As promised, here is the long awaited time travel RRR,* requested by Prarilius Canix, with enthusiastic support from E2MB and others.
Prarilius Canix proposed this basis for time travel theory:
At each moment, there are several thousand possibilities. Right now, just to mention three: I will continue typing this comment and post it; a giant rock will fall on my head and kill me, preventing me from posting it; or a lunatic from the future will pop out of a wormhole or other time machine and smash my computer. The first possibility took place in this universe, but the other two took place in parallel universes. If you go back in time and alter the past, you will create another parallel universe.
I feel that we must address certain issues before plunging in.
1) I suggest that we do not have more than 5 major characters. With more than that it just gets too confusing.
2) I suggest that we do NOT plan our characters in advance. We should start the story, and mold the characters into the story so that they fit perfectly.
3) We need to decide whether this is going to be magic or sci-fi. We can have a magical time portal (or something in that sort of aspect), or come up with a mostly plausible scientific explanation for how our characters will travel through time.
4) How should we portray time? Should we have it like a lake, delta, or waterfall?
Option 1: Lake
Going into the past, whatever you do forms the future that you came from. Example: A person goes back in time to discover the cause of a huge fire, and accidentally knocks over a kerosene lamp that causes that very fire.
Option 2: Delta
By traveling down a branch in time and altering history, when you travel forward in time you go up a different branch. Example: A person goes back in time to 1918 and gives flu medicine to his great-grandmother, who died from the flu, and goes forward in time to find that she is in fact now alive. There is the high possibility of a paradox with this setup, however – If a person goes and murders himself as an infant, he consequently disappears from existence.
Option 3: Waterfall
Only forward time travel is possible. This prevents any time-traveling paradoxes, but limits storyline.
5) We might not want to make the storyline to complicated, because then it will have a hard time attracting new writers later on.
1: So in the waterfall option, the actions taken once you travel forward still alter what happens even farther into the future, right? Also, there’s Option 4: River, which is like Delta but less complicated. Basically when you travel back in time and take actions, you alter the course of the river so the future is different than you’ve experienced. I vote Lake theory because I think that’s actually how time is. If not that, then anything but Delta is fine with me, because I think Delta is the least plausible. You almost have to think in terms of parallel universes to imagine it.
YAY! THIS SEEMS SO COOL!
1- I think a lake would be cool, or even a puddle. Read Chronicles of Narnia: The Magician’s Nephew? They travel to other worlds through puddles in a forest, so maybe we could travel through time in puddles.
I agree. Time Travel can be very confusing. The plot should be simple.
Thank you GAPAs for starting this! Btw it’s v 2007.7, not 2007.6.
My opinions:
1) PC thinks the limit is 4, so I agree with him. No more than 4 major characters, not including bad guys.
2) I agree.
3) I would assume this will be sci-fi. I vote sci-fi.
4) PC seems to think time should be like Option 2, so I say Option 2.
5) I agree.
3 – I have read The Magician’s Nephew. ‘Tis a good book.
(4) Thanks, E2MB. I knew it was 2007.7 and somehow didn’t notice I’d typed a “6.”
6 – Okay, good. I wasn’t sure whether I was being horribly nitpicky or not.
Prarilus Canix seems to have dissapeared. Oh well….
I claim the keeper!
Possible first segment…..
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Megan nearly chocked. “WHAT?” She spit out the chunk of cauliflower before it got lodged in her esophagus.
“What do you mean ‘what’?” her father asked.
Megan had always been curious about her father’s top-secret job that he had never revealed to her until just now. Most of her father’s projects she knew well about. He was a well-known engineer.
Megan repeated her question. “WHAT?”
“Our company is releasing a prototype of our time machine this Saturday,” he repeated back.
“B-b-but what about the time-travel theorum? And the grandfather paradox?” she stuttered.
“Oh, don’t worry about those old tales,” her father laughed. “Those won’t present a problem.”
“How can you be sure?” Megan frowned.
“Because our time machine has already been tested several times.”
“WHAT?” Megan really did choke this time. Her mother got up from her chair and whacked Megan on the back, which sent the green bean flying across the table and landing in a glass of water.
“You really need to stop shocking her like that, Robert,” she said to her husband as she sat back down.
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((Any good?))
Very good!
Hurrah hurrah! It’s here!
I think I had better not write just yet, because if there happens to be no moderation, story posts will be confusing. Therefore I shall wait until morning. (Aren’t I patient?)
Megan’s father sighed. He lay down his knife and fork deliberately, and looked at Megan. “Yes, it has been tested.”
“But by who?” Megan asked between gulps of water. Choking is not a pleasant experience and neither is shock. Megan had felt both in the space of two minutes.
Her father sighed again, clearly reluctant to say.
“Who?” asked Megan again. “Tell me NOW.”
10 – As I can see by post 11, not really.
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Her father sighed again. “By me,” he said. “I just had a little cosmic cleaning-up to do.”
“What do you mean?” Megan was annoyed her father was keeping this such a secret.
“Back when we were still designing the time machine, trying to figure out how to make it work, a perfect design happened to pop up one morning on my desk. So when we were wondering what to do for a test run, I picked up that peice of paper, went back in time to that night, dropped off the peice of paper, and came back again.”
Megan was horrified. “Father!” she almost yelled! “Don’t you see what you’ve done? Now you will have to spend the rest of your days using your time machine to go around and fix all ripples in timespace continuum!”
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Too weird?
12- I like it.
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Megan’s Father looked taken aback. “What gave you that Idea?The ripples are there. They’ve always been there. Any thing I do to fix the ripples will just create more of them.
” He drew a breath. “The thing is, Megan, The machine is very vulnerable, and I’m going to need to take it into isolation for awhile to run tests on it.” Megan was shocked. “You mean you’ll have to go away?” Megan’s father twisted his napkin in his hands and tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yes”
Megan was furious. She pushed away her plate and stood up from the table. “You go take your oh-so-secret time machine” she shouted at her father, “and-and-just go!” And with that she storm out of the room with her mother and father watching her in bewilderment.
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Is that any good?
12- Well, there was moderation. I had to write.
13- It is good indeed.
Okay, then….I guess any Time Travel RRR is bound to be weird. heh heh heh
I think the past cannot be changed, and attempts to change it merely create new paralell universe in which the change is how it happened. That’s what PC thinks, and it sounds good.
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“Well, you blew that, Arthur,” said Megan’s mother (Note that her parents do not yet have names). “I wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t speak to us for a week. You should have been more careful about your wording.”
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We haven’t clearly established Megan’s age yet. We have to do that to finish this story.
meghan lay sobbing agianst the paisley print of her pillow, her vision too blurred by tears to concentrate on the sci-fi novel that lay before her. Part of her sadness was out of fear for her fathers safety, and the remaining half was a strong sense of jealousy. Didn’t he know how she devoured fantasy and scienf fiction novels and how deeply she dreamed of such impossible things as a time machine? No he didn’t actually as most of the year he remained at his high-quality lab in New Zealand. He was home now for a brief three weeks and would soon return there.
She desperatly wished upon hearing those words that she could accompany him, despite the dangers. Yet in her thirteen year old mind such petty obstacles as danger ceased to exist once she wanted something. “Great,” she thought miserably. Now she would have to make that jealousy a fourth to make room for anger.
The bedroom door opened. Megan knew who it was without looking up. Her back stiffened. “Go away,” she mumbled into the pillow.
There was a sigh and her father withdrew, closing the door behind him.
Okay, Megan’s 13. Right. So, what comes next? How does she get to New Zealand?
19- Any particular reason why she should go to New Zealand?
Oh, duh.
How could I miss it?
Anyway, I think she should convince her dad to take her with when he tests the time machine. That would nullify the big cliche fight between them and leave her free to do whatever she’s going to do with the machine.
I don’t think so. He should go, something screws up(he dies or gets stuck in time) that forces her to use it herself.
22- Well, okay, but they have to make up to each other before he leaves, because otherwise we have the big clichè fight again. And they are so annoying.
here’s what I think it would be like:
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Meghan woke up the next morning with anxiety, her father was leaving today. She glanced over at the clock. “12:34,”she yelled, “Dad will already be gone, why didn’t my alarm clock go off!” She looked to the small machine to see a note from her Father.
Meg, I took the liberty of turning off your alarm clock, so you wouldn’t worry about me.
-With much love, Dad
“No,” she screamed in irratation and fear, “that won’t make things better!” she moaned as she threw on her day clothes.
Meghan rushed out the door, and yelled at her mom loud enough to convice her to drive her to her Farther’s lab.
When they arrived at the labratory, they noticed a note on the door. “Do not enter, time machine being tested,”she read,”who cares?!”she yelled, and ran past the door.
“No, Meg!”she heard her mother’s voice fading back behing the door. She dashed into the room to see a crowd of people behind a glass window, numerous men in bizzare suits and-
“Dad!”Meg screamed, her Father was behind a glass window in a metallic cylindrical machine. She could see her Father mouthing:”Meg, get out! They already started!” She felt strong arms pulling her to the door, but she fought back screaming and sobbing,”No, you can’t!”
The machine started to buzz and blue electricity sprang from the machine, as it began to wobble. Meg could make out her Father yelling. The operating suited man at the dash board yelled,”Get her out of here, something’s going wrong!”
“WHAT?”Meghan shouted. She heard her Father scream as the machine started to smoke. Blood splattered on the small glass pane, obscuring from veiw what was happening. Abruptly the small cockpit burst into flame.”DAD!” Meghan yelled again, sobbing. Slowly as she fought, the flame calmed down, and the two men dropped her to help with the machine. The operator lay on the control panel, face first with blood oozing on the ground. The two men took tongs carefully to open the door. A headless man slid from the chamber. Meghan screamed.
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phew!
oh oops, I wrote this before reading your comment, sorry.
Is it okay?
Too graphic, if you ask me. What’s more, the lab is in New Zealand, so they couldn’t just “go there.”
