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Marty McFly ([personal profile] heymcfly) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2016-06-12 09:56 pm

happy birthday (open mostly!)

WHO: Marty McFly and YOU!
WHERE: Various places.
WHEN: June 12th, Marty's birthday.
WHAT: Catch all for this month basically.


Marty didn't expect people to bow the streets when he passed on his birthday, but he figured people would at least wish him a good birthday, maybe send him a present or two if he was lucky. A little smile and a nod passing down the street, even. Most of this was kind of farfetched anyways, since the new friends he's met here didn't really know about his birthday (unless imPorts' birthdays were passed around like celebrity house information in New York City), and it wasn't like he bothered to announce it anyways. There was one person who knew his birthday for sure, and that's what had mattered to Marty.

Until Doc changed.

What he had expected to be a good day had turned to utter shit in a matter of hours. People were milling through other weird problems going on, Doc was bald and completely unaware of anything, and most of his other friends were probably too busy to do anything else. If this is what being an adult had to offer, Marty would happily pass.

He's sitting on the stoop of a house now, looking at the only gift he had received today. Along with it came a letter from the Doc (normal Doc?), stating that this pocketwatch was in fact a Brown heirloom. Given to the oldest son on their eighteenth birthday. Normally, Marty would be touched by such a big surprise (and he was!), but when his best friend could hardly recognize him at all, it made him more sad than anything else. Honestly.

He carefully shuts the watch and slips it into his pocket, before muttering out loud, "This birthday sucks."


When in doubt, make your own birthday great. It wasn't like he couldn't; as of now, Marty McFly was a legal adult. If he wanted to go to Florida, he damn well could.

Of all the things he hoped would be invented in his home world, Ports was one of them. He didn't have to worry about airplanes, or money, or waiting in line while someone inside of the plane held up the entire boarding line by putting all one-thousand of his bags away in storage. All he had to do was take a little walk, and bam! From De Chima, all the way down to Florida.

He was pretty sure that it was every little kid's dream to go to Cape Canaveral to see all the cool stuff NASA had to offer. Space ships, pieces of meteorites, whatever. Going on big vacations wasn't something often discussed in the McFly household (at least, as far as Marty could ever remember) so why not take one now?

Marty steps through the Porter, and when he gets there...he has no idea what to do. He imagined this place to be one giant rocketship launcher. Not an actual place.

When in doubt, ask, right? "'Scuse me, do you know how to get to the space station?"


Pennsylvania weather apparently was awful, a lot of the time. Everyone from sunny California always said that if you wanted to be depressed, PA was the place to go. It was always very rainy and glum, especially if you made it into the places near the mountains. The darker colors always was the kicker.

That's not the original reason why Marty goes to Maurtia Falls, though. He wants to continue this birthday thing he has going on, to try and distract himself from the fact that his friend has gone apeshit crazy on his eighteenth birthday. He knows nothing about this city, other than the fact that people live here. And apparently, it's a little...shifty.

It's not enough to stop him from going through the Porter, and making his way onto the streets. The skies overhead are (surprise!) dark and cloudy, and it smells like it could rain.

Marty turns his attention to a nearby cafe, right across the road, when the thunder starts to boom. A second later, he feels a waterdrop hit his head. Before he can think about running across the busy street to take shelter, it starts to downpour. He's instantly soaked to the bone.

Of course.

You might find a very grumpy, a very frustrated Marty McFly standing in the rain, while the crowd around him gets on by with umbrellas popped above their heads. What a very accurate way to describe today.


For what part of the day Marty wasn't sulking around outside, he was looking at this letter he got from Doc. Nothing made sense right now; the Doc in this letter sounded like how his friend was supposed to be. But the Doc that was walking around now was anything but this. He didn't know who Marty was, or what the definition of fun meant. The Doc Brown of today was nothing what he was supposed to be.

At first, Marty was damn upset. He was angry, then he was sad. Then he got this letter and the emotions repeated themselves all over again.

But now he was confused. How could this letter sound so...Docish, when Doc was anything but himself?

Maybe it was Doc's calculations. This letter did say that he was supposed to receive it nine days ahead of time, and he got it right on his birthday. His friend was absolutely brilliant, but that didn't meant that he was right about everything all of the time.

Or maybe it was something going on in the world itself. Maybe bad guy antics? Something. It had to be something.

After sitting in his room and re-reading the letter for the hundredth time that day, Marty folds it carefully in his pocket and heads next door. He's going to figure out what's going on with his friend, no matter what the other might have to say about it. Something's not right. Marty can feel it in his gut.

When he reaches the door, he knocks once before letting himself in. The usual Doc wouldn't mind this. "Doc? You home?"
superposition: (For idle hands to do)

De Chima

[personal profile] superposition 2016-06-14 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
If the house whose stoop he's on is Doc's, then Qubit's bound to be along sooner or later. He arrives in his usual manner - which is to say, a bright blue teleportal appears on the sidewalk out of nowhere, and a second or two later he comes striding through, closing it behind him.

It takes him another second to recognize the fellow on the steps. They haven't spoken much, if at all, but he's seen him around at parties and such. "You're Emmett's friend, aren't you?" he asks - and that right there clears up what's wrong, because Emmett is definitely not himself. "Marty, right?"
superposition: ((walk between worlds))

[personal profile] superposition 2016-06-15 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
It doesn't take a genius to see that the kid's absolutely despondent. Qubit approaches him up the walk, hands resting in his coat pockets.

"Well, maybe you can help me," he replies. "I've been trying to figure out what's the matter with him. He's not the only one acting strange the past couple days, either. But you and he already knew each other before you were brought here, didn't you?"
superposition: ((what are we talking about?))

[personal profile] superposition 2016-06-23 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"In any event, you know him better than anybody else here," Qubit says, clarifying. "If we can pinpoint what's wrong - what, precisely, has made him so wildly different from the Emmett we know - then we can find a way to fix it. I'm sure of it."

The determination in his voice is completely genuine. Rarely has he run up against a problem he couldn't solve, and this is going to be no exception; the trick lies in defining the problem. Qubit comes over and sits down on the steps next to Marty.

"But to do that, I need you to tell me everything you know about him. However insignificant it might seem."
superposition: ((top-of-the-line))

[personal profile] superposition 2016-06-29 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, whoops. "It's Qubit, sorry," he says. Pointing over his shoulder with his thumb, he adds, "I live here."
superposition: (And yet you start to recoil)

[personal profile] superposition 2016-07-03 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Well, considering it's also Doc's house, it's not at all surprising to find him here. "Oh, no no no! That's not at all what I was saying," Qubit says quickly, raising a hand partway as if he might need to grab Marty's sleeve (though he wouldn't). "All I meant was, Emmett's been nothing but a friend to me as long as he's been here. I want to see him back to his senses as much as you."

... All right, maybe not precisely as much, but feelings can't really be quantified for comparison anyway.
superposition: ((otherspace))

[personal profile] superposition 2016-07-05 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
No, it's fine, though. Different's not the same as wrong, Marty. Anyway, Doc's one of the few people anywhere near capable of keeping up with Qubit, intellectually. That so rarely happens back home, and Qubit's found he rather likes it. Eccentric geniuses, unite.

"All right." He gets to his feet as well. "Just... start at the beginning. How did you meet him?"
superposition: ((william hartnell eat your heart out))

[personal profile] superposition 2016-07-23 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Qubit has to smile somewhat there. Of course it wouldn't be something conventional. "Do you know anything about his life prior to that?" he asks.