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Emmett L. Brown ([personal profile] smallscott) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2016-03-27 02:35 am

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WHO: Teenaged Emmett Brown and you!
WHERE: Various places, largely centered around De Chima
WHEN: All along the week of the Pull Point plot!
WHAT: Small science investigations. Temporal fish out of water problems.
WARNINGS: None so far, will update if needed!

a. the time-shift

[It happens in an instant. Doc Brown is out on one of his usual walks, there's a shudder throughout reality, and among the many changes, the old man is replaced by a freckled teenager in a sorry state. The suit he's wearing is entirely ruined---moldy, stained, and ripped in a few embarrassing places. Oddly enough, his hair remains perfectly flat and neat for once in his life.

It takes a few minutes for the ache of disorientation to fade, and when it does, he slowly sits up. This most certainly isn't Hill Valley's town square. No---something hit him, like lightning, flashing in his mind a series of dreams about a place like this. A faint image of the man of science he might someday be.

But in the here and now, he makes a futile attempt at dusting himself off and makes his way to the nearest news stand. Two important observations: he's in a place called De Chima and the year is 2016.]

2016?! But that's eighty-five years---no wonder fashion's gone so downhill. And the vehicles, they...levitate, like the personal transport device?

[He approaches a random car on the street in a bit of a daze. When he's overwhelmed, a study of a somewhat familiar object is one thing to latch onto---but naturally the owner of said car gives him a look of disgust and drives off.]

Right, sorry about the intrusion. Moving on.

[He folds his hands behind his back and turns to walk somewhere, anywhere, with as much dignity as he can muster given his current sorry state.]

b. the telegraph

[Later, Emmett's managed a much-needed shower, changed into clean if stuffy clothing, and received a briefing on the situation. That faint memory? That was his future self, the one who will live and work here someday. Others are working on fixing this future, and while he would love to contribute, Emmett knows his slowly-building skills aren't quite up to the par of working with time machines.

Oddly, that thought makes his stomach flip. But for now he has a simpler mission: adapt to the 21st century for the time being. First order of business: the strange device that he'd found on the ground beside him. It belonged to his older self, and apparently it was a dramatically enhanced wireless telephone, digital library, film recorder, and radio? He marveled at it.

And this must be the inter-net search engine---ah! No, I suppose it's not. Attempt number fourteen failed.

[Whatever he did with his device, he seemed to keep accidentally hitting the flash. If there's obnoxious lighting getting in the way of your evening stroll, Emmett's probably the cause. Should anyone look at him, he greets them with a sheepish wave.]

c. struck like lightning

[As if the other bout of flashing wasn't bad enough, Emmett eventually runs into another problem. He's borrowed a few books about technological developments of the 20th century, and upon reading about the first hover cars, he snaps his fingers.]

Great Scott, that's it! Magnets, powered by sufficient electrical output---it's so simple, why didn't I think of it?

[As he slaps his forehead, he accidentally triggers an electrical discharge, causing his hair to fly in every direction. It only hurts a little, but he still forcefully yanks that hand away from his face with his other, staring at it in disbelief. Did he just...electrocute himself somehow?

Upon the first shock, he'll be terrified. But if anyone happens by a little later, they'll surely find him out on the grass trying to make as big of a lightning-ball as possible. He really likes pushing things to the limit.]

d. wildcard option
[Of course, it's also possible to catch him just about anywhere! He tends to walk at a brisk pace, his eyes always focused straight ahead, but he'll stop to investigate any and all curiosities at 'home' and around town.]
superposition: ((talk to me))


[personal profile] superposition 2016-03-31 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Having fun with the futurephone? Have you got the hang of text messages yet? 'Cause you've got a text message coming in.]

Emmett, are you busy? And if so, can it wait? I need your opinion on something, it's urgent.
superposition: (But now you know the truth about me)

[personal profile] superposition 2016-03-31 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Good. Alright. A couple of friends - it's Newt and Hermann, you know them - I think they're experiencing some kind of localized temporal displacement, but I don't know why. I need to find out if this is confined to them specifically or if it's indicative of a larger problem. Have you got anything that can trace a time warp?
superposition: (What difference does it make?)

[personal profile] superposition 2016-03-31 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, no. You too? How far back are you?
superposition: ((crossed arms))

[personal profile] superposition 2016-04-03 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow. No, it certainly wasn't.

[It occurs to him suddenly he had no idea how old Emmett was until just now. If the story about being from 2015 was true, that would have made him... 101? Ahaha no that can't be right. But the movies came out in the 80s, which would put him closer to 70, which is a little more believable... even so, he would have guessed 50-ish.

(This pointless line of thought is brought to you by the letter F, for Future)]

Well, how much do you know about time travel, at the moment? [He could have got his start young - Qubit certainly did.]
superposition: ((william hartnell eat your heart out))

[personal profile] superposition 2016-04-04 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Drat. So he's not gonna have much to offer by way of expertise...]

All right. That doesn't mean you can't help, still. I'm going to need multiple subjects in order to source the disturbance with any kind of accuracy.