Plus, if the machine was that horrible, then Megan wouldn’t try it.
they’d fix it, and she’d be the only one brave enough to do it to save her Father. And I assumed they lived in New Zealend, I guess I wasn’t paying enough attention. Perhaps they had a temporary home near the lab when her father was working on it?
sorry about the graphic-ness you may want to re-write it for yourself.
Let’s see what other people say. *waits*
I thought maybe she could sneak on the plane and then get into the time machine before her father does. Just a thought.
25- It’s okay. I’m sorry, but I agree with Alice. Good job though.
29-that’s why I think one of you should rewrite it.
We should rewind to before Giminator’s post. Giminator, please try to keep the graphic-ness to a slightly more toned-down level. For example, you could just skip to after the accident like we did in Terraformed when we had to cut Kari’s microchip out. *is very glad Giminator wasn’t a part of that*
Oops, I kept misspelling his name. Sorry, Gimanator.
right, sorry, but you were warned on the dream thread
16 – The dad’s name is Robert! Read post 9!
29- Or you could, just following the story line a little better.
35- ‘Zactly.
Is the name spelled Megan or Meghan? *heads over to Wikipedia*
“Megan is a Greek name which is sometimes spelled as Meghan, Megen, Megyn, Meggan, Meggin, Meagan and Meaghan. According to the Social Security Administration, Megan was among the top 20 names for female babies between 1984 and 2001 in the United States, but has dropped to 40th since.”
Hmm. Some people have been spelling it Megan, some Meghan. Which shall we use?
37- Megan.
(34, 16) I’m flattered, I think.
39- And well you should be! You now have TWO characters in RRRs named after you.
38 – I agree.
40 – What is the other character?
I think we should rewind to before post 24. I agree, it’s a bit gruesome.
41- Robert is the wise librarian in the Fractured Fairy Tale RRR.
Backtracking to before post 24, because that post just doesn’t quite work….
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“Well, now what?” Megan’s father stomped back out into the living room. “She doesn’t want to talk with me!”
“Try again,” his wife told him. “Be calm, and try to be nice.”
Robert went back toward his daughter’s room.
Megan, anticipating him as soon as she heard footsteps, stood by the door, waiting.
Her father opened the door.
“How come you’re never home?” she told him, still sniffling. “You’ve been gone for months, then come back and tell us you’re creating inconsistencies in the fabric of the universe! How could you?”
Her father drew in a big breath. “You really are into time-travel, aren’t you?”
Megan silently nodded.
“Megan, why don’t you come to New Zealand with me?” her father said, trying to sound cheerful. “We might get to spend some quality time together, and maybe you’ll even come on our more thorough time-travel tests? What do you say?”
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Shall post more later.
“Sure. Whatever,” said Megan, closing the door and flopping herself on the bed again. I need to make sure you don’t mess up history, she silently thought.
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All right. I’m done for now.
This will probably get more interesting once they start traveling through time.
meghan should try to break the machine before her dad uses it so he can’t go, and she gets sucked into time.
45- Definitely.
Hmmm
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Megan’s father knocked on the her door gently. “what?” Megan called, trying to sound more irritated than she felt.
Megan’s father stuck his head through into her room. “I’m just reminding you that we need to go in 2 hours. “Fine” came the the reply.
Suddenly Megan sat up straighter on her bed. ” What did you mean when you said I’d help run tests. “Oh just small ones” he said cheerfully. “No actual time travel.” Megan sighed. “who’s going to be be doing the actual time travel?”
Megan’s father suddenly looked uneasy. “ehh.. I will.”
Megan started looking a little bit angry again. “Why do they always send to do the dangerous stuff?” she demanded. Megans father looked even more uneasy. “It was the wishes of The Company.” “The Company? What company?” Megan asked, looking uneasy herself.
Megan’s father looked at the ground. “Umm. Megan, I’ve to go pack now.” And he turned around and walked out.
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Is it ok?
Are we going forwards or back in time?
48 – Yes, it’s okay!
As to going forwards or back in time, we’ll work that out when the time comes.
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“Wait!” said Megan, running after her father. “Why does the company want YOU, of all people, to be doing the dangerous tests? You’re a famous engineer! You’d be too much of a loss to the company!”
“Yes,” her father said, “But losing you too would be too much for your mother. Now, I have to pack!” And with that he shut the door to his room.
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I think Megan should sneak on the time machine somehow during the tests.
Megan grumbled noisely as she folded her clothes into a leather suitcase, as well as a few novels, three packs of gum, and a notebook. After an hour or so all of her essentials were packed and she had worn out every possibility of a way to time travel in her head.She started toward the door, but the shine of a new bookcover caught her eye, slightly obscured by her bed skirt. megan retrieved it quickley. “Elizabeth the first” the cover boasted alongside a painting of said queen in a scarlet gown, dripping regally in rubies. Without a second thought she crammed it into a suitcase pocket and continued out the door.
Little did she know how important this book would be later.
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34-Sorry, I didn’t read it carefully, I suppose. Scratch “Arthur” and replace it with “Robert”. Good. What is the book with Elizabeth the First on it about, exactly? Is it a biography of Elizabeth the First?
52 – I would assume so.
Sooo…. I suppose Megan goes with her father to New Zealand, and secretly slips aboard the time machine when she is supposed to be merely testing it. But we have a problem there-someone has to be aboard the machine when it takes off, or the machine is stranded in the past or future. Oh, in an earlier post, I voiced my opinion on the time travel thing ( https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=937/#comment=16), but I only discussed travel into the past. Traveling into the future, everything you do forms the future.
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While on the ride to the Airport, Megan turned to face her father. “So..um… What’s new Zealand like anyway?” she said a little too cheerfully, trying to make conversation.
“Eh.. It’s quite lovely” Megan’s father was obviously distracted.
Megan sighed and opened her bag to look for some gum. The book caught her eye. She looked over at her father, then settled back into the seat and began to read.
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I had an idea. Note that each person on museblog has a different style of writing. We should have a thread where everybody writes on a broad setting, for example; a girl mourns over her father’s death at his grave. A number of MBers would write it the way they would put it. Every-body’s is different! Then perhaps we could have a judge or something.
56- No judge. But other than that, cool idea! Let’s do it! Only not mourning, please. *shudders at the thought*
57-I understand, and that was just an example of how many people could put their different veiws of it. You, for example, would focus on the girls sorrow(i think, based on previous experience). I would focus on the darkness and how she recalls on the event.
(56 ff) That reminds me of a book I read years and years ago, wherein each writer began with the same image and wrote a short story or poem. It was quite interesting to see what divergent paths the authors took with a simple subject. Why don’t you move this discussion off the time travel thread, however, and choose a starting point. Suggestion box, perhaps?
I shall do just that, thank you. Does this mean we don’t get a thread for it?
Here’s my idea- how is it?
-She read the tiny text tightly packed into the broad, numerous pages…
“There have been a considerably small amount of resources dedicated to our favorite Queen…” “Yuck. Who cares?” she thought. She fanned the pages with her thumb. “What a drag.”
Her father got up and said, “I’ll be taking a pit stop at McDs. He proceeded to mumble something about not enough time to eat breakfast. Megan sighed, and continued to rustle the pages. Type, type, and more type. All about some dumb Elizibeth gal. Suddenly, a piece of especially lightly- shaded paper among the yellowed pages of the biography caught her eye. Her naturally curious mind began to tick. She found the light spot, and discovered it to be a folded- up piece of paper, CONFIDENTIAL samped across it. As her unfolded the small square, her mind began to unfold to the possibilities…
61- Very nice!
Could it be a magic square? Or perhaps a secret hidden message? She finished unwrapping it at looked at it.
Dear Megan,
I’m sorry I couldn’t have spent more time with you over the past few years. I bought you a book, and put it into the back conpartment of your backpack. I hope you enjoy it!
Love, Dad
Megan groaned. Didn’t her father know he didn’t have to write “love” on his notes? Still, she opened the back conpartment of her backpack and pulled a small paperback book.
She looked at the cover and grinned. She was going to enjoy reading this.
By the time the plane landed in New Zealand, Megan was halfway through the book for the second time.
“Hey Meg,” said her dad, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Come on.”
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Never having been on a plane, I can’t do more than that.
They walked slowly down the crowded aisle. Megan looked up at her father. How could he do this? Now she understood HOW he would travel in time, but why? Why would he risk himself? Her tall, capable father, who never took the chance of harming her or her mother. Why would he be willing to do this now?
She looked up. She could barely see, because her eyes were not used to seeing the world’s colors and shades after the black and white pages of the book. This may have been a good thing.
Woven into her father’s expression was- well, small things- a gray hair, a wrinkle on his cheek- but it amounted to a picture of extreme frightfulness at what would happen in the lab the next day. Megan could only dutifully follow after the long swishing tail of her dad’s labcoat off the plane.
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Does it work out?
I’ve got it!! when they go back/forward in Time they wind up in a place where fantasy intertwines with reality; Backwards in Time: time before Griffins, Dragons et cettera were driven to extinction, OR future: cloned dragons/griffins/etc. or genetically altered creatures to make dragons/griffins/etc.
66 – Yes, it works out fine!
I remember my first posts on RRRs. I was unsure whether they would work for the story too.
Is this fantasy or science-fiction?
68- I don’t know.
I think my first posts were actually rather confident, because everyone was in dire need, so they were bound to be pleased about whatever I wrote, so long as it made the story move forward.
68- Sci-fi. Definetly. There would be no mention of the lab if it wasn’t sci-fi.
70 – Then we may not be able to use the idea in 67.
“Hey dad,” Megan muttered as she half glanced up from her book to make sure she was still following him. “Did you know that some scientists think the gamma rays emmited by black holes are actually the remains of objects sucked inside?”
“I thought you’d enjoy that book,” her father grinned. The Theory of Relativity and Beyond was the book’s title.
Megan suddenly bumped into something smooth and shiny. Her eyes squinted as she tried to make out what it was.
“Get in the car, bookworm,” her father said cheerfully. “There is something called too much of a good thing, you know.”
Megan got into the car silently.
When they arrived at the lab, Megan finally looked up. It took a minute to be able to walk without tripping over her own feet, but when the bright spots had cleared from her eyes, she saw the lab for the first time.
