Brooke is lying on her stomach on her bed, flipping through a Cosmo she hatched out, sucking a lollipop, and is clearly up to nothing resembling serious thought. She's bored.
Brooke gives them a look. She reminds him of...The first person that comes in her head is Bill Nye the Science Guy, for some reason. Did he wear goggles? He sounds like he should've worn goggles. Anywho...
"A project? You know there's no school here, right?"
So comparing Billy to Bill Nye is actually hilarious, even if Billy wouldn't think so. Billy doesn't like Bill Nye very much; he thinks he's sort of an insult to guys in lab coats everywhere.
"Duh," Billy replies distractedly. "It's for getting home."
"Oh!" She perks up, cocking her head curiously. She likes home. She wants home. And of course, it makes sense people aren't sitting on their asses and pouting like she is. There are people like this guy, with the...goggles. Doing science stuff.
"Are you building like a space ship? If you are, I think you're doing it wrong."
60% of her is aware she's being oblivious and annoying.
... Okay, so maybe Billy might be envious, in that case.
"No. I'm not building a spaceship," Billy replies flatly, staring at his tablet with a raised eyebrow. "If it looks like a spaceship, I'm doing it wrong."
If he didn't have his goggles, he so would not be talking to a pretty girl this way. Or, you know, talking at all.
"So," she replies, with an equally raised eyebrow, as if her eyebrow deserves to be raised way more than Billy's does. True, it doesn't look like a space ship. But she's not the one being all secretive and antsy. "What are you building? You can get us home?"
She pays his awkwardness no heed. She's a cheerleader. She's supposed to be oblivious.
"A portal gun," Billy says, picking at the wires and connecting two of them. "It's supposed to open up a portal back to our own home dimensions, if I do it right."
"Oh." Yeah, this makes no sense to Brooke, since talk of 'portals' and 'dimensions' has no resonance with her. She pretty much thinks Billy's kind of crazy. The goggles totally make sense now.
Brooke is lying on her stomach on her bed, flipping through a Cosmo she hatched out, sucking a lollipop, and is clearly up to nothing resembling serious thought. She's bored.
"What'cha doin'?"
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Glancing down at his tablet, Billy sets down his pencil and peers over at it, trying to figure out who it is. Nobody he knows.
"Working on a project," he replies vaguely, reaching for his pencil so that he can erase something.
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"A project? You know there's no school here, right?"
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"Duh," Billy replies distractedly. "It's for getting home."
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"Oh!" She perks up, cocking her head curiously. She likes home. She wants home. And of course, it makes sense people aren't sitting on their asses and pouting like she is. There are people like this guy, with the...goggles. Doing science stuff.
"Are you building like a space ship? If you are, I think you're doing it wrong."
60% of her is aware she's being oblivious and annoying.
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"No. I'm not building a spaceship," Billy replies flatly, staring at his tablet with a raised eyebrow. "If it looks like a spaceship, I'm doing it wrong."
If he didn't have his goggles, he so would not be talking to a pretty girl this way. Or, you know, talking at all.
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She pays his awkwardness no heed. She's a cheerleader. She's supposed to be oblivious.
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"Look, don't worry about it. Just remember I'm working on a way to get us home, alright?"
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