we'll open up a restaurant in santa fe

[venatical]

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.

Comments

[venatical]

Gross! Dean doesn't like the sound of radio plays, if only because it sounds boring. If they really had them, he'd be so totally into them; he really has no idea.

"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.

[blackmagus]

Fortescue laughs and playfully nudges his leg with her own. She'd be downright snickering if she knew what he'd been reading, but, luckily for him, she's in the dark.

"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."

[venatical]

"No, no, I didn't say that. Sometimes it's pretty funny, watching you guys try your hardest out there."

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."

[blackmagus]

She smiles at the thought.

"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."

[venatical]

"Are you auditioning? 'Cause I think you'd make a great sad tree."

He almost, almost winks at her.

[blackmagus]

Fortescue considers giving him another shove, but he's eating and it seems rude (he gets off easily, this time). Occasionally, she behaves herself. But she does give him a mock-severe look and a shake of her head, sighing.

"If I had gloves, I'd give you a smack with one, Snarky Tree. Good looks only give you so much pardon."

[venatical]

"You're saying you think I'm cute?" Cue the shit-eating grin, complete with a little bit of mayonnaise on his lip.

[blackmagus]

"I suppose you're not bad, for someone who doesn't appreciate big balls of twine," she teases him, smirking.

[venatical]

"Now I never said I didn't appreciate them. I just didn't appreciate lookin' at some strangers' stupid slides. I don't need the slides; I've seen 'em in person."

Aw yeah, Dean's totally a badass. Can you handle that, person from the dimension hopping place?

[blackmagus]

Fortescue raises an eyebrow, just as teasingly. "Have you also seen the world's biggest ceramic rooster?"

[venatical]

"No." Damn. Does she have one over on him? "Have you?"

[blackmagus]

She starts laughing softly, at that, although she does get out, "No... Oh, the concern on your face..."

[venatical]

She gets a pretty epic side-eye and he goes back to his sandwich.

"Just checking."