It was enormous, made of concrete painted white, and it had a metal fence twenty feet high. In short, it was not a place that you could easily miss. It probably attracted more than enough attention, here in the perfect countryside, to make up for it’s security. Unless, of course, no one ever came here.
You know, I think traveling into the future allows you to change what is to come, because you have seen the future, and you can guess how to prevent what you saw. Does that make sense?
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At her father’s lab, the car stopped and they got out.
“Here we are,” her father said. “You’ll be testing the machine to make sure it functions well after several trips. Of course, you’ll only be making really short trips, and you’ll be coming back right away. Okay?”
“Yes,” Megan replied grumpily as they went inside.
74- Nope. You can’t change the future. Say, you went into the future and saw that you were going to die in a car accident. You were so frightened of this that you became anti-car, until you were kidnapped by the car people, and the van you were in crashed. If you had never taken steps to prevent your death, you would not have died. Get it?
And who’s continuation are we using?
Soon, however, Megan’s grumpiness melted away when she saw the inside of the lab. From the front gate, which scanned her father’s eye before opening, to the door of the testing room, that sucked all impurities, like water and salt, before letting them in, she was blown away. Was that an electron microscope? Was that emormous box a supercomputer? And was that test tube really filled with ununoctium? Her mind was filled with exitement and awe.
Unfortunate that Megan had already had her senses blinded by fear. “Dad,”she asked,”is that really what you’re going in?”She pointed at a large brass cylindrical machine. It looked rusted and old. Arthur sighed.
“Megan, you don’t have to worry, I’ll be fine.”Megan glared at her Father, knowing he was avoiding her question, but she answered it herself.
“Yes.”She mumbled sadly under her breath.
“Anyways, Meg, we have to get ready, come on!”He said, urging her to follow him.
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That’s all I pictured. I think after they veiw the lab, they stay the night. Megan gets too scared and attempts to break the machine, consequentially getting sucked in herself. Any questions?
75 – Just delete the first sentence of post 74 and we’re fine.
PC is back!!!!! I can’t wait for him to come to this rrr!
she probably breaks it on the way in, too, so no one can follow her.
Wait is the book her dad gave her about elizabeth or something else?
Megan trotted after her father into a spacious room, with multiple racks draped in clothing from every period you could imagine. A woman of twenty or so, with violet hair and poufy-renaissaince style dress was arranging soemthing. “hey, Jen, this is my daughter meghan,” her father introduced. The woman had a suprisingly serious demenor when she shook megan hand. “Pleaseth to be meeting thou, Megan,” she responded with a slight bow. “Dad-,” meghan began. Her father looked suddenly nervous and quickley hrabbed a packet from “Jen” then rushed out the door.
Yikes! If characters are going to be speaking Elizabethan English, please make sure they handle their verbs and pronouns properly. It’s easy.
“Wait!” said Megan. “Where are we going?”
“To a hotel,” her father replied. “All I needed was this packet. The time-traveling I’ll do tommorow.”
Jen soothingly spoke to Megan. “Thoust shall not worry.” Megan, enthralled by this magnificent lady, actually, for a moment, forgot her worries and really belived everything would be fine and all was well. Moments do go by quick, and she soon worridly wondered what the contents of the tiny packet were.
Though in the back of her mind, she knew, she really knew that this queer little room was to distract her from the fact that her father had recieved the time machine fuel and was heading for his little trip along the paths of Time.
82- Oops, sorry E2MB, I didn’t see your comment.
84 – No, it’s okay. This happens a lot in RRRs. Let’s use yours.
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“If it’s all right with you,” Megan said, “I need to go see my father now.”
With that she ran through the door to see the time machine door open. Her father was getting in, and closing the door…
“WAIT!” cried Megan, running toward the time machine, grabbing onto the door. But it was too late. The door was shut.
Megan pulled on the door, but then a swirl of rainbow-colored mist filled the room and engulfed her. Megan realized she was traveling through time.
The time machine began to spin. “AAAUUGGHHH!!!” screamed Megan as she lost her grip and went sailing through black nothingness until she landed with a thump on something wet.
Megan looked around. She was on the lawn in front of her house. Her mother was watering it. “Mother?” she said in suprise.
“EEEEK!!!” Megan’s mother shreiked. “Megan, what’s happened to you? You look so much….older!” Uh-oh, thought Megan.
She ran inside and glanced at a newspaper. Good greif, she had traveled back in time 3 years! What was she going to do, stranded like this in time?
Her mind began forming a plan. She had to tell her father what was going on, so in the future he could come back and get her.
Suddenly her mind was racing. Maybe this was the reason he had invented the time machine in the first place! And why he had brought her along on the tests!
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Is your head hurting yet?
She remembered, three years ago, her mother had said she had seen an older version of Megan on the front lawn. This was that time. But how do I get back? I’m trapped! If that stupid machine had come with me…
Suddenly her father appeared next to her. “Megan! There you are! When I realized you had accidentally gone in the machine, I used the ‘Chaser’ function to follow to the same time you went to. Useful function, the Chaser…”
“Wait a minute, Dad,” interrupted Megan. “Aren’t we both trapped now?”
“Not with this little gadget!” her father said proudly, brandishing what looked like a cigarette lighter from his pocket. Megan knew her father didn’t smoke, so she wa very intrestrested in what he was going to do with it. “I’m required to bring it on time-trips. Naturally I won’t have to use it when we figure out how to make the machine come through time with the traveler.”
“But what is it?” Megan asked, very annoyed.
“A Pocket Time Boomeranger,” replied her father. “It’s linked with the machine, allowing us to return to the time of the most recent trip-from our point of view of course. Hang on.. I’ll activate it…”
He turned the device on. A silvery flame appeared at the end, and it grew, completely engulfing Megan’s world of three years ago. Suddenly the flame was extinguished, and Megan and her father were falling through blackness… With a thump, they landed back in the lab in New Zealand, just outside the machine.
“Amazing…” murmered Megan. “That thing is amazing…”
Um, that’s pretty good, but it’s a teense inconsistent. Can I edit it a little bit?
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She remembered, three years ago, her mother had said she had seen an older version of Megan on the front lawn, but her father hadn’t said anything. This was that time.
She ran into the house. “DAD, DAD!” she hollered. Her dad from 3 years in the past came. “Megan?” he gaped. “Wh-wh-what happened?”
“Dad, you have to invent a time machine!” Megan hurridly explained. “I’m Megan from 3 years in the future! I was throwm back in time by the time machine you have to invent and you need to know that you have to rescue me!” She then ran into the backyard before her past father could say a word.
Suddenly her father from the present appeared next to her in the backyard. “Megan! There you are! When I realized you had accidentally gone in the machine, I used the ‘Chaser’ function to follow to the same time you went to. Useful function, the Chaser…”
“Wait a minute, Dad,” interrupted Megan. “Aren’t we both trapped now?”
“Not with this little gadget!” her father said proudly, brandishing what looked like a cigarette lighter from his pocket. Megan knew her father didn’t smoke, so she wa very intrestrested in what he was going to do with it. “I’m required to bring it on time-trips. Naturally I won’t have to use it when we figure out how to make the machine come through time with the traveler.”
“But what is it?” Megan asked, very annoyed.
“A Pocket Time Boomeranger,” replied her father. “It’s linked with the machine, allowing us to return to the time of the most recent trip-from our point of view of course. Hang on.. I’ll activate it…”
He turned the device on. A silvery flame appeared at the end, and it grew, completely engulfing Megan’s world of three years ago. Suddenly the flame was extinguished, and Megan and her father were falling through blackness… With a thump, they landed back in the lab in New Zealand, just outside the machine.
“Amazing…” murmered Megan. “That thing is amazing…”
81- Sorry! I love history but elizabethan is not my speciality. Thanks for the link!
Don’t worry. I’ll help.
Whew. I shouldn’t leave for so long.
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Megan shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Suddenly she asked her father, “Is that why you built the machine? To get me back?”
Her father smiled wearily. “Yes, that was originally why I began to build it, but then I realized that you must have had a time machine to get there, so I was really building the very thing that trapped you.” He took a breath. “Also when I didn’t see the older you again I figured you had gone back.”
Megan smiled. “Why didn’t you destroy it once you figured that out?”
“I tried to, but the company said that ‘it was a great advancement’ they don’t realize how dangerous it can be.”
Megan was startled. “Dad, who excactly is this company?”
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Make any sense?
Does the time machine transport you to other places, too, or does it drop you off wherever the machine happens to be located in the present?
93- Its seems like it transports because megan went from new zealand to her house to new zealand. I dunno.
93 – If you jump into the swirling mist, you get the grab bag. If you run the time machine, concivably you could steer it anywhere on earth with nobody actually noticing you were there.
92 – Yes! Exactly what I was getting at.
Okay, I’m here, but not writing. I haven’t time.
Robert sighed. “Oh, Meg. The company- they build what they call, ‘innovative designs for the future’ but there is much more to it. You see, shortly after your visit-”
“Shortly after your visit- what?” Megan prompted. Her father let out another sigh, this one even lengthier and melonchany. “Shortly after your visit, I was captured by the company’s henchmen-” Meg gasped- “for my creativity and critical thinking skills and made to work for them. Yes, they give me a steady income to sustain me and to satisfy my family, but they practically control me. I was assigned the time machine assignment and worked hard because I did not know what would become of you if I did not. This company’s hopes are not to save lives or cause happiness but to make enough money to-” Meg shouted, “Is it true?”
Her father replied with a solomn nod of his head.
Wow! Shocking, really. *shakes head gravely*
99- What do you mean?
It is time to add the concept of bad guys, right?
102-the company??? Maybe I dunno.
Megan was shocked. Stuff like that never happened in real life! Her mind automatically strayed to the hundreds of fantasy and science fiction novels she had read in which people were bribed and blackmailed into doing things against their will. Ah, how Megan had adored those novels! She had eaten them up, blissful in the knowledge that none of it was real. Now she wanted to burn them all.
