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Feb. 4th, 2007

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Chapter six!

Kat hopped her way from one side of the cluttered garage to the other, where she'd cleared a bit of space for the Time Machine. She sighed inwardly. A proper mad scientist, she thought Wouldn't be hopping. They'd also be wearing white instead of red. Ah, well.
She decided that if word of this ever got out, the image painted of this moment would be a good one, with mysterious winds blowing her coat back and everything. Rather than this slightly frazzled figure in the shadows, bent over a broken fridge.
Not even really a broken fridge anymore, either. Kat had already put all the items together like Tho had told her. Now all she had to do was start it up. And she'd explode.
Shut up, I will not. It'll work fine. It will. No explosions. No life threatening explosions, at least.
She bit her lower lip. There was such a risk. She could be breaking the universe.
With a shrug she flipped the switch and arranged the tubing. No more thoughts, just actions.


Jan was getting impatient. He began to think Kat had run off to do something else, too, and was keeping him waiting on purpose. He was sure--


Jan jumped when Manwe dinged at him.

--What happened?

--It exploded!


--A little. I've gone singed.

In California, Katters winced at the smell of burnt hair and salve.

--But did it work?

--Thank you for your concern in my moments of pain, Tho.

--Come on, Kat

--Right, well, you're a genius.

--I know. What about the time machine?

--Cocky bastard. For that I just may not tell you.

Jan rolled his eyes heavenwards for the second time in half as many days.

--I'm sorry you're suffering for my work. Now, what happened?

--I, and several of my dad's tools, were launched backwards in time. And space, I should add. It took me a while to get back home.

--Where'd you end up?

--Oh, just down at the park. I stole some kid's wagon to get the fridge and the tools back. I feel kind of bad for him but dammit, sometimes you have to make sacrifices in the name of science!

--I'm sure that'll be a great comfort to him when he's at home crying to his mother that some crazy lady stole his wagon.

--Some crazy lady on fire. And, hey, I barely even get an "I'm sorry" but you're sympathising with some random kid?

--Well, yes. I know you.

--Thank you for that ego boost, Tho. Anyways! Your time machine set me on fire. Fix it.

--Why don't you come up with a way to fix it?

--I'm not the genius, now, you are. I'm just the crazy bitch that put your theories to the test.

Jan sat back and thought.
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Chapter Five!



It was two weeks later. Kat had retrieved the rest of the required artefacts and had assembled them into some sort of order. It was no Eiffel Tower, but it didn't need to be. It just needed to work.

One last time, she made sure everything was in place.

"OK," she muttered, grabbing hold of a length of hosepipe that emerged from the side of the fridge. "Our coolant starts outside the fridge, and we propel it along with our ignition motor." She patted a small 9-volt motor that was attached to the side of the fridge. "The coolant, laced with shredded hair from a fake fur carpet, passes through the compressor ring-" she tapped the shard of CD, nose piercing and scrap of angsty poetry she'd found that surrounded the hose, "-and the social repulsion field compresses it, since the owner of a fake fur carpet would never be seen dead around anti-cultures like goths. Or something. The compression raises the temperature of the coolant, which then radiates heat until it's the same temperature as the outside." Her hand ran along the pipe to where it entered the fridge. "We then go back inside the fridge, where the coolant expands because the white carpet pieces are attracted to the raspberry fizz, so the temperature decreases and it pulls heat in. So once we get it going we shut the ignition motor off, and it keeps going."

She sat down at the computer again.

--So how does this reverse time again?

--It's quite simple. Entropy - that is, the change of things from an ordered to a less ordered state - must increase as time increases. It's like how you can put sugar in your tea, but it's really hard to get it out. Or how your room's always messy.

--I can get out of cleaning my room by saying it's the natural order of the universe?

--.....maybe. Anyway. By running this fridge without power, using social forces, we're reversing entropy. We're making colder spots colder, and warmer spots warmer. Now there's three things that might happen. Time may break, in which case we'll never know. The machine might explode spectacularly, in which case *you'll* never know. Or we could reverse time so that the universe doesn't break, which is what I'm hoping will happen.

--So, a one-in-three chance of success?

--Well, we might not get enough reverse-entropy to get anything. In which case it'll just be a really efficient fridge.

--OK. What the hell. I'll try activating it now.

* * *

Jan turned from his computer and checked the social force meter on his desk. Currently it was two pom-poms, one white and one black, suspended by fishing wire from his ceiling. Since everyone knows white and black don't get on, they were very slightly repelling each other. He'd drawn marks on the wall in pencil and the pom-poms wouldn't cross without a bit of a push. He figured that something like Kat's time machine should do *something* - after all, no one else was using these social forces.

--hay jan whats up?

Jan blinked as the message from a friend popped up on screen. Being a pedantic speller himself, messages like these offended his sensibilities considerably. But he had to keep an image - only he was busy right now.

--I'm helping build a time machine.

--lol ur a joker!1 wot r u really up 2?

--No, seriously, look, I'll get back to you in a minute, OK?

