"A man chooses. A slave obeys. A redheaded Physicist falls asleep on the couch."

"Hah! What a preposterous cinematic experience! I am beginning to suspect that this 'Doctor Brown' is not even a real scientist, endangering the life of the young Mister McFly."

"What was that? /Two/ sequels? /And/ and animated show?" He huffs. "I certainly am glad I've warmed an entire tray of scones for this occasion, then. Leave no stone unturned, as it were!"

[Voxophone] It appears as though even /I/ have fallen victim to the travesty that is the 280-character limit. I find this development to be... Discordant, to say the least. A one Zachary Comstock might even go as far as to claim it sinful. [End]

#RPPraise for Robert Lutece and Rosalind Lutece from Anonymous ~ #RPPositivity #SpecialShoutout

*Robert taps a cigarette against its case and brings it to his lips.* Of all the Universes in all the Realities, you had to walk into mine.

*The speckled redhead ties the bow faut around the golden box. She hums along to imaginary holiday carols and readies herself to make her presence known in the common area. Her voice chimes in rhythm.* Brother! *A pause. There is no answer.* /Brother!/ *Still nothing. +

Even the birds wrap string around their beaks on this cold winter evening. She sets the box upon the lounge chair, and begins a steady pacing about the home.* Robert, I thought we might exchange gifts a tad early this year! *Reaching the final room - the washroom - she comes to +

a grinding halt just before the mirror. It is her reflection. Yet.* Robert! *She presses her palms hard against the porcelain.* Robert!! *Her voice is booming, unrelenting.* Robert!!!

*A sliver of pure void appears, and out comes the scientist, disheveled as ever.* Your Majesty, a word? Ꭼʟsᴀ

"Season's Greetings to one and all. May you find the peaceful warmth of happiness wherever you may be and wherever you may go."

Season's Greetings to one and all. May you find serenity in the ice-laden skies wherever you may go and wherever you may be.

*Rosalind sits at her desk, gazing with half-lidded eyes beyond the window panes. Sheets of snow blanket the ground, yet no snow falls. The sky is cloudless. Still, the air in her room is stagnant, an apt habitat for winged vermin and despondent scientists alike.*