“But DAD,” she sobbed. “How could you? I–” She burst into a fresh wave of tears. In the books, the protagonists stayed strong. They refused to give in, and they always, always, defeated the villains. If her dad gave in to the company, then was he no longer the protagonist? Or was he? Would everything be made better, with her there to see it? In a novel, that was what would have happened.
But Megan was no fool. She knew that life was not a novel, even though it sometimes felt like one, and that it didn’t always have happy endings. And this fact was the greatest tragedy of her thirteen years.
I accidentally asked this to be put on Don’t Forget These Threads. Just a mistake. Okay, it looks like the company is now the villian. At this point it looks like time is like a lake (Option 1, post 1.). So Megan can’t go back in time and prevent the company from being formed.
104 – Time indeed seems to function like a lake in our story, but don’t forget that they can still safely do whatever they want in the future without having to worry too much about wrecking the timespace continuum.
I really apologize, I have no inspiration right now.
105-Space–time.
Jen chose that moment to bustle in, the skirts of her emerald dress making a swising sound agianst the floor. Her watery blue eyes were wide as she took megans father by the arm and lead him away. While they whispered secretively in the corner, megan pouted. she was a mixed bag of anger, frustration and boredom, yet overly-excited. She had learned too much yet not enough.
okay, I’m not very good at this. That last bit was completly useless as were the majority of my bits. I need to add more things of substance!
*feels apathetic* Maybe when some of the other RRRs are over, I’ll feel more excited about this one.
I’m still not inspired. Sorry. *waits for inspiration*
OOPS! I came in at the beginning and then forgot about this. Can I join?
111- Please do.
107- It wasn’t useless! You added a segment to the story, that might inspire someone ’cause most of these people aren’t “inspired.” (No hurt feelings intended)
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Megan, still as curious as ever, took a closer look at the groundbreaking discovery laying in front of her. Well, the time machine wasn’t laying, exactly. It perched on three legs that looked like at some time had been the fins to a shining rocket but now had chosen a more humble approach to existance. She also noticed that in some places where the brass had completely decayed a cool, smooth, and black central layer that was not quite glass, plastic, or metal was exposed. Her attention then turned to a broad pinkish button on the side that had said something but now only a capital letter D on the left side of the button was visible.
Suddenly a slight noise or movement behind her made her look up. What she saw was not pleasing to her in the least.
113- You might not be inspired either if you had as many projects as I do. And this story just doesn’t do it for me. *shrugs* Sorry. But I’ll try to write sometimes, and that’s more than I can say for the other story that didn’t grab me.
114- It’s okay. Completely understandable. *pies anyway*
I left at a cliffhanger. Someone should want to continue writing.
IT’S BEEN THREE DAYS *FRANTICALLY WISHES POST WOULD GET ACTIVE AGAIN*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I will post, if someone could write a short summary.
118- It’s not that long of a thread; you could just read it.
Okay, sorry. We have different opinions of what’s worth reading.
118, 119 – *heads off to his word document*
Here’s the entire story so far, which I compiled, since I’m the keeper.
Megan nearly chocked. “WHAT?” She spit out the chunk of cauliflower before it got lodged in her esophagus.
“What do you mean ‘what’?” her father asked.
Megan had always been curious about her father’s top-secret job that he had never revealed to her until just now. Most of her father’s projects she knew well about. He was a well-known engineer.
Megan repeated her question. “WHAT?”
“Our company is releasing a prototype of our time machine this Saturday,” he repeated back.
“B-b-but what about the time-travel theorem? And the grandfather paradox?” she stuttered.
“Oh, don’t worry about those old tales,” her father laughed. “Those won’t present a problem.”
“How can you be sure?” Megan frowned.
“Because our time machine has already been tested several times.”
“WHAT?” Megan really did choke this time. Her mother got up from her chair and whacked Megan on the back, which sent the green bean flying across the table and landing in a glass of water.
“You really need to stop shocking her like that, Robert,” she said to her husband as she sat back down.
Megan’s father sighed. He lay down his knife and fork deliberately, and looked at Megan. “Yes, it has been tested.”
“But by who?” Megan asked between gulps of water. Choking is not a pleasant experience and neither is shock. Megan had felt both in the space of two minutes.
Her father sighed again, clearly reluctant to say.
“Who?” asked Megan again. “Tell me NOW.”
Her father sighed again. “By me,” he said. “I just had a little cosmic cleaning-up to do.”
“What do you mean?” Megan was annoyed her father was keeping this such a secret.
“Back when we were still designing the time machine, trying to figure out how to make it work, a perfect design happened to pop up one morning on my desk. So when we were wondering what to do for a test run, I picked up that peice of paper, went back in time to that night, dropped off the peice of paper, and came back again.”
Megan was horrified. “Father!” she almost yelled! “Don’t you see what you’ve done? Now you will have to spend the rest of your days using your time machine to go around and fix all ripples in timespace continuum!”
Megan’s Father looked taken aback. “What gave you that Idea?The ripples are there. They’ve always been there. Any thing I do to fix the ripples will just create more of them.
He drew a breath. “The thing is, Megan, The machine is very vulnerable, and I’m going to need to take it into isolation for awhile to run tests on it.” Megan was shocked. “You mean you’ll have to go away?” Megan’s father twisted his napkin in his hands and tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yes”
Megan was furious. She pushed away her plate and stood up from the table. “You go take your oh-so-secret time machine” she shouted at her father, “and-and-just go!” And with that she storm out of the room with her mother and father watching her in bewilderment.
“Well, you blew that, Robert,” said Megan’s mother. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t speak to us for a week. You should have been more careful about your wording.”
Megan lay sobbing agianst the paisley print of her pillow, her vision too blurred by tears to concentrate on the sci-fi novel that lay before her. Part of her sadness was out of fear for her father’s safety, and the remaining half was a strong sense of jealousy. Didn’t he know how she devoured fantasy and sciene fiction novels and how deeply she dreamed of such impossible things as a time machine? No he didn’t actually as most of the year he remained at his high-quality lab in New Zealand. He was home now for a brief three weeks and would soon return there.
She desperatly wished upon hearing those words that she could accompany him, despite the dangers. Yet in her thirteen year old mind such petty obstacles as danger ceased to exist once she wanted something. “Great,” she thought miserably. Now she would have to make that jealousy a fourth to make room for anger.
The bedroom door opened. Megan knew who it was without looking up. Her back stiffened. “Go away,” she mumbled into the pillow.
There was a sigh and her father withdrew, closing the door behind him.
“Well, now what?” Megan’s father stomped back out into the living room. “She doesn’t want to talk with me!”
“Try again,” his wife told him. “Be calm, and try to be nice.”
Robert went back toward his daughter’s room.
Megan, anticipating him as soon as she heard footsteps, stood by the door, waiting.
Her father opened the door.
“How come you’re never home?” she told him, still sniffling. “You’ve been gone for months, then come back and tell us you’re creating inconsistencies in the fabric of the universe! How could you?”
Her father drew in a big breath. “You really are into time-travel, aren’t you?”
Megan silently nodded.
“Megan, why don’t you come to New Zealand with me?” her father said, trying to sound cheerful. “We might get to spend some quality time together, and maybe you’ll even come on our more thorough time-travel tests? What do you say?”
“Sure. Whatever,” said Megan, closing the door and flopping herself on the bed again. I need to make sure you don’t mess up history, she silently thought.
Megan’s father knocked on the her door gently. “what?” Megan called, trying to sound more irritated than she felt.
Megan’s father stuck his head through into her room. “I’m just reminding you that we need to go in 2 hours. “Fine” came the the reply.
Suddenly Megan sat up straighter on her bed. ” What did you mean when you said I’d help run tests. “Oh just small ones” he said cheerfully. “No actual time travel.” Megan sighed. “who’s going to be be doing the actual time travel?”
Megan’s father suddenly looked uneasy. “ehh.. I will.”
Megan started looking a little bit angry again. “Why do they always send to do the dangerous stuff?” she demanded. Megans father looked even more uneasy. “It was the wishes of The Company.” “The Company? What company?” Megan asked, looking uneasy herself.
Megan’s father looked at the ground. “Umm. Megan, I’ve to go pack now.” And he turned around and walked out.
“Wait!” said Megan, running after her father. “Why does the company want YOU, of all people, to be doing the dangerous tests? You’re a famous engineer! You’d be too much of a loss to the company!”
“Yes,” her father said, “But losing you too would be too much for your mother. Now, I have to pack!” And with that he shut the door to his room
Megan grumbled noisely as she folded her clothes into a leather suitcase, as well as a few novels, three packs of gum, and a notebook. After an hour or so all of her essentials were packed and she had worn out every possibility of a way to time travel in her head.She started toward the door, but the shine of a new bookcover caught her eye, slightly obscured by her bed skirt. megan retrieved it quickley. “Elizabeth the first” the cover boasted alongside a painting of said queen in a scarlet gown, dripping regally in rubies. Without a second thought she crammed it into a suitcase pocket and continued out the door. Little did she know how important this book would be later.
While on the ride to the Airport, Megan turned to face her father. “So..um… What’s new Zealand like anyway?” she said a little too cheerfully, trying to make conversation.
“Eh.. It’s quite lovely” Megan’s father was obviously distracted.
Megan sighed and opened her bag to look for some gum. The book caught her eye. She looked over at her father, then settled back into the seat and began to read.
She read the tiny text tightly packed into the broad, numerous pages…
“There have been a considerably small amount of resources dedicated to our favorite Queen…” “Yuck. Who cares?” she thought. She fanned the pages with her thumb. “What a drag.”
Her father got up and said, “I’ll be taking a pit stop at McDs. He proceeded to mumble something about not enough time to eat breakfast. Megan sighed, and continued to rustle the pages. Type, type, and more type. All about some dumb Elizibeth gal. Suddenly, a piece of especially lightly- shaded paper among the yellowed pages of the biography caught her eye. Her naturally curious mind began to tick. She found the light spot, and discovered it to be a folded- up piece of paper, CONFIDENTIAL samped across it. As her unfolded the small square, her mind began to unfold to the possibilities…
Could it be a magic square? Or perhaps a secret hidden message? She finished unwrapping it at looked at it.
