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we'll open up a restaurant in santa fe
Who: Reconstruction Club and whoever wants to come by to visit.
When: um... let's say a backdated Day 79 through Day 81? This could be flexible, too.
Where: The semi ruined diner.
What: Cleaning the diner site! Rebuilding the diner! Eating lunch/taking breaks!
The first day, Day 79 Dean's learned from the people who've been here the longest, is mostly spent doing the menial stuff -- making the site workable and cleaning it up a bit, and then training some of the people less familiar with what's going on, figuring out who should handle what and what's safe.
After that it's a matter of slowly getting everything together. Checking the foundation, fixing up the floor, rebuilding the walls, patching the roof. There's some electrical work to figure out and be careful with because some of the equipment is salvageable, so the wiring has to be checked, that kind of thing.
Dean, Erik, and Tony dole out the orders, keep an eye on everyone. Their supplies are what they've managed to gather or whatever people might've brought in.
When: um... let's say a backdated Day 79 through Day 81? This could be flexible, too.
Where: The semi ruined diner.
What: Cleaning the diner site! Rebuilding the diner! Eating lunch/taking breaks!
The first day, Day 79 Dean's learned from the people who've been here the longest, is mostly spent doing the menial stuff -- making the site workable and cleaning it up a bit, and then training some of the people less familiar with what's going on, figuring out who should handle what and what's safe.
After that it's a matter of slowly getting everything together. Checking the foundation, fixing up the floor, rebuilding the walls, patching the roof. There's some electrical work to figure out and be careful with because some of the equipment is salvageable, so the wiring has to be checked, that kind of thing.
Dean, Erik, and Tony dole out the orders, keep an eye on everyone. Their supplies are what they've managed to gather or whatever people might've brought in.
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"Hello, love."
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"Hey, McFly." He nods at the seat next to him. "Gonna take a load off? Still got all your fingers and toes?"
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He licks his lips before he says what's coming next, and he's pretty happy about this line, too.
"I'm pretty attached."
His smile falls though when she doesn't recognize the nickname. Seriously?!
"Oh, come on. Not one of those universes you hopped into told you that?" He refuses to accept that the movie's no longer popular in the future. That's just not a future Dean wants to be a part of.
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"I've only been to the one universe, darling, other than this one. And that was a business trip." Fortescue raises an eyebrow, wondering what popular things she'd be disappointed didn't exist in other universes. "You can be the first to enlighten me."
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"This kid has a crazy scientist friend with a time machine for a car, and he accidentally goes back in time by himself and starts to eff up his future by running into his parents. And he is one of my personal heroes. Not only does he make his future better for his parents, but he gets a badass guitar solo on stage. And that's just the first movie."
He really means that hero part.
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"So, it's about him — McFly? — not creating a paradox." She considers that. "I think the only time travel cinema I've seen was The Time Machine. But it's a young art form, yet. I'm sure we'll get to it eventually."
Although it's like nothing Dean's world has — The Time Machine as done by actors in the forties, with special effects and quality to rival that of his current films. The War has put a temporary end to most pursuits like that, but the cinema was important and it kept hope alive in a struggling people.
"It's too bad we don't have one here. A theatre, I mean."
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God, Dean misses TV. Being able to flip through 30 of the worst channels known to man in the comfort of his own strange-smelling hotel room. They hadn't managed to hook up a TV in the bunker yet, but it was on Dean's list.
"We're already reality TV to someone else. They could at least throw us a bone. Judge Judy reruns, something."
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It's really too bad that there's no Judge Dredd to prove her wrong.
"At this point I'd take a radio play, and we don't even do those anymore."
She hadn't seen them in the other universe she'd been to, either, which had been enough to tell her that they eventually went out of style everywhere.
"Maybe we'll get lucky and someone around here knows how to tell good stories."
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"I hope so. Reading's fun and all, but I'm jonesing for something else."
Oh, and what has he been reading? Romance novels. They're engrossing!
"Something more than a bunch of amateurs whacking their thumbs." He grins over at her.
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"Oh, you're too good for us amateurs, are you? I see how it is. Perhaps we should take our amateuring and bruised thumbs somewhere else."
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He grins at her and then pulls out his lunch; they will have to get back to work at some point, so he better get through his sandwich here.
"Maybe someone could put on a play. We could build 'em a stage and set pieces."
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"I'm not certain if we have any aspiring actors in the group or not. Would there be a depressing tree costume? From what I can tell, that seems to be a requirement."
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He almost, almost winks at her.
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"If I had gloves, I'd give you a smack with one, Snarky Tree. Good looks only give you so much pardon."
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Aw yeah, Dean's totally a badass. Can you handle that, person from the dimension hopping place?
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"Just checking."