"That wouldn't be good, no," Doc agrees, taking another sweeping look across the beach.
Rather different from Dee's own white, red, and blue plate -- then again, Dee's from 1985, so maybe this is an earlier design. Doc blinks at Blues, then admits with a shrug, "It doesn't, actually, but I'll keep it in mind regardless." Hmmm. . .that comment makes him think they're dealing with another "villainous" creation that isn't so bad once you take them out of their own universe. Maybe he'll have to look up "1982 Pontiac Trans Ams in media" when he gets back home. Or ask Marty -- his nephew is much better at catching up with missed pop culture than he is.
Dee watches Tad poke at the mirror, and frowns herself as she realizes nothing's actually coming loose from his poking. This is really strange. . .how come some bits are holding together so well, but other bits -- like the bolts -- are completely wrecked? It makes no sense, especially if the car exploded. . .
She gets her answer, sort of, when somebody else shows up -- Tad's father, maybe, given he seems to know the kid. "So -- somebody sprayed something on this that made it -- well, not really indestructible," she says, taking another look at the bolts. "But close to?"
"Sounds like it," Doc says, taking his own look. "Some sort of protective sealant. Unfortunately, it looks like they prioritized threats coming from outside the car, like potential crashes, and didn't treat the interior workings. Hence why the internal structures holding all these pieces together gave way."
Doc and Dee wince together as Alia admits they're searching underwater. "I hope most of the more delicate parts ended up on the beach," Doc comments. "Saltwater isn't exactly kind to electronics. Neither is sand, granted. . ."
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Date: 2018-12-17 04:18 am (UTC)Rather different from Dee's own white, red, and blue plate -- then again, Dee's from 1985, so maybe this is an earlier design. Doc blinks at Blues, then admits with a shrug, "It doesn't, actually, but I'll keep it in mind regardless." Hmmm. . .that comment makes him think they're dealing with another "villainous" creation that isn't so bad once you take them out of their own universe. Maybe he'll have to look up "1982 Pontiac Trans Ams in media" when he gets back home. Or ask Marty -- his nephew is much better at catching up with missed pop culture than he is.
Dee watches Tad poke at the mirror, and frowns herself as she realizes nothing's actually coming loose from his poking. This is really strange. . .how come some bits are holding together so well, but other bits -- like the bolts -- are completely wrecked? It makes no sense, especially if the car exploded. . .
She gets her answer, sort of, when somebody else shows up -- Tad's father, maybe, given he seems to know the kid. "So -- somebody sprayed something on this that made it -- well, not really indestructible," she says, taking another look at the bolts. "But close to?"
"Sounds like it," Doc says, taking his own look. "Some sort of protective sealant. Unfortunately, it looks like they prioritized threats coming from outside the car, like potential crashes, and didn't treat the interior workings. Hence why the internal structures holding all these pieces together gave way."
Doc and Dee wince together as Alia admits they're searching underwater. "I hope most of the more delicate parts ended up on the beach," Doc comments. "Saltwater isn't exactly kind to electronics. Neither is sand, granted. . ."