Who: Maxine Gibson and Open What: Girl finds weird 1964 technology. Girl destroys 1964 technology. When: Monday early evening. Where: Diner in the Village Warnings: None
It wasn't long after Maxine wandered into the first public building she could find –a diner in what she thought was the village-- that she noticed people continuously scribbling and posting notes on cork bulletin boards. There were two in the diner, one on the line to order and one just outside the bathrooms, and there was never a moment when there wasn't someone standing in front of them staring intently at various note cards and scraps of paper. It was the bulletin board where she found a date, June 6th, 1964. And if that didn't give her enough reason to stop in her tracks, the appearance of handwritten messages out of thin air certainly did.
Let it never be said that Max Gibson couldn't appreciate a brilliant piece of technology. As worried as she was about the date (she knew a little too much about twentieth century American History to be happy about the possibility of getting transported to the year 1964, and she was silently cursing Terry for ever allowing her to touch Big Barda's Boom Tube.) it was the seemingly magical appearing notes that captured her immediate attention. What's more, the notes seemed to correspond with what had already been written. Max canted her head and brushed some pink hair (which was getting far, far too much attention) out of her eyes. 1964 and they had technology Max could honestly call 'schway'? That made absolutely no sense.
Max slunk back into a corner until the space around the bathrooms was empty and she could walk back up to the board and unceremoniously rip it down off the wall.
“Wires much?” Because there were none, and as far as she knew 'wireless' in 1964 was pretty much nonexistent. It was practically the stone age. “Knife, knife... need a knife.”
If anyone found it out that there was a girl with pink hair, sitting on the floor between the men's and lady's restrooms, hacking away at the wooden frame of a cork bulletin board with a butter knife ten minutes later, they weren't saying it out loud. Most likely because they were too disturbed to approach.
And when she couldn't find any sign of wires in the boards? Well, the wallpaper quickly became the next victim.