--k :P

* * *

At this time, halfway across the globe, Sor was wishing class would end.

"...which explains why Hamlet is so depressed about life. This is a point you can use in your essays at the end of the year. We can also compare Hamlet with his mother..."

Sor sighed and doodled in the margin of her English book. "Hamlet was emo, get over it," she thought to herself. She wished Kat were here, although what Kat would be doing in school she had no idea.

Kat was coming over this spring, though. She imagined her exploring her house, lounging in the lounge, watching TV shows. It was gonna be great.

All this may seem rather unconnected to the plot right now. But you'll be thankful later on.

* * *


"Damn," Jan thought as he examined the social force measurement unit (or SFMU). The pom-poms were swaying a bit, as if something had just disturbed them, but he was distracted at the time by some stupid idiot on IM so he didn't even know what had happened. He hoped it didn't explode. But he figured it'd be on the evening news if it did. He just had to hope.

Feb. 3rd, 2007

skullx orc


Month Warning!

Stealing unless Sor yells in the next day or two.

Dec. 23rd, 2006

skullx orc


Chapter Four

A small pile of debris populated the garage. To all but the most experienced eye, it looked like junk. Actually, even to the most experienced eye it looked like junk. This was because at the moment it was junk: several feet of PVC piping, a roll of duct tape, some nails, a rough sketch of some strange apparatus and, standing in the middle of it like a king surveying his domain, a half-working fridge. The scent of cherries hung in the air.

* * *

Meanwhile, Jan and Sor hadn't let the absence of their friend stop them talking.

--I just don't want to leave everyone behind

Sor was worrying, once more, about college. She'd sent out several applications, but it wasn't getting into college that she was worrying about.

--*shrugs* Life's like that. Things happen and you find yourself thousands of miles away from your friends.

Jan reflected that it was easy for him to say that. He'd gone straight from school to university without changing locations or even moving out of his parents' home. People had moved away, sure, but he wasn't too attached to them.

--Anyway, you'll still get to talk to them on the internet and see them during holidays.

--Yeah, but it's not the *same*. You know?

--I guess.

Jan tapped his fingers against his desk and tossed a nearby koosh ball against the wall.

--But you're going off into the world, right? Seeing new things? Surely that counts for something.

--Yeah, but it's not worth leaving everyone behind.

--Really? So what *would* be?

--I don't know. Ask me when you've got something better than going to college. Anyway. I need to get to sleep.

--OK, night!

It was only after Sor had signed off that Jan realised it was only 5 in the afternoon there. Or 4. Something strange was going on, possibly involving buggy code in his world clock. But he didn't have time to do anything about that right now. He made a mental note to check is sometime, then promptly forgot about it.

* * *

The sun was thinking about this setting thing when Kat finally got home. Her trip hadn't been as successful as she had hoped - of her shopping list, she had acquired exactly two things: a shard of a _Staind_ CD and a bottle of Brand Generic Raspberry Fizz. Admittedly, neither of these articles were on her list, but she figured they'd do. She'd look for the rest of them tomorrow.

She dumped her two latest finds on the heap of junk and headed inside to contact Jan.


--Find anything?

--Yeah, I missed you too. I gots me something anti-social for the compressor, and some red fizz. Would that work for wine?

Jan paused. He hadn't counted on Kat actually understanding and contributing. It wasn't that Kat was stupid - far from it. It was just that, well, this was dangerously close to mad science. And what good was mad science if someone else understood what you were doing?

--What *sort* of red fizz? Are we talking expensive stuff made from squeezed raspberries, or cheap crap with three thousand artificial colourings?

--Artificial colorings.

--Reckon they'd stain?

--Like anything.


--Also, the shard of a very emo CD.

--The shard?


Jan sighed. He was sure Kat played the cryptic game just to annoy him sometimes.

--How dyou mean, shard?

--Like someone's broken the CD in a fit of emo rage.

--Wonderful. That should work. Only now I'm going to have Dashboard Confessional running through my head all evening. Thanks.

Kat reflected that life wasn't worth living if she couldn't make Jan miserable somehow. Although she was very interested in seeing if this machine could work. Not so much because it would revolutionise modern civilisation, but because it would make one hell of a tape recorder.

Somewhere out the in darkness, there was a very quiet pop, and a very small flash of light. The red fizz had changed brands.

Dec. 18th, 2006

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Chapter Four (Three?)

The Kat residing in California (hereafter referred to solely as 'Kat' for simplicity's sake) and Sor chatted for a while, talking of inconsequential things before Kat looked up at the clock and noted the time.
Doing quick mental calculations, Kat realised that it should be about one thirty where Sor was and therefore, she should still be in school.
"What're you doing on?" her fingers flew across the keyboard, "Do you have a computer-related class now?"
Completely across the country, Sor blinked at her computer. "Nope," she said, "It's almost five."
Kat, who was known for mixing her numbers up (she claimed they never behaved in her mind), redid her calculations three times, checked the television to make sure Riin hadn't messed the time up, and continually reached the same conclusion. "Are you sure?" Kat felt silly for asking but felt it needed to be asked.
"Because it's about four thirty here."
Sor counted carefully in her head and reached the same conclusion as Kat. Something weird was going on.

