And the creativity demons strike back.
Aug. 10th, 2007 11:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mandolinI hate my creativity demons.
I really really really do.
They keep pestering me with plotbunnies that I know will never get written because they're too lazy to actually work out a plot or anything that requires logistics - and of course, this particular plotbunny would be a mystery, so I'd have to script out the details and plan like WHOA. Of course, they haven't given me any real useful details like that, oh NO. Nor will they bother to close plotholes you could drive a truck through.
But still, they will NOT SHUT UP.
So I'm going to kill it by mentioning it here, after which people will get excited and then they won't want to write it anymore.
Basically, what's been gnawing at me for a week now? A Phoenix Wright/Power Rangers Dino Thunder crossover. Phoenix has to defend Dr. Tommy Oliver in a murder case, and the evidence against Tommy isn't that rock solid... but his client cannot supply an alibi.He was kind of fighting monsters at the time.
No, I have no good details, no, I haven't worked out the details of the setup yet (although I know it starts with Hayley and Ethan dragging Tommy to a tech expo in LA), but the idea won't go away. Worse, I got the notion of Maya and Ethan teaming up to investigate - and driving Hayley insane in the process. And they're giving me scenes!
ETA: Changed POV of one of the scenes, it'll make a bit more sense to non-PW fans that way.
Phoenix sighed. This was getting them nowhere. He reached into his pocket and clutched Maya's magatama tightly as he asked the next question. "If you were locked in that supply closet the whole time, how did Lotta get blurry photos of you on that ledge?"
"I don't know." Dr. Oliver shrugged. "I told you, I was hit in the head. I don't remember much about what happened after the first tremor hit."
As he spoke, the shadows in the room deepened, and intangible chains snaked around him, connected by five Psyche-Locks. Phoenix nearly dropped the magatama in shock, and Dr. Oliver frowned. "What? What's wrong?" He glanced behind him, but only saw the white walls, surveillance camera and the security guard behind him.
Phoenix opened his mouth to reply, and then shut it again, the words unable to come forth. (Five Psyche-Locks? FIVE? If he's really got nothing to do with the murder, then why on earth would he be concealing his alibi that deeply?)
What had he gotten himself into this time?
***
No one noticed the thoughtful expression on Maya's face as she hastily scribbled something on a notepad. Nor did they notice the slight cool breeze that passed through the room, the faint energy that rippled in the air, or even when Maya suddenly grew six inches taller and picked up the note she'd just written, studying it carefully.
"If you don't have an alibi, Phoenix, you're going to have to stick with the evidence."
Hayley glanced up at the unfamiliar voice and nearly choked on her coffee. There was a decidedly different person standing where Maya had been standing only seconds ago. The hair was the same, and she was wearing Maya's clothes, but the woman smirking at them was definitely not Maya. Not only were her features different, she was a good six inches taller, and a lot fuller in the chest.
Not that Hayley was the type to notice those sorts of things, but it was hard not to. Where the robes had completely covered Maya's chest, they barely covered the stranger's - and she was inches from indecent exposure. Phoenix turned, seeming to know the woman. "Chief!"
The strange woman sighed, tugging at the neckline of the robes as she tried to keep herself decent. "Honestly, if Maya insists on calling me back, she ought to invest in looser robes," she muttered.
Phoenix was about to ask another question, but a strangled noise interrupted him. Hayley recovered enough to notice that the four teenagers in the room were having similar reactions of shock. Kira's jaw dropped. Conner's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head (and it didn't take a genius to figure out where he was staring). Ethan, not as shocked as the others, blinked a few times and grinned. "That is cool."
Trent was staring too, but only for a second; self-preservation made him squeeze his eyes shut. "What's with you?" Ethan asked.
"I've got a girlfriend," Trent said, his eyes still closed. "A really hot girlfriend who is standing right there."
***
"What is the meaning of this?" Franziska practically shrieked.
Phoenix grinned at the prosecutor. "What do you mean? It was your idea. Weren't you the one who suggested I have one of the Power Rangers testify?"
"I will not accept this witness! He is obviously a fraud - AGH!"
She was cut off as the Blue Ranger bent down and picked up the heavy prosecutor's desk with one hand, easily lifting it over his head and balancing it on one finger. "Proof enough for you?"
"What - I -" Franziska spluttered.
Faster than the human eye could see, she pulled out her whip and savagely lashed him with it. Unlike every other target, however, the Blue Ranger was unfazed by the strike. "Lady, this armor isn't just for show."
"Foolishly foolish fool! PUT MY DESK DOWN RIGHT NOW!"
It took all the restraint Phoenix had not to burst out laughing. Dr. Oliver put his head in his hands and sighed.
***
*sigh* So if this ever gets anywhere - which I doubt - anyone willing to beta?
I really really really do.
