tearmeanewone | DIX + [Fourth Wall Catch-All]

[Elizabeth]

[Action]

[Elizabeth is joining the ranks of those overwhelmed by the sudden influx of people in Luceti. Really, the crowds are starting to make her feel very nervous as someone used to more open spaces and limited interaction during her errands. What's worse, her puppy Nemo keeps trying to sniff at strangers, so Elizabeth keeps apologizing as she tries to navigate to the grocery store and back.]

[Voice]

I'm sure everybody's noticed that there are tons more people in Luceti than there used to be-- what's going on? Are there even enough apartments for everyone?

[Vastra]

[Action]

[And conversely, Vastra is completely unsurprised by what's happening. Typical Luceti, after all. It's an extremely eclectic mix of people at least, and Vastra is happy to see that. Still, it does make walking around a little difficult, and ever since the Edmundo Incident she can't feel 100% comfortable just walking around unarmed. So she has her sword prominently displayed on her back when she moves around the village and observes the crowds and interactions amongst the newcomers.]

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[There’s a lot on Marty’s mind to say the very least, and his stomach’s more in knots than when he had been stuck in the car with his not-yet mom, counting the seconds in his mind and sweating through his shirt. He alternates between a jog and a brisk walking pace, sometimes ending up walking backwards just to make sure there’s nothing important he’s missing while he searches the village wide-eyed, feeling an icy trickle of dread.

And speaking of ice, it’s snowing. Actually snowing in October. This couldn’t be any more wrong. Oh no. Oh God, no.

He had to get back to the DeLorean, back to Doc to warn him, to save him before Doc was lost to him forever. In his fearful, all-consuming hunt for the DeLorean – and for anything familiar in his surroundings – he ends up bumping carelessly into Vastra.]

[Vastra is keeping her eye on who's running around and looking mystified, and the boy does catch her eye. Though frankly, she doesn't expect him to smack right into her, and by the time she realizes he's going to run into her she can't get out of the way in time.]

Excuse you. [She says, nostrils flaring slightly in irritation.]

Sorry, ma'am --

[He apologizes reflexively, hurriedly, though he spares a second to glance over his shoulder, a hand half-raised in an awkward, please-don’t-be-mad-enough-to-smack-me-with-your-purse-if-you-have-one sort of placating gesture.]

[And then he actually sees her.]

[And then comes the short but undignified scream.]

Aaagh!

[He nearly falls on his ass while stumbling back a few steps, wondering for the umpteenth time in a week if he's dreaming. Please don't tell him he's somehow stuck in an episode of Science Fiction Theatre.]

[Vastra looks vastly unimpressed as the young man stumbles around--not to mention wholly unsurprised. The reaction was par for the course, after all.]

Don't get too excited, you might just faint.

…What? [He blinks, frowning thoughtfully as he tries to reconcile her unhuman appearance with the really fancy clothes. And now he feels like an ass. It occurs to him that he should probably ask for help seeing as he doesn’t seem to be getting anywhere on his own, but he’s not sure if she’ll be so obliging from the sound of things.]

Sorry, I just wasn’t really expecting… [That’s probably not the best way to start his explanation. He peters off, his hand reaching for the nape of his neck.]

Look, lady, I... I really don’t belong here. [Wherever here is. The lack of cars in his midst isn't very encouraging.] Where am I? [And then, with narrowing eyes (and a cracking voice):] When am I?

That is the most astute observation you have made thus far. [Vastra eyes him, still slightly annoyed that he trod all over her skirts.] Of course you weren't expecting me--no one does. But I'm afraid none of us really belong here, and the exact location of where and when we are is quite unknown to everyone.

But the town is called Luceti, and before you try walking to the next town over you should know there is a barrier surrounding it. I am afraid you are stuck here.

[None of this sounds very good, well, what of it he does manage to absorb while his mind is spinning. And now he thinks he is feeling a little faint.]

Ah, ah geez, I must be dreaming... [He pauses to rub at his forehead and then rake his hand through his hair while looking around. And then he turns to look to her again.]

What do you mean nobody knows where this is? There's... there's gotta be a, a map or, or something... how the hell does anyone get here, anyway? [Just by waking up like he does?]

Just by waking up, like you did, inside the barrier. Though most of us aren't quite as dressed as you are. [Vastra raises an eyebrow at him, clearly judging his choice of puffer vest.]

There is a map, though. I don't have my journal on me, did you pick up yours?

[He glances self-consciously to his vest for a brief moment. It’s a totally rad get-up, what with the two-tone denim jacket and spiffy button-down shirt too.]

Wait a minute, what journal are we talking about?

[Here’s the part where he wishes Doc were here and bringing him up to speed, or trying as much. Because even if Marty doesn't always understand what comes out of inventor’s mouth, the certainty with which the old man often spoke was vaguely reassuring at the least.]

It should have been somewhere nearby when you woke up. Approximately this size-- [She indicates with her hands.] --it has all of the information you would need about Luceti, as well as several communications functions.

[Vastra raises an eyebrow and looks perturbed at the many layers he seems to be wearing.] And aren't you at all uncomfortable in all of that? It's much better if you let them outside of your clothes.

Communications… great. [He latches onto the word, hopeful. He’s still not exactly sure how a journal will help him in that regard, but then again the DeLorean turned out to be hell of a lot more than a mere sports car.] So all I gotta do is find it and –-

[And then all of what Vastra has said sinks in and he breaks off, staring bug-eyed at her.]

Excuse me? [Marty has another super quick look at his clothes before a weak, lopsided grin quirks his lips. He shifts his weight.] Uh, no! No, I’m, I’m good – [He interrupts himself] - great, actually. Very comfortable. I like them in my, uh… clothes.

[He lets out a sad attempt at a chuckle before his smile falls, all sorts of unsure about what they’re actually talking about.]

[Vastra looks at him, ever testy and disbelieving. Silly boy, he was going to make himself sick, crushing his wings like that.]

If you're certain...

Anyway. Yes, you can communicate with everyone in the village with your journal. It should be somewhere around where you first appeared.

[Only able to contact people stuck here, huh? Maybe, if he were lucky enough, Doc was here too. It was a stretch, but he had to hope he was within reach. And with the closest thing to a plan in mind, he's feeling a little better.]

Right... no problem.

[He takes a breath.]

I'm kinda looking for someone and I was wondering if you've seen him -- Doc, er, Dr. Emmett Brown? He's a pretty tall guy with white, wild hair, and he's... [He frowns mid-thought, lips thinning.]

... my best friend. [He adds in a low voice, feeling a dull pang in his throat as he struggles to push away the nightmarish memory of Doc's death in the Twin Pines parking lot.]

DIX + [Fourth Wall Catch-All]

nooooo idea what I'm doing

THAT'S OKAY. 8D

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