More bloodyink fic.

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From: "Vesper Antagonist"
Date: Sat Mar 22, 2003 5:22 pm
Subject: "The Day We Caught The Train" #4 (i hurt u now HA HA)

(Color me brilliantly /stupid/. Maybe what I was writing just wasn't
meant to be. I hit a link and lost today's post. But GRR it was so
painful that I have to write it again.)

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The train actually hit tracks this time. It hit tracks, and rolled to
a stop in front of two extraordinarily puzzled teenagers, one of
which was holding a license plate and the other which had a blank
sheet of stationery. It was a beautiful sunny day outside, and all
around the tracks where they stopped was shiny silver wreckage,
unidentifiable and horrific.

"Oh fuck," breathed Pete.

"What?" asked Alistaire, coming up next to Pete, looking out the
window. "It looks lovely. They're not trying to kill us."

"We're not staying," decided Pete. "Rachel! Kick Widget, will you?"

Rachel and Kitty joined the two Englishmen, and the latter peered out
the window. "Oh my god. I've seen this movie."

"Movie?" asked Rachel, bemused, putting a hand on the plexiglass and
eyeing Pete. "I'm not gonna kick Widget. They're not shooting at us.
Besides, I'm not kicking Widget anyway, you foul, cranky thing."

Kurt entered the car from one end, and momentarily, Morgan trailed in
from the other direction. Their faces, entertainingly enough, matched
in puzzlement. "That looks like California," said Kurt, frowning a
little over his cup of ramen. "We've never landed in California
before, have we?"

"It doesn't matter because we're leaving now," insisted Pete, pushing
back from the window and reaching over to prod Rachel. "Now!"

"But I've never been to California," protested Kitty.

"Can we leave Britanic here?" asked Morgan, still trailing, but this
time just trailing a blanket. And holding it very close. With her
arms crossed firmly over her chest. "Or can I get some clothes? Baggy
ones? Please?"

"We're are leaving /right now/."

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"So you're not time travellers?" asked Marty, squinting in the
sunlight and holding the license plate over his eyes.

"Oh no no no, we travel around through time and space," replied
Alistaire earnestly. "Well, relative dimension in space. It's
brilliant, actually, the physics involved is staggeringly beautiful."

"More like bloody trippy," muttered Pete, lighting a cigarette and
turning away.

"You're only upset because you didn't get your way." Kurt's
expression was beatific; he'd acquired another cup of ramen. It was
like there was some sort of pocket universe populated entirely with
ramen noodles in his belly, he never stopped eating them. Entirely
unnerving.

"Mnf."

"So you're sort of time travellers. Wait. Didn't I see that on PBS?"
Marty crossed his arms, eyeing Alistaire skeptically. "Late night BBC
America or something."

"Ask him his name, McFly," said Pete, wandering off.

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"Are you sure?" asked Morgan, eyes wide and horrified. "I can maybe
understand the bright colors - dayglo, you called them? - but I don't
know about the rest of it."

"Come on! This is nineteen eighty-five! Get with the program, chica.
It's the height of fashion!" enthused Jennifer, positioning Morgan in
front of the mirror again. "I think you need another belt."

Kitty was without words. No, really. Collapsed in the corner of the
dressing room, giggling helplessly. Every time she tried to talk, she
got another eyeful.

"I think," grinned Rachel, "he - I mean she - had something a little
less loud in mind. Do you have a Gap here?"

"Not in town," blinked Jennifer, turning to Rachel, then eyeing
Kitty. "Whaaaat?"

"...help..."

"She's from 2003, don't mind her."

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Widget cheerily ate the coupler between the last car of the train and
the second to last car of the train. "Oh wow!" it squeaked.

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