They keep pestering me with plotbunnies that I know will never get written because they're too lazy to actually work out a plot or anything that requires logistics - and of course, this particular plotbunny would be a mystery, so I'd have to script out the details and plan like WHOA. Of course, they haven't given me any real useful details like that, oh NO. Nor will they bother to close plotholes you could drive a truck through.
But still, they will NOT SHUT UP.
So I'm going to kill it by mentioning it here, after which people will get excited and then they won't want to write it anymore.
Basically, what's been gnawing at me for a week now? A Phoenix Wright/Power Rangers Dino Thunder crossover. Phoenix has to defend Dr. Tommy Oliver in a murder case, and the evidence against Tommy isn't that rock solid... but his client cannot supply an alibi.
No, I have no good details, no, I haven't worked out the details of the setup yet (although I know it starts with Hayley and Ethan dragging Tommy to a tech expo in LA), but the idea won't go away. Worse, I got the notion of Maya and Ethan teaming up to investigate - and driving Hayley insane in the process. And they're giving me scenes!
ETA: Changed POV of one of the scenes, it'll make a bit more sense to non-PW fans that way.
Phoenix sighed. This was getting them nowhere. He reached into his pocket and clutched Maya's magatama tightly as he asked the next question. "If you were locked in that supply closet the whole time, how did Lotta get blurry photos of you on that ledge?"
"I don't know." Dr. Oliver shrugged. "I told you, I was hit in the head. I don't remember much about what happened after the first tremor hit."
As he spoke, the shadows in the room deepened, and intangible chains snaked around him, connected by five Psyche-Locks. Phoenix nearly dropped the magatama in shock, and Dr. Oliver frowned. "What? What's wrong?" He glanced behind him, but only saw the white walls, surveillance camera and the security guard behind him.
Phoenix opened his mouth to reply, and then shut it again, the words unable to come forth. (Five Psyche-Locks? FIVE? If he's really got nothing to do with the murder, then why on earth would he be concealing his alibi that deeply?)
What had he gotten himself into this time?
***
No one noticed the thoughtful expression on Maya's face as she hastily scribbled something on a notepad. Nor did they notice the slight cool breeze that passed through the room, the faint energy that rippled in the air, or even when Maya suddenly grew six inches taller and picked up the note she'd just written, studying it carefully.
"If you don't have an alibi, Phoenix, you're going to have to stick with the evidence."
Hayley glanced up at the unfamiliar voice and nearly choked on her coffee. There was a decidedly different person standing where Maya had been standing only seconds ago. The hair was the same, and she was wearing Maya's clothes, but the woman smirking at them was definitely not Maya. Not only were her features different, she was a good six inches taller, and a lot fuller in the chest.
Not that Hayley was the type to notice those sorts of things, but it was hard not to. Where the robes had completely covered Maya's chest, they barely covered the stranger's - and she was inches from indecent exposure. Phoenix turned, seeming to know the woman. "Chief!"
The strange woman sighed, tugging at the neckline of the robes as she tried to keep herself decent. "Honestly, if Maya insists on calling me back, she ought to invest in looser robes," she muttered.
Phoenix was about to ask another question, but a strangled noise interrupted him. Hayley recovered enough to notice that the four teenagers in the room were having similar reactions of shock. Kira's jaw dropped. Conner's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head (and it didn't take a genius to figure out where he was staring). Ethan, not as shocked as the others, blinked a few times and grinned. "That is cool."
Trent was staring too, but only for a second; self-preservation made him squeeze his eyes shut. "What's with you?" Ethan asked.
"I've got a girlfriend," Trent said, his eyes still closed. "A really hot girlfriend who is standing right there."
***
"What is the meaning of this?" Franziska practically shrieked.
Phoenix grinned at the prosecutor. "What do you mean? It was your idea. Weren't you the one who suggested I have one of the Power Rangers testify?"
"I will not accept this witness! He is obviously a fraud - AGH!"
She was cut off as the Blue Ranger bent down and picked up the heavy prosecutor's desk with one hand, easily lifting it over his head and balancing it on one finger. "Proof enough for you?"
"What - I -" Franziska spluttered.
Faster than the human eye could see, she pulled out her whip and savagely lashed him with it. Unlike every other target, however, the Blue Ranger was unfazed by the strike. "Lady, this armor isn't just for show."
"Foolishly foolish fool! PUT MY DESK DOWN RIGHT NOW!"
It took all the restraint Phoenix had not to burst out laughing. Dr. Oliver put his head in his hands and sighed.
***
*sigh* So if this ever gets anywhere - which I doubt - anyone willing to beta?
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Date: 2007-08-11 12:01 am (UTC)Sounds like your muses, demons and blunnies have the same MO as mine. If I ever find a boot camp for muses, and/or good muse valium, I shall immediately ship some to you.
In the meantime, can I offer you some cold Mountain Dew, or southern sweet iced tea for comfort from the muses and this crazy heat?