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Post by csc on Jun 12, 2012 20:25:35 GMT -5
I'm excited  . |
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Post by Kensicle on Jun 12, 2012 21:34:00 GMT -5
Great installment! And a journey through 667's history? Sounds great, Scott! Sixteen!
And I like the "green tint" bit as well.
Trikip's involved with Libitina? I wonder where that willl lead...
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Jun 12, 2012 22:30:07 GMT -5
Trikip and Libitina are siblings in real life, btw.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2012 22:53:06 GMT -5
I usually run away from Trikip and Libitina too.
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Post by thenarrator on Jun 15, 2012 1:39:05 GMT -5
Ah! Time travel. Ain't that fun?
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Post by BSam on Jun 15, 2012 4:51:39 GMT -5
Would that this hoodie were a time hoodie!!
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Post by Sixteen on Jun 15, 2012 5:59:19 GMT -5
Would that this hoodie were a time hoodie!! You are my favourite. Guys, the whole Libby and Trikip thing is just a pun on the Libyans in the original story. Don't get hung up on it. |
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Post by thenarrator on Jun 15, 2012 11:13:53 GMT -5
Would that this hoodie were a time hoodie!! What? Time machine's become outdated? The TARDIS is still going strong......so..... |
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Post by BSam on Jun 15, 2012 12:05:18 GMT -5
Would that this hoodie were a time hoodie!! You are my favourite. TIME TRAVEL IS REALLY HARD TO WRITE! |
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Post by A on Jun 15, 2012 19:21:15 GMT -5
JEALOUSY TOWARDS KENSICLE BEING IN A 667 FIC!!!
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Post by thenarrator on Jun 15, 2012 23:39:23 GMT -5
TIME TRAVEL IS REALLY HARD TO WRITE! Not really. I always write that kind of stuff. |
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Jun 16, 2012 0:03:19 GMT -5
He's quoting Community.
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Post by BSam on Jun 16, 2012 1:51:58 GMT -5
BSam, stop being meta, why do you always have to take whatever happens to us and shove it up it's own ass?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2012 10:25:38 GMT -5
Come on I'm dean, and my hands are so clean. At this moment, I am stapling.
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Post by Sixteen on Jun 18, 2012 11:43:54 GMT -5
Chapter 2
Kensicle gasped as the light vanished and tugged the wheel to the right, narrowly avoiding the tree which had just appeared before her. She slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a halt. Cautiously, she opened the door and stepped outside.
She found herself in what appeared to be a town square. There were signs above some of the surrounding buildings. To her left was what seemed to be a library named Ravaged Resources. Nearby was a tourist office with Foreboding Feedback printed in welcoming script on the awnings. Kensicle skipped quickly past a dilapidated building with Relentless RPGs graffitied onto its boarded windows. In the middle of all this, there was an open park with small stalls dotted throughout. The fences around its edges were chain-linked with tiny letters reading Menacing Miscellaneous. At the top of the park stood a clock tower which had stopped at seven minutes past seven. Kensicle recognised these names as the boards of 667 Dark Avenue. The programme was representing them as a town square, but she was yet to see any members around the place. Just as she was about to get back into the DeLorean, she heard a cry from the direction of the clock tower.
She walked towards the top of the square and noticed a lavish gazebo that had been set up temporarily. There was a red carpet leading up to the steps and many people were gathered around its edges, carrying flashing cameras and autograph books. She realised this was an awards show of some description but rather than an atmosphere of goodwill and celebration, the mood was one of disappointment and outrage. Kensicle joined the shouting masses around the red carpet and gently tapped one member on the shoulder.
“Excuse me,” she said. “What’s happening? Is something wrong?”
“Oh, hello Kensicle,” Groge replied. “I thought I saw you signed in over there earlier.” He gestured to the other side of the carpet. “Didn’t you hear what Tragedy said? Countess Violet rigged the votes. She was that Raven person and loads of other accounts too. I wondered why we never saw them in the same room together and why they looked so similar. You know what, it actually makes a lot of sense.” Kensicle smiled, trying to keep up with this conversation with a person she had never met.
There was a puff of smoke and a loud bang from the stage. Countess Violet had vanished. From the crowd there were alternate cheers and boos as everyone realised she had deleted her account. Kensicle gasped as she saw herself on the opposite side of the red carpet. Confused and scared, she turned around and began to run away.
“Smile!” said F.D., snapping a Polaroid picture of Kensicle as she ran past. “No need to look so worried, Kensicle,” he laughed as he handed her the photo. Kensicle shoved it into her pocket and made her way to the DeLorean. These people knew who she was and she had seen another version of herself already. That could mean only one thing: in her haste, she had accidentally travelled forward in time rather than back. This time she would do it right. She jumped into the car and looked at the dials. To test the water she picked a date she knew would be safe. It was long before she joined 667, but she knew the site would have been busy at the time. She accelerated towards 88 kbps and locked in October 18th, 2005.
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