,” added Duncan. “When we were young, our parents always had something like Led Zeppelin blasting from either the radio or CD player.” “Don’t forget about the record player,” Isadora pointed out, before turning back to Artie. “Our mother has quite an impressive collection of Janis Joplin vinyl albums. She’s very traditional, our mother. So much that she refuses to buy or even listen to a CD or tape that was originally released on vinyl.” “Unless it’s classical music,” Duncan said, and grinned. “Hey, Quig, Izzy? Can you imagine if time-travel actually existed? I’ll bet she would give away all of her classical CDs, then force us all to relocate to the seventeenth or eighteenth century!” Isadora took note of the odd looks exchanged between Marty and Artie, but said nothing. “Our mother believes CDs and tapes ruin the traditional mood of the music,” Quigley put in, and rolled his eyes. Not in an annoyed manner, but one suggesting disbelief in the idea that anyone—even one’s own parent—could be so old-fashioned. “Are either of your parents like that, Art?” Duncan asked. He didn’t stop to consider how Artie would react to the nickname. OOC: The names of Jerome's grandfather and ex-fiancee - and possibly grandmother - are different in V.F.D. Training Days than they are in Opening Up, so is it okay if I insert the new names into those other posts? I think the names are only mentioned in the posts I wrote, but wanted to check with you before making any changes.
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Oct 31, 2011 23:20:38 GMT -5
Yeah, that sounds great - and I like your update. I'll try to get something up, tomorrow.
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