Dear Megan,
I’m sorry I couldn’t have spent more time with you over the past few years. I bought you a book, and put it into the back compartment of your backpack. I hope you enjoy it!
Love, Dad
Megan groaned. Didn’t her father know he didn’t have to write “love” on his notes? Still, she opened the back compartment of her backpack and pulled a small paperback book.
She looked at the cover and grinned. She was going to enjoy reading this.
By the time the plane landed in New Zealand, Megan was halfway through the book for the second time.
“Hey Meg,” said her dad, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Come on.”
They walked slowly down the crowded aisle. Megan looked up at her father. How could he do this? Now she understood HOW he would travel in time, but why? Why would he risk himself? Her tall, capable father, who never took the chance of harming her or her mother. Why would he be willing to do this now?
She looked up. She could barely see, because her eyes were not used to seeing the world’s colors and shades after the black and white pages of the book. This may have been a good thing.
Woven into her father’s expression was- well, small things- a gray hair, a wrinkle on his cheek- but it amounted to a picture of extreme frightfulness at what would happen in the lab the next day. Megan could only dutifully follow after the long swishing tail of her dad’s labcoat off the plane.
“Hey dad,” Megan muttered as she half glanced up from her book to make sure she was still following him. “Did you know that some scientists think the gamma rays emmited by black holes are actually the remains of objects sucked inside?”
“I thought you’d enjoy that book,” her father grinned. The Theory of Relativity and Beyond was the book’s title.
Megan suddenly bumped into something smooth and shiny. Her eyes squinted as she tried to make out what it was.
“Get in the car, bookworm,” her father said cheerfully. “There is something called too much of a good thing, you know.”
When they arrived at the lab, Megan finally looked up. It took a minute to be able to walk without tripping over her own feet, but when the bright spots had cleared from her eyes, she saw the lab for the first time.
It was enormous, made of concrete painted white, and it had a metal fence twenty feet high. In short, it was not a place that you could easily miss. It probably attracted more than enough attention, here in the perfect countryside, to make up for it’s security. Unless, of course, no one ever came here.
“Here we are,” her father said. “You’ll be testing the machine to make sure it functions well after several trips. Of course, you’ll only be making really short trips, and you’ll be coming back right away. Okay?”
“Yes,” Megan replied grumpily as they went inside.
Soon, however, Megan’s grumpiness melted away when she saw the inside of the lab. From the front gate, which scanned her father’s eye before opening, to the door of the testing room, that sucked all impurities, like water and salt, before letting them in, she was blown away. Was that an electron microscope? Was that emormous box a supercomputer? And was that test tube really filled with ununoctium? Her mind was filled with exitement and awe.
Unfortunate that Megan had already had her senses blinded by fear. “Dad,”she asked,”is that really what you’re going in?” She pointed at a large brass cylindrical machine. It looked rusted and old. Arthur sighed.
“Megan, you don’t have to worry, I’ll be fine.” Megan glared at her Father, knowing he was avoiding her question, but she answered it herself.
“Yes.” She mumbled sadly under her breath.
“Anyways, Meg, we have to get ready, come on!” He said, urging her to follow him.
Megan trotted after her father into a spacious room, with multiple racks draped in clothing from every period you could imagine. A woman of twenty or so, with violet hair and poufy-renaissaince style dress was arranging soemthing. “hey, Jen, this is my daughter meghan,” her father introduced. The woman had a suprisingly serious demenor when she shook megan hand. “Pleaseth to be meeting thou, Megan,” she responded with a slight bow. “Dad-,” meghan began. Her father looked suddenly nervous and quickley hrabbed a packet from “Jen” then rushed out the door.
Jen soothingly spoke to Megan. “Thou shalt not worry.” Megan, enthralled by this magnificent lady, actually, for a moment, forgot her worries and really belived everything would be fine and all was well. Moments do go by quick, and she soon worridly wondered what the contents of the tiny packet were.
Though in the back of her mind, she knew, she really knew that this queer little room was to distract her from the fact that her father had recieved the time machine fuel and was heading for his little trip along the paths of Time.
“If it’s all right with you,” Megan said, “I need to go see my father now.”
With that she ran through the door to see the time machine door open. Her father was getting in, and closing the door…
“WAIT!” cried Megan, running toward the time machine, grabbing onto the door. But it was too late. The door was shut.
Megan pulled on the door, but then a swirl of rainbow-colored mist filled the room and engulfed her. Megan realized she was traveling through time.
The time machine began to spin. “AAAUUGGHHH!!!” screamed Megan as she lost her grip and went sailing through black nothingness until she landed with a thump on something wet.
Megan looked around. She was on the lawn in front of her house. Her mother was watering it. “Mother?” she said in suprise.
“EEEEK!!!” Megan’s mother shreiked. “Megan, what’s happened to you? You look so much….older!” Uh-oh, thought Megan.
She ran inside and glanced at a newspaper. Good greif, she had traveled back in time 3 years! What was she going to do, stranded like this in time?
Her mind began forming a plan. She had to tell her father what was going on, so in the future he could come back and get her.
Suddenly her mind was racing. Maybe this was the reason he had invented the time machine in the first place! And why he had brought her along on the tests!
She remembered, three years ago, her mother had said she had seen an older version of Megan on the front lawn, but her father hadn’t said anything. This was that time.
She ran around the house. “DAD, DAD!” she hollered. Her dad from 3 years in the past came. “Megan?” he gaped. “Wh-wh-what happened?”
“Dad, you have to invent a time machine!” Megan hurridly explained. “I’m Megan from 3 years in the future! I was throwm back in time by the time machine you have to invent and you need to know that you have to rescue me!” She then ran into the backyard before her past father could say a word.
Suddenly her father from the present appeared next to her in the backyard. “Megan! There you are! When I realized you had accidentally gone in the machine, I used the ‘Chaser’ function to follow to the same time you went to. Useful function, the Chaser…”
“Wait a minute, Dad,” interrupted Megan. “Aren’t we both trapped now?”
“Not with this little gadget!” her father said proudly, brandishing what looked like a cigarette lighter from his pocket. Megan knew her father didn’t smoke, so she wa very intrestrested in what he was going to do with it. “I’m required to bring it on time-trips. Naturally I won’t have to use it when we figure out how to make the machine come through time with the traveler.”
“But what is it?” Megan asked, very annoyed.
“A Pocket Time Boomeranger,” replied her father. “It’s linked with the machine, allowing us to return to the time of the most recent trip-from our point of view of course. Hang on.. I’ll activate it…”
He turned the device on. A silvery flame appeared at the end, and it grew, completely engulfing Megan’s world of three years ago. Suddenly the flame was extinguished, and Megan and her father were falling through blackness… With a thump, they landed back in the lab in New Zealand, just outside the machine.
“Amazing…” murmered Megan. “That thing is amazing…”
Megan shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Suddenly she asked her father, “Is that why you built the machine? To get me back?”
Her father smiled wearily. “Yes, that was originally why I began to build it, but then I realized that you must have had a time machine to get there, so I was really building the very thing that trapped you.” He took a breath. “Also when I didn’t see the older you again I figured you had gone back.”
Megan smiled. “Why didn’t you destroy it once you figured that out?”
“I tried to, but the company said that ‘it was a great advancement’ they don’t realize how dangerous it can be.”
Megan was startled. “Dad, who excactly is this company?”
Robert sighed. “Oh, Meg. The company- they build what they call, ‘innovative designs for the future’ but there is much more to it. You see, shortly after your visit-”
“Shortly after your visit- what?” Megan prompted. Her father let out another sigh, this one even lengthier and melonchany. “Shortly after your visit, I was captured by the company’s henchmen-” Meg gasped- “for my creativity and critical thinking skills and made to work for them. Yes, they give me a steady income to sustain me and to satisfy my family, but they practically control me. I was assigned the time machine assignment and worked hard because I did not know what would become of you if I did not. This company’s hopes are not to save lives or cause happiness but to make enough money to-” Meg shouted, “Is it true?”
Her father replied with a solomn nod of his head.
Megan was shocked. Stuff like that never happened in real life! Her mind automatically strayed to the hundreds of fantasy and science fiction novels she had read in which people were bribed and blackmailed into doing things against their will. Ah, how Megan had adored those novels! She had eaten them up, blissful in the knowledge that none of it was real. Now she wanted to burn them all.
“But DAD,” she sobbed. “How could you? I–” She burst into a fresh wave of tears. In the books, the protagonists stayed strong. They refused to give in, and they always, always, defeated the villains. If her dad gave in to the company, then was he no longer the protagonist? Or was he? Would everything be made better, with her there to see it? In a novel, that was what would have happened.
But Megan was no fool. She knew that life was not a novel, even though it sometimes felt like one, and that it didn’t always have happy endings. And this fact was the greatest tragedy of her thirteen years.
Jen chose that moment to bustle in, the skirts of her emerald dress making a swising sound agianst the floor. Her watery blue eyes were wide as she took megans father by the arm and lead him away. While they whispered secretively in the corner, megan pouted. she was a mixed bag of anger, frustration and boredom, yet overly-excited. She had learned too much yet not enough.
Megan, still as curious as ever, took a closer look at the groundbreaking discovery laying in front of her. Well, the time machine wasn’t laying, exactly. It perched on three legs that looked like at some time had been the fins to a shining rocket but now had chosen a more humble approach to existance. She also noticed that in some places where the brass had completely decayed a cool, smooth, and black central layer that was not quite glass, plastic, or metal was exposed. Her attention then turned to a broad pinkish button on the side that had said something but now only a capital letter D on the left side of the button was visible.
Suddenly a slight noise or movement behind her made her look up. What she saw was not pleasing to her in the least.
*sighs* ugh, I can’t think of what to write…
121-Ooh, long post.
123 – Um, yea…
If you want to see LONG posts, go here.
124- Yes, they’re long! They’re whole CHAPTERS! Speaking of… *skips off to – you guessed it – edit* Well, not really, because I have to go to bed soon.
