E-Mail Message: Marty to Doc

[museicalmarty]

To: julesverneflux@nexus.com
From: wannaberockstar@nexus.com
Subject: Hey, Finally Figured This Out

Hey Doc!

Found myself with some free time, so I scooted over to the Nexus and found out how to work that "e-mail" stuff you told me about. This internet thing looks completely awesome. I can't wait for Hill Valley to catch up.

I'm doing all right back home. I'm living in the back of the Darkness Falls bar -- the owner, Roger, gives me a room and meals in exchange for me helping out around the place. It's not a bad gig, I guess. Still really miss home, but -- I still have no idea what to do. I've asked some of the Changeling customers, and half of them never even knew their fetches. The others say that -- confronting them didn't work too well. And the last thing I want is anybody getting hurt. . . .

I guess I can't complain overall. I've got a roof over my head and food provided, which was more than I had when I first arrived. I just -- really miss my old life. And my guitar. I gotta see about getting some money, buying a new one. . . .

Anyway, how are things in Chicago? Still crazy?

Marty

Comments

Re: "Live-Action"

[museicalmarty.livejournal.com]

"Sounds good to me," Marty nods, promptly doing as Doc suggests. Hopefully Roger and Fred won't notice anything weird -- though, really, if they were going to, they probably would have said something by now. Maybe they just think it's a weird watch.

"The vending machines were thataway -- Mets got mine for a quarter," Marty says, pointing in the appropriate direction. "And hey, mind sticking around for a bit and showing me how this Google thing works?"

Re: "Live-Action"

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

That's the interesting thing about Nexus stuff -- it can look completely mundane outside the Nexus. Doc's certainly not gotten any comments about his PINpoint in Chicago. Anyone who asks gets told it's a multifunction watch. Which it kind of is, so. . . .

"Thanks," Doc says, starting to head in that direction. "And sure, just give me a minute to get my backup. I could use some more time out of the basement." He spends a quarter to get his miniPINpoint, then he and Marty are off to explore the internet in all it's wonderful and terrible glory.