Meanwhile, Jan and Kat had also been talking, though Kat was now entirely distracted by Sor's arrival.
"I've worked out how to create a time machine," Jan had said.
Kat had let the conversation stew in it's silence for a bit before asking for clarification.
Jan said a few things which were a bit confusing, and Kat had to reread the conversation several times before realising that Jan was obviously a genius.
"It makes sense," she said to Jan. Jan, on the other side of the globe, looked heavenwards. He knew it made sense, he'd come up with it.
"What time is it there?" Kat changed the subject abruptly. The time thing was bothering her more than the time machine thing.
"Half past one."
Kat thought for a moment, having to remember that the key number was three rather than the five she had been used to. It fit.
"Odd, because Sor's lagging."

Jan hopped over to the conversation he and Sor had been having. "What time is it?" he asked.
Sor wondered why so many people were interested in the time these days.
"Almost five," she responded.
Jan did some mental calculations, looked at the clock, and noted that the time fit on his end. He told Kat.
"No, she's about an hour and a half behind," she told him.
"It's eleven AM here, she says it's five there."
Kat blinked and scrolled upwards. Jan had, indeed, said it was currently eleven. She was certain he had said two, though. Now she was ahead.
Something very, very weird was going on.

Kat, firm in her belief that her friends had gone crazy (Or maybe you have. Two against one, Kat, a little voice (also known as logic among those who've heard it before) piped up. Kat firmly told it to bugger off and went back to her thoughts) went back to thinking about Jan's time machine. It could really, truely work. Take that, Einstein, she thought bitterly and grabbed a napkin (the genius' notepad) and dug around for a writing utencil. Finding a red crayon, she discarded it and continued looking. Ah, yes, a scented pen. That'd work. She wrote down the important bits of Jan's theory and typed a quick 'brb' to both her friends. She then ran off.

Kat's father was a plumber. This meant that she had an abundance of spare appliances laying around the garage. Each and every one of them were broken, but a quick search found a stand-up refridgerator that was merely missing a plug. It would work. Now. She eyed the cherry-flavored notes she had taken earlier. There was a lot of stuff she needed to get. First and foremost, she needed to drop by a high school.
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(no subject)

It's officially been a month since Sor posted her bit, so unless I get a message telling me to wait by tomorrow I'm going to grab the fic and run.

(I actually already have, but I'm giving others a chance to completely ruin everything I've created so far and make it entirely irrelevant like the generous little bastard I am.)

Nov. 17th, 2006

Boston Sorcy


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The Maryland Kat (perhaps better identified as Sor) sighed huffily, half-watching the clock that hung above the kitchen table. It was near four-thirty her time, she had been home for an hour and a half already, and she still hadn't started her calculus homework. "Screw homework." she muttered finally, shoving her books into her bright orange backpack. "I'll do it tomorrow morning." She turned on her old dell computer, and logged into GTalk, eager to see who was online.

"Responsibility blows!" she announced to the Kat based out in California, through the unstable medium of text.

She could almost see her clone laughing at the statement, as Kat quickly responeded with a "Course it does. You should come hang out with me instead."

"Yeah, well." Sor typed. "I have to figure out this whole stupid college scheme. Eventually. What're you up to?"

Nov. 18th, 2006

skullx orc



OK, if sor doesn't say she's writing a section for this within....*checks*....half an hour (because she's online right now, dammit!) I'm gonna commandeer the next section myself. I blame sor for being lazy.

Sep. 28th, 2006

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Chapter Two. I think.

A time machine?
Kat had always had a terrible habit of assuming everyone was more normal than she was. This was generally true, but assuming still had a tendency to get you into trouble.
Kat knew this, but went ahead and assumed Jan was fooling around anyways.


She decided to keep it simple. Let Jan kick the conversation off.

* * *

Meanwhile, almost three thousand miles away, another Kat was walking home. In Maryland, it was around two o' clock. This was fairly unusual, but no one was in Maryland and California simultaneously, so no one was able to notice the odd time difference. For one reason or another, the east coast was lagging.
This Kat, the one in Maryland, had a lot of things on her mind as she walked along one street, most of them having to do with school-work. Of course, now it was homework. Until she went to school again the next day, that is.
She stopped for a minute, leaning against a wooden fence. She wasn't looking forward to getting home and starting the various assignments and projects she had in her backpack, but knew she had to get them done eventually or she'd get into trouble. Probably have Dimi taken away again.
The human mind has a tendency to edit out things that don't make sense to it, so when Kat walked away from a chain-link fence, she didn't even notice.

Sep. 26th, 2006

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Just a note

I'm stealing the next section for the fic, what with Sor not calling it and me getting an idea.

Um. If I start to take too long, feel free to stab poke me.

Katters out.

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