I will write, but later. I have no inspiration now.
It was her father, but he had long mangy hair, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was bleeding and bruised all over. He had a scar running all along his leg, and another from his left eye to his right cheek. Megan wanted to scream, but didn’t. Her father had left the room, so she was alone, thank the Lord.
“Oh no. Megan, I-I-I” was all he could say, because he suddenly collapsed.
127- Great idea for the story, but why does Robert talk and collapse after he leaves the room Shouldn’t he do that while he’s in the
room Still a really big thanks and pying for contributing.
Megan ran over. “Father? FATHER!!!” Her father didn’t move. His heartbeat could still be felt, but he was no longer breathing.
Megan began to panic. “JEN! JEN! COME QUICK!” There was no answer.
“SOMEBODY HELP!” Megan ran into the next room, and the next. But nobody was to be found anywhere in the building. Eventually she found a telephone. Megan frantically dialed 9-1-1 and soon there was an ambulance outside the main doors.
Megan could only watch helplessly as doctors and nurses carried away her father, attached to many bags and tubes.
At the hospital, one of the doctors shook his head. “There’s no way he’ll survive another week.” Megan felt like she couldn’t keep living too when she answered the phone at the lab that afternoon.
“Hello?”
“This is the Manoma Valley Medical Center. Is this Megan Gilbert?” (has someone already given them last names? if so, please correct me)
“Yes.”
“I’m afraid we have some bad news.”
“What?”
“Your father is in critical condition. He may not live to see tomorrow.”
So many things blurred through Megan’s head at that moment…living without a father, how he had gotten so injured in the first place, if the evil company had anything to do with it… Megan thought of her time-travel books. If only there was a way to alter the past, she could go back in time and prevent this from happening…but there wasn’t any way to change history. Time didn’t work like that.
Then Megan remembered her father wasn’t dead yet! All she had to do was go to the future, get some advanced medicine, and come back to save her father! She couldn’t change the past, but she could alter the future! Quickly Megan ran through the building to her father’s time machine.
The door to the time machine was ajar, and Megan ran inside. Then she looked at the complicated switchboard and remembered that she had no idea how to run the invention.
Nice, E2MB
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She tried to get her heartbeat under control. “Okay,” she thought to herself, “I can do this.” On the direct left side of the capsule’s window, she saw a big lever, like something you would expect to see on a bulldozer. It had a heavy lime- green handle and running along where it was conncted to the machine was a sticker. At one end of the sticker was a + sign, and reasonably, at the other side, was a – sign. She looked around, and nothing seemed to be as important as the lever.
“I just have to be-” she then grunted as she pushed the lever towrds the + sign- “Quick!” she thought as fog began to fill the room. She only hoped shecould be quick enough.
131 – Thanks!
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The mist began to swirl around the time machine. Random dots of light flickered around the windows. Megan thought she could faintly see some images of something floating in midair when there was suddenly a scraping noise, then a thud. The mist vanished.
Megan looked out the window. She was suprised to see she was on a beach. Didn’t the time machine only travel through time, not space? She stepped outside.
It was unbarebly hot outside. Megan coughed at the smoke that seemed to be everywhere. An enormous city stood before her. The impossibly high skyscrapers seemed to really scrape the sky. There were houseboats all along the edge of the water. Nowhere in sight was any non-industrialized peice of land.
Megan walked toward the city and saw how narrow the streets were. Not a car was in sight, everybody was either walking or riding a segway. Megan also noticed every one of them seemed to be wearing a surgeon’s mask.
A police officer on a segway rode up to Megan. “What are you doing without an air filter on?” he barked, though it was hard to hear him through his surgeon’s mask that was apparently an air filter. “Do you want to die?”
Megan coughed. “What’s the date?” she asked.
“July 2nd,” the policeman spat out. “Now get inside and put on an air filter!”
“I mean, what’s the date?” Megan asked.
“2041. DUH!” The policeman rolled his eyes. “Now GET INSIDE!”
She quickly realized the police officer was serious about the air not being safe. She darted into the nearest apartment building she saw, which, strangly enough, seemed to be made out of white synthetic rubber. Instead of a door, it had a giant pet flap on hinges from the ceiling. When she went inside, she saw that there were giant vents lining a white rubber hallway. She was wondering why everything seemed to be made out of white rubber when a voice from an intercom in the corner said, Please stand by. She then heard a great wooshing noise as the disgusting smog in the room was replaced with clean air. She then headed to the end of the hallway, where there was a twin pet flap. She proceeded to run through.
When she saw the room beyond, she realized that if she were trying to make her father well again, this was not the place to go. This room was also full of smog, more so than the other, and it was deathly silent.
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Huh. I’ve finished one RRR, time to join another. Great. At this rate, I’ll never be free of them.
she decided if she wants to make her father well, she must act soon, and stay clear of the smoggy room.
134- Which other one?
135- That was a PoPo. PoPoers should head to the random thread.
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She coughed, and quickly backed up through the flap again.
A voice behind her made her jump. “What were you doing in the waste containment room?” She whirled around. It was a girl, about 7 years old with long curly blonde hair and small blue eyes, behind big glasses, leaning against a vent on the wall. The girl then said, “Oh. I know. You’re a specialist?”
Megan thought the wisest thing to do would be to nod her head, which she then did. “Yes.” she told the young girl.
136- Terraformed.
137-hey since this one is in 2041 and world war last is in 2042 is there a way to add a thing about the sci-fi rrr?
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as soon as megan was certent that the girl was gone she snuck out of the room,wondering what a “specialist” was.
138 – Many people have not read the sci-fi RRR.
For those of you who havent, the sci-fi RRR contains a detailed projection of humankind’s future, starting in 2042. I suggest we not go in the future more than 2041 because inconsistencies will almost assuredly be created accidentaly by people who have not read the sci-fi RRR.
I’ll write in a little bit.
She had to find somebody fast. She was now back in the room she had started in, and the air quality was suprisingly clean (at least in comparison to the other room). Now that she was able to see, she saw an elevator on one wall. The elevator opened even before she had gotten to it, so she walked inside.
At first when she looked at the buttons, she was suprised by the sheer volume of them. There were 5 individual buttons for each of the 148 floors, with letters beside the number.
Megan looked at the possibilites. 1C, 24E, 99A… she pressed one randomly, hoping it would take her somewhere useful.
A flash screen showed the floor she was at. 1,2,3,45678…the elevator went up with alarming speed. Then all of a sudden, it stopped, jerking Megan off her feet.
Then Megan got a real scare when the elevator began going sideways! 56A…56B…56C…the flash screen read. Finally, the crazy trip stopped and the doors began to open. Megan sighed with relief.
138- No. Not a god idea. I’m not sure what Terra looked like in 2041, but not like this, that’s for sure.
141 – Terra was Earth in 2041. Terra was the name given to it after WWL.
But I agree, it’s not really a good idea.
Though I don’t see why Earth in the sci-fi RRR couldn’t have looked like this in 2041. Explain?
141- Because Jaa described it as beautiful. To quote, “Absolutely beautiful. Even in the midst of the Warming Effect, it had more variety of animals and plants than all the planets combined.” This doesn’t seem like that kind of place. Also, it seems like Earth then was like Earth now, with slight differences, such as more advanced technology.
143 – Maybe New Zealand was a special case of too much smog and population density. South America very well may have been beautiful.
144- Too true. But we still shouldn’t put it in this story, because there would be to many anomalies.
145-o.k.
Okay then.
I think a specialist should be related to the company.
Can someone post a summary, please? I’d like to join, but have no idea what’s going on…
149- Okay, I will. Megan’s dad made a time machine, then got really sick, so Megan decided to go into the future to find a cure. She’s in futuristic New Zealand right now.
and the company is the villan.
My first RRR post…
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My first RRR…..
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She stepped out of the elevator and glanced up and down the hall. There were white doors everywhere, and no way to tell where they went. Megan decided to turn left. She walked past white door upon white door. Megan noticed that the white rubber didn’t make any noise when someone walked over it. She slapped the wall and still didn’t hear anything. Megan had been walking for almost ten minutes when she finally came to the end of the hall. There was another elevator opening so she walked in and pressed another button. 148C. The elevator lurched up, grinded to a halt, and opened. Floor 148 looked just like floor 56. White, white, and more white. Megan turned right this time and walked past the white doors. “It’s not doing any good just walking around,” she told herself. Megan reached across the hall and tried to open the first white rubber door she touched. She jumped when the door shrunk into the ceiling. Inside, Megan could see several large yellow robotic arms spinning about on their bases and forming various white rubber objects. Megan reached up and touched the end of the door, causing it to expand and hide the robots. Megan looked behind her, and when she was satisfied that nobody was watching her, proceeded to open more of the doors.
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Ok. My first RRR!!!! I hope you like it. oh sorry for the one i just made too. My computer is goofy and likes to post things while I’m writing.
152- This probably isn’t the best RRR to join, I’d recommend a new one. Also, that wasn’t an RRR post. Completely pointless.
Sorry for posting on your RRR, everyone else.
153- Awesome! I can tell you’ll be a regular on this thread.
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The next few doors down yielded the same result as the first. Uuhgg. She sighed with stressfulness as she stared at the white rubber ceiling. As she dropped her gaze, though, she saw that each of the doors she had tried had the letters “R.M.T.” printed directly onto the doors in thick, black lettering followed by a dash and a number. She had tried doors R.M.T. -151, R.M.T. -152, R.M.T. -153, and R.M.T. -54.
Megan continued to walk past the doors with “R.M.T.” on them. When she got close to the end of the hall she noticed that one of the doors was labeled with symbols instead of letters and numbers. It looked like an upside down Q, a bicycle wheel, and two M’s, one upside down under the other. Megan tapped the door, but it didn’t shrink like the other ones. She tugged at the doorknob, but it was locked. Suddenly, Megan heard a voice behind her. “Why are you trying to go in the history room?” It was the blonde girl fron the first floor, she’d forgotten that the white rubber was soundproof. “Nobody is allowed in there, you should know that since the specialists made that rule”. “Oh, yeah. I was just…checking the locks…” Megan fibbed. She could tell the girl was getting suspicious, she had to leave and find somewhere to get medicine for her Father. “You wouldn’t happen to know where the hospital is would you? I heard that they umm…. moved it to floor 56”. “You’re from America aren’t you? We don’t need hospitals anymore, but the Americans still get sick every so often”. said the child.
