When a town has a military helicopter controlled by a disembodied brain buzzing the lobster boats, it’s non-creepy status has already gone out the window.
Five words: close air support on call. Three more: aerial extraction /now/.
It’ll be relatively difficult to find a role for Nick to play in St. Charlie (though in the words of Sergeant Schlock, “how can anybody ever NOT need a gunship?”), but I figure it’s a 50/50 chance that he’ll be regretting those words.
There was that one scene (long after your post) in which Schlock managed to commandeer a gardening truck and had a happy mouthful of chainsaws. He was also learning that sabots are fun as well so guns not needed.
**grins** For all Nick knows, St. Charlie is where cyborgs go for their vacations. The skies may be crowded with brain-inna-bucket aircraft, all of ’em blaring out the theme from Airwolf from their external speakers.
(Hey; I just figured out what kind of souvenir Our Heroes could pick up for Nick: a bumper-sticker. I mean, it’s not like a “My Friends Went To St. Charlie And All They Brought Me Was A Disembodied Head” t-shirt will fit him now.)
Hmm, strikes me that in some settings Massachusetts doesn’t necessarily have “normal non-creepy” towns for Nick to go to. As opposed to the non-creepy real Massachusetts, well, other than maybe the zombies on the Boston subway that one time. Which was educational; who knew zombies could be riven off by vomit?
If it hadn’t crashed at the end of Narbonic, I would think that maybe St. Charlie is the hamster’s floating island; it would be a natural habitat for Mad Scientists, after all. Maybe someone restored it? Maybe… someone we know?
(TUNE: “Chicago (That Toddlin’ Town)”, Fred Fisher)
St. Charlie! St. Charlie! Mysterious town!
St. Charlie, we hardly know where to touch down …
(They’ll find us!)
If the crazy geniuses keep out out of St. Charlie, St. Charlie,
Near Boston, we’re lost and won’t be found!
Our Fed team, our head team keeps cool and keeps calm!
(Gavotte didn’t tell us ’bout the bomb!)
We are the Feds, the G-Men, the fuzz!
We got a plane, some boats he will buzz
In St. Charlie! St. Charlie, secret town!
When a town has a military helicopter controlled by a disembodied brain buzzing the lobster boats, it’s non-creepy status has already gone out the window.
If he flies over Cambridge, he might not be the only disembodied brain in a mechanized shell in town.
Unity’s game looks like it’s all sweary – is she Mature enough to be playing it?
If you worried about Unity’s maturity, she wouldn’t be allowed to play *any* game.
I’m more worried about the “St. Charles finds you” line.
This is a town made by and for mad scientists, that might be a literal statement.
Is it possible for a genus loci to be made of silicon parts?
Yes, if it’s a Turing-Positive AI.
I have to wonder if St. Charlie’s residents have any relatives in Eureka. Bet they do.
In Soviet Socialist Republic of Massachusetts (aka Cambridge), St. Charlie finds you!
…I’m sorry, it seemed to good to pass up.
Five words: close air support on call. Three more: aerial extraction /now/.
It’ll be relatively difficult to find a role for Nick to play in St. Charlie (though in the words of Sergeant Schlock, “how can anybody ever NOT need a gunship?”), but I figure it’s a 50/50 chance that he’ll be regretting those words.
“Close Air Support covereth a multitude of sins.” Isn’t that what they made Nick for in the first place? 😉
mnem
“If you’re leaving scorch marks, you need a bigger gun.”
Of course, Nick refuses to have any gun at all; just tree-trimming blades. So I doubt Schlock would approve.
There was that one scene (long after your post) in which Schlock managed to commandeer a gardening truck and had a happy mouthful of chainsaws. He was also learning that sabots are fun as well so guns not needed.
**grins** For all Nick knows, St. Charlie is where cyborgs go for their vacations. The skies may be crowded with brain-inna-bucket aircraft, all of ’em blaring out the theme from Airwolf from their external speakers.
(Hey; I just figured out what kind of souvenir Our Heroes could pick up for Nick: a bumper-sticker. I mean, it’s not like a “My Friends Went To St. Charlie And All They Brought Me Was A Disembodied Head” t-shirt will fit him now.)
zeta and foot please let there be zeta and foot
also would nick and lovelace be good together the ideas been rolling around in my head
Hmm, strikes me that in some settings Massachusetts doesn’t necessarily have “normal non-creepy” towns for Nick to go to. As opposed to the non-creepy real Massachusetts, well, other than maybe the zombies on the Boston subway that one time. Which was educational; who knew zombies could be riven off by vomit?
If it hadn’t crashed at the end of Narbonic, I would think that maybe St. Charlie is the hamster’s floating island; it would be a natural habitat for Mad Scientists, after all. Maybe someone restored it? Maybe… someone we know?
My thoughts exactly…
“But Nick, you said you were going to find a non-creepy town to buzz. We thought you knew that Innsmouth was creepy!”
Dang! I was going to go for the Innsmouth joke too! Drat your timezone difference!
Would that be Old Innsmouth (up to the 1920s) or New Innsmouth (rebuilt by the US Navy and Army Corps of Engineers in the 1930s)?
Oh, wait, never mind. They’re both creepy.
And so is Arkham, for that matter.
(TUNE: “Chicago (That Toddlin’ Town)”, Fred Fisher)
St. Charlie! St. Charlie! Mysterious town!
St. Charlie, we hardly know where to touch down …
(They’ll find us!)
If the crazy geniuses keep out out of St. Charlie, St. Charlie,
Near Boston, we’re lost and won’t be found!
Our Fed team, our head team keeps cool and keeps calm!
(Gavotte didn’t tell us ’bout the bomb!)
We are the Feds, the G-Men, the fuzz!
We got a plane, some boats he will buzz
In St. Charlie! St. Charlie, secret town!
Ah, just get on the MTA and you’ll get to St. Charlie. It’s getting *back* that’s the problem.
‘Cause they never return (no they never return) and their fate is still unlearned…
So YOU’RE the other Kingston Trio fan. I knew there had to be another one somewhere.
Oh no. I looked at Skin-Horse.com too hard and I broke it.
*wibble*
mnem
*Whacks me on the snout with a rolled-up newspaper*
Say, not to be nosy, but didn’t I see you at Benden Weyr some while back?