Who: Virgil (Future) and Carl. What: ideas, food, worry When: shortly after the graffiti, in the evening. Where: Bradbury Building Warnings: TBA but should be low?
Virgil was right where he said he was and didn't have any plans of moving, stuffing his face in the Bradbury's kitchen. He probably should have remembered how difficult it had been for the kids to keep food stocked and been more careful about what he took, but time travel made a guy hungry. At least that was his excuse. There was pie on the table, and he was in the middle of making himself a sandwich. Still in uniform, and doing it the way he used to. A boom box on the counter, music blaring from it. Some hip hop group or another. Still into it after all these years.
He grinned as he did a sort of lame backwards moon walk and sung the last lyrics out loud. It a almost slipped his mind that Crane was coming to see him and they were supposed to have a meeting of serious business. There he was dancing. Using his powers to make the worlds most ultimate sandwich. Hanging in the air by the power of his static electricity was a bottle of mustard, mayonnaise, and all the ingredients for epic hunger. He felt like he could eat a horse.