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Ok. I’m thinking that maybe the people in the future are on the verge of eliminating all physical ailments and now Megan has to get to America because it’s the last place where anyone needs medical help. And then since the time machine doesn’t travel with the person, and her dad still has the Boomerang whatchamacalit she has to go into the history room to go back and blahblahblah.
sure just go with it
Grrrrrr. I can’t think of anything to write. I have that idea from 156 but I can’t get it into the story. Someone write something!!!!!!!!
“But–” Megan stuttered. “We – they – Americans have the best drugs and medicine techniques, and all that. Or they – I don’t understand.”
The girl looked at her more closely. “Who are you, anyway? You can’t be a specialist, they know more.” She looked furtively around her, and then grabbed Megan’s arm and pulled her into an elevator. She closed the doors and pushed a button that Megan was unfamiliar with. “There,” she said, turned to Megan. “Now we can talk. Where are you really from, and why are you really here? Oh, and by the way, my name’s Azalea.”
Megan was too flustered to note the irony of someone in this horrible environment being named Azalea. “I’m Megan,” she said awkwardly. “I’m from America.”
“Thought so,” said Azalea matter-of-factly, sitting cross-legged on the floor of the elevator. “Go on.”
When Megan remained silent, Azalea prompted, “You must be awfully sheltered, not knowing you have such inferior medical care.”
“I’m not, really,” Megan said truthfully. “I’ve got TV just the same as everyone else, and I read the news. It’s just that – well, I’m not really from this time. I actually come from 2007, and my dad made a time machine and I came here to find medicine for him, because he’s sick.” Having delivered her story, she sat unhappily and waited for Azalea to pronounce it true or false.
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there, that help, Un-pie? (Short for Unintended Pie, which was what I called you accidentally once.)
Oh, E2MB can’t Keep anymore, so someone else will have to. I’m not terribly satisfied at how this is turning out, so I’d rather not give myself ties to it like that.
160- Why can’t he? Why aren’t you satisfied?
161- He has almost no access to MuseBlog anymore, and he said on Terraformed that he couldn’t Keep anymore, so I assume that goes for here too.
I’m not satisfied because . . . well . . . I couldn’t really explain. It may have something to do with what Canix said about introducing the machine too early. It may be going too fast. But I’m not going to abandon you, don’t worry. I’m often dissatisfied. I’ll come round.
Oh yes… *sighs*
159-Hahaha. Un-Pie. Ummm. I think I can write more now. I could Keep too, if you trust my newbie-ish-ness.
Azalea stared at the wall, perhaps thinking. The elevator began moving down, and she spoke. “I’ve heard of you. The Company said that you tried to steal the time machine, and your father was helping.I don’t believe it though.” “What!? I’d never steal the time machine!” shouted Megan. “I know you wouldn’t. You can’t tell anyone though, because we are supposed to believe everything the Company says,” Megan couldn’t make any sense of what was going on. She had missed so much that it seemed like she was dreaming. Megan knew she wasn’t dreaming though, she had seen her father, and she knew that she pushed the lever to + inside the time machine. “Tell me what everyone believes happened to the time machine,” Megan said. “Well, your mother was awfully worried when you and your father never came home or answered her messages, she began pestering the Company, and spread the news that there was a time machine being built and tested. After that, the Company took over…” Azalea kept talking, she said that all the leaders were taken, and everywhere but America was now under rule of the Company. They were expecting America to turn itself over soon, since their people were all so poor and unhealthy. America was falling into ruins. It was like the Roman emipire. Megan began to lose interest, but snapped back when she heard Azalea say “and she died” “Who died?” asked Megan. “Your mother. They were furious that she exposed them before everything was complete. The Company killed our-your mother”. “Our mother?” sobbed Megan. “I was trying to avoid this, but yes, she was my mother too. She adopted me.” Megan couldn’t reply to this. Her crying was stronger than her voice. The elevator began to open, but Azalea pressed a button and it moved again. Eventually, Megan regained her composure enough to ask questions, though she didn’t really want to know, she had to find out what happened.
164- of course you can Keep. I trust you.
But one thing– it helps if you push return every time you start a new paragraph. Your posts are a little bit hard to read.
No offense meant.
165-Yay! The story is a bit more than 10 microsoft word pages long. I’ll try to seperate paragraphs more. I can’t think of any particular thing to write now, but I have some ideas. We should try to get that Elizabeth book back in if we can. I just noticed that it disappeared. I think we should make it the way to get back, but it’s missing a page and that page is locked in the history room or something. I’ll probably come back with something later.
166-None taken.
167- Good plan.
Grr. I’m going to write, but I’m being distracted so it might not be very good.
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“When did she adopt you?” asked Megan. “About 3 years ago. My real parents were left outside without masks,” Azalea looked sad, but she was strong. “Mother talked about you a lot. She knew you weren’t dead, and her determination to find you made the Company angry.”
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Ok. I’m not in the best mood to write, but maybe this will give someone else an idea.
I will not be able to contribute anything for a very long time. In fact, this may be the last post you see me make on MuseBlog for a very long time. I sincerely apologize.
170- ‘Bye! *waves handkerchief*
*Takes handkerchief and blows nose+wipes eyes* *sobs*
“So they killed her,” said Megan. Her insides felt hollow and her world felt like it would crumble away with a puff of wind. She remembered her mother’s arms around her, bringing her a glass of water after a nightmare. Nothing would ever be the same again. Unless I could go back, she thought. I could save mother as well as father. I will have to try. But first, I have to get the medicine for father. She stood up. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s go. We have to hurry.”
“No,” whispered Azalea. A tear glistened on her cheek. “There’s something I forgot to tell you.”
“What?”
“They’re looking for me.”
“Who?”
“The Company. They’ve been looking for almost a year. They haven’t found me yet, but only because I know things.”
“What things?” asked Megan dully.
“Where to hide. Who to help. What to do. What not to do. And one thing that you shouldn’t do is walk around in this building, especially not when you don’t know anything about this time period. I know an escape route.”
“But I have to find the medicine!” Megan cried. “I have to, before he dies!”
“No,” said Azalea again. “Because he’s already dead. You can do nothing to save him, but not get yourself killed.”
170-Bye!
“But he died after I left! The time machine will send me back to the time when I left so he won’t be dead yet!†Megan argued. Azalea hadn’t thought of this. She didn’t know exactly how or when Megan’s father had died, so there could be a chance to save him.
“So, when do you want to go to America?†asked Azalea. “Can we go now? Don’t you have hover cars or teleporters or something?†“No. That’s one thing that hasn’t changed much since your time, transportation. In 2029 we started mining other planets for fuel, because there is very little left here. You can guess why we wear masks all the time.†Azalea explained. “There’s three ways to get to America. Plane, boat, or submarine. The only problem is that we can’t take any of them.†“What do you mean we can’t take any of them?†Megan shouted. “We have to get to America!†Azalea told Megan that the Company had banned international travel for any reason other than trade. Only the drivers of the shipping vehicles were allowed to go to America, and there were strict rules about what they could do there. Megan was empty again. She had almost found hope to save her father, and now it was destroyed. She thought about stowing away on a submarine or ship, but she didn’t have the energy to plan how to do it. Luckily, Azalea already had a plan.
Oh great, a plan.
Watch me get stuck in the Mire of Writer’s Block.
174-Your post says, “So, when do you want to go to America?†asked Azalea. IT should be Megan, not Azeala.
170- Apologize? It wasn’t your fault. *Is sad:sad:* *is mad at e2mb for being so nice:mad:* *Is ashamed about getting angry:sad:*
Yikes- I didn’t even capitolize his name.
175-Mhm. I hope someone thinks of a plan before my impatience gets to me and makes me write something dumb.I’m trying to inspire the other people to write, but I may just be stumping them. Darn.
176-Oops! I’ll fix that when I put it in the word document thing.
179- I did the same thing once before on this thread- (see comment 113.)
Don’t worry, guys, RRRs are meant to be slow. They can remain dormant for weeks and weeks.
“we’ll take a rocket.”
“of course” said megan “a rocket. were are we geting a rocket?”
“from a freind of mine.you might know her. shes the leder of the anti-company group,the freeer. shes a spellist so she know alot and can leave the country. she worked with your dad. her name is jen.” said azeale
as they aboured jen’s house megan thought she lived in an apartment like azeale. she was worng.it was made of the same white rubber but it had just one resident.
jen galdly took them out to the rocket,but instesed she drive it.
“the company might think we’re leaving and we need to mack them think that we’re going for a test run.”
as they started out megan was amazed at how fast they were going. then the was a sound and outside her porthole she saw a new ship. it started guning them.
“what’s happening!” cried out megan.
“the company is attacking us
(please and on more stuff about battle)
It’s sort of good…
But it could be better. Maybe one of those people on the blog (Alice) will volunteer.
Who likes to edit, I mean.
184- Fine, fine. *mock sigh*
I’ll try to do something with that too. I’ll probably post it late in the night, so sorry in advance if I double post. I think I’ll put something else before that too, since it’s a bit strange for them to just pop up at Jen’s house and get in a rocket. I’ll be back!
187-thanks. it needed to add digloge. it just is a good base.
188- What I was trying to get at. It is a good plan, but it’s-
Darn. What’s that word I’m looking for? It’s on the tip of my tongue….::mad::.
I’ll just say it needs editment.
I wrote some and I think that after this part they can talk and go to the rocket and whatever they’re going to do…
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“Where are we going?†asked Megan. “First we need to find you a mask, then we’re going to America,†Azalea said, “Hopefully there’s some extra ones at 27Bâ€. Megan and Azalea got into an elevator, and a few seconds later they stepped out into another white rubber hallway. “Wait here,†Azalea commanded as she walked away. Moments later she returned with a mask. She gave it to Megan and pulled hers out of her pocket. The girls got back into the elevator and took one more lurching journey to the first floor. Azalea led Megan outside. They stepped onto the sidewalk and it started to move. At the end of each street Azalea would lead Megan to a different sidewalk.
Megan was so amazed by the towers of white rubber that she almost didn’t notice when Azalea got off in the middle of one sidewalk. There was a small road leading off the main one, and it didn’t have a moving sidewalk. On both sides there were buildings made of the same material as the skyscrapers, but these were only 3 stories high. Azalea touched the door of a house, and a woman wearing a beautiful violet gown came outside. Megan couldn’t tell who it was since she was wearing a mask, but when the woman spoke, she remembered instantly.
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I’m not too good with Elizabethian English. Someone else will have to pick that up.
Ehhh. Nobody’s writing. If I could think of something to write I would. Maybe the thing in English as She is Spoke will help. Grr. Brain no worky.
Sorry if I’m annoying people but I’m not very patient. If anyone has another idea they can get rid of my last thing. Maybe I’ll write later. They should go in and talk a lot and have some big lie to the Company for why they need to launch a rocket to America. I have no idea what any of those will be though. *gets pied for lack of patience*
192-don’t worry,rrrs go into two week long hulls some times!
I know it’s the usual excuse and horribly uncreative, but I honestly have the most awful block.
194-It’s ok. I do too. I can’t even think of a beginning for a new story, and I’m usually full of first chapters. Bleh. I need somewhere interesting to go for ideas. I’m going to leave now before I go off on a tangent and make a PoPo.
!@$& school computers
196- You’re back! *gives lots and lots of chocolate* What’s wrong with school computers?
you have to continually retype your name. I have the same problem right now.
post people!
198-Yeah. I posted as “Opek llek kudo” on anagrams and now it always wants me to post as Opek llek kudo!
I think I’ll join this RP after I read it.
If anyone has seen the T.V. show “Doctor Who” (BEST SHOW EVER!) it gives you SO many great ideas about time travel.
*goes to read*
” ‘ello, tho ‘hild ‘f ‘obert.”
” could you talk with less of an acent?” asked meg, conused
” fine. is this better?”
“much!”
let us go inside and talk.”
they went in to the living room, sat down, and meg asked ”
clif-hanger! o.k., I have a block.
CAPPY TO THE RESCUE!!! I don’t have writer’s block! YAAAAYYY!!!
*Ahem*
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“Please explain to me one thing -” she paused to look at Azalea and Jen. “How did you know all this?” “How did we know what?” Jen asked. “About the company!” Megan demanded. “About my father! My mother! All of this history… No-one else seems to know! Why you? I would very much like an explanation!” Azalea shrugged at Jen, who blinked, taking in everything Megan had said. “Well,” Jen said quietly, putting down a porcelain teacup in a very bizarre shape. “It was your father, really.” “What about him?” Megan demanded. ” He tried everything he could to rebel against the company.” Azalea took over. “It was mom for me.” “So it was because of my parents? Are there more like you?” Jen nodded. “So, what-” Megan started, but Jen cut her off. “I can’t say much more. If I tell you, then, well, you’ll disrupt history. I can feel it.” “So tell me then.” Megan said, fuming. “Tell me. Isn’t that what you want? To change history?” “Well yes, but-” “But nothing.” Megan replied. “Changing history is impossible anyways.” then it hit her. Smacked her in the face. If you couldn’t change history, she couldn’t save her father. Now matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t change history.
Or could she?
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Someone take over. I’m tired.
“Can we stop talking and figure out how to get out of here?” Megan snapped. “Ok, ok. The rocket is in the basement. We need to tell the Company before we fly it though, because they can remotely disable it if we try to sneak out”, Jen said. They all sat in silence for a few minutes, trying to think of a good excuse to fly the rocket. “Got any ideas?” Azalea muttered.
Jen and Megan shook their heads no. Megan began to cry, “Well we can’t do anything just thinking. Let’s take our chances and fly!” “There’e no way we could get to America before they notice we’re gone,” Jen explained, “The Company would disable the rocket in the middle of the ocean, they don’t care if we drown or burn”. Azalea stood up, “I agree with Megan. If we talk to the Company before we leave they’ll know we’re flying and track us. We need to leave now”. Jen sighed and walked across the room. She tapped the floor and revealed a staricase leading to the basement where the rocket was stored. Megan and Azalea rushed down the stairs before Jen could turn on the lights.
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Yay! The thread lives!
oo! how about them landing hawii!
205- That’s supposed to mean Hawaii, right? I think I spelled it wrong anyway, though.
206- ah! that’s how you spell Hawaii. I didn’t know.
If you’re a real stickler, you’ll spell it Hawai’i — with a backwards-curling apostrophe between the two is. That’s the phonetic spelling, which many native Hawaiians prefer.
I always thought it didn’t matter. That it was just Hawaii.
That’s a good idea! Maybe Hawaii became uninhabitable after the large number of people exhausted its resources in our time. Now nobody lives there and they could land there with nobody seeing them, but then how would they get to mainland America?
A wooden ship from the 18th century will pick them up, as it had somehow stumbled across the time machine (maybe the company sent it back in time to keep anyone from using it) and been transported into this time.
What do you think?
202- What sort of accent is that supposed to be?
212-enlish. not to good tho.
213- Oh dear. TMFA, that is a problem. It sounds like Baby, not English! I’m not sure how you write out an English accent anyway. I don’t think you do, seeing as you can’t exactly write out an American accent…or a Canadian one…
Hmm. I can’t even remember how British accents differ from American ones. Hmm.
214- there is no american accent! there is just a southern one.
also, are you saying that I can not write?!
215- No! You write very well, TMFA! I’m just saying that it’s really hard/impossible to write out an English accent, for anyone. Not just you. I couldn’t do it either.
And yes, there is an American accent. Not to Americans, but it is definitely there. Go rent a movie in which there is one American actor among many British actors, and it becomes painfully obvious.
I’m sorry, TMFA, that it sounded rude. I– Oh! I see what you mean! You thought that I was saying that your writing didn’t look like English, it looked like Baby. No, that’s not what I meant.
Here’s some constructive criticism. Don’t take off obvious consonants. The R in Robert is very hard and well defined, so lopping it off makes it look weird.
TMFA,
Some English accents (notably Cockney, a lower-class accent spoken in parts of London) drop letters at the beginnings of words — but only the letter H.
Is that where this confusion came from?
That’s my guess. When writers try to indicate that someone is speaking with a Cockney accent, you always see plenty of apostrophes indicating dropped initial letters — but it’s always the letter H. No English accent drops other sounds — at least, none that I’ve ever ‘eard of.
As long as TMFA sticks to Hs, ‘e’ll be fine.
219- Yeah, and then thy put the H in front of some vowel that didn’t need it.
I don’t think Jen would be speaking with a Cockney accent, though.
Actually, Americans drop Hs, too; we just aren’t aware of it. You know how when you’re playing tag and touch someone, you say “you’re it!”? Well, in Britain (where tag is called “tig”) they say something slightly different: “You’re hit.” That makes much more sense, if you think about it, and I’ll bet it’s the original phrase. In that case, what Americans are saying without knowing it is “you’re ‘it.”
221- Interesting . . .
221- but why does that make more sence? it saying “you it; you have to tag people.”
223- It doesn’t, I don’t think it makes any difference.
211-That’s a good idea. I’ll try to write it later because right now I’m unable to hold a thought for more than a couple minutes. I also don’t remember where we left off with the story and I’m rather lazy at the moment.
Holy cow it’s been a long time since I’ve been on! And still no new posts! I despise math homework.
Awwwwww. Still no new posts. Ok I’m going to shut up now and try to write.
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The rocket didn’t look anything like Megan expected it to. It was similar to the rockets from her own time. She touched the door of the rocket, but nothing happened. She tapped it again. Why wasn’t the rocket working?
“Megan, the key,” Jen said, holding out a small box resembling a pager. Jen punched numbers into the box and gave it to Megan. She put the key into a little hole in the door. There was a click and the door opened. “Inside! Before the Company realizeth we are to leave you must be in the rocket!” Jen shouted.
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Meh. Not much but maybe someone else will get inspired…or nauseated.
Hello? Hello? Hello?
It’s echoing….
I have writers block. Darn.
228- people are getting ready for NaNo. december will come,and people will be back.
229-Yes. I know. I’m getting ready for NaNo too. I need to try not to be so impatient. Sorry…
The rocket’s controls began blinking and beeping. Jen pushed buttons and turned dials and pulled levers. There was a hissing sound outside the rocket. Megan and Azalea were pushed off their feet by the jolt of the rocket lifting off. Jen continued at the controls. As the rocket reached altitude, the G forces subsided. Megan and Azalea stood up and looked at the controls. There were hundreds of meters, levers, compasses, lights, and other mechanisms that neither could understand. Jen slowed her pace, but nobody talked.
Azalea wondered where they would land. She knew that nearly all land was strictly patrolled by the company. America was hostile to foreign rockets. There was an uninhabited chain of islands in the Pacific Ocean, but nobody knew the exact coordinates anymore. Why should they? There were no resources on the islands, so they were useless.
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I hope they figure out where the islands are…
Someone write please?
It’s so dead on here.
232- I’m here, but I don’t know if I would be much help. I’ve never even seen this thread before.
But if I have a character, please name him IBCF.
233-Maybe you could be a robot if we get robots involved. I don’t know. I have writers block and I want someone else to add a segment so i might get an idea.
Cool. three new posts.
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as she thought this, they were hit by a bullet from the company.
234- A robot? Hm. I’d rather be a character full of personality…
236-Hmm. I don’t know. Hopefully this thread will get revived soon, but it doesn’t look too probable right now.
Maybe we could write about the history of the characters to try and get our thoughts going, if nobody is opposed to that.
Summary?
Saw this in the “Currently Popular” sidebar and was like WHAT???
Can’t give you a summary though, because